Dead Silence

(EXCLAIMING)

You fixed it yet?

Just a couple more minutes.

(LAUGHING)

You said that an hour ago.

I promised

to make you dinner, right?

Yeah.

Well, I'm making you

a gourmet dinner.

Trust me.

It'll be worth the wait.

Surrender.

Hmm?

Surrender to the wonders

of takeout.

Oh.

I knew this was coming.

'Cause when your fingers dial

those seven little numbers,

it really turns me on.

(LISA LAUGHING)

Is that the best

you can come up with?

Yeah.

(DOORBELL BUZZING)

Wow. You are fast.

Who was it?

I don't know.

It doesn't even say

where it's from.

Well, there's

one way to find out.

Oh, Jamie,

you adopted us a baby.

A baby?

Have you seen this thing?

Well, who would send you

a doll?

I have no idea.

JAMIE:

There's no card, no note.

His eyes look so real.

(IN HIGH-PITCHED VOICE) "I don't know

about you, but Lisa's hungry for Chinese."

I think

my wife's gone crazy.

Oh, my God! This reminds me of

that poem from when we were kids.

What poem?

You remember. Come on.

That old ghost story about the

woman who had all those dolls.

"Beware the stare

of Mary Shaw

"She had no children,

only dolls..."

And something,

something scary.

Something, something... Boo!

I think you're having just a

little too much fun there, Lise.

Oh, baby, I won't let

the scary dummy hurt you.

Thank you. Thank you.

(WHO'S HOLDING YOU NOW

PLAYING ON STEREO)

If you get Jamie to scream,

I'll make sure you get seven minutes

in heaven with my old Barbie. Deal?

(IN HIGH-PITCHED VOICE)

"Yes, Lisa."

God, I'm such a loser.

(GHOSTLY BREATHING)

Good boy.

(MUSIC ON STEREO DISTORTING)

Jamie?

Jamie?

(MUSIC ON STEREO DISTORTING)

(MUSIC ON STEREO STOPPING)

(CLOCK TICKING)

(TICKING STOPS)

(KETTLE WHISTLING)

(WHISTLING STOPS)

(AMBIENT NOISE DISAPPEARING)

(CHILD LAUGHING)

(EXCLAIMING)

(SCREAMING)

(GROANING)

(GASPING)

(SCREAMING)

(KETTLE WHISTLING)

(WHO'S HOLDING YOU NOW

PLAYING ON STEREO)

Baby, I'm back.

(EXCLAIMING)

Lisa! What are you trying

to do? Burn the place down?

Lise?

Oh, Lisa.

LISA:
I'm in here.

Dinner in bed again.

(HUMMING)

Lisa!

Yes, Jamie?

What's going on?

LISA:
I have a surprise for you, Jamie.

MARY SHAW:
...for you, Jamie.

(LISA LAUGHING)

Lisa, this is not funny!

(SIREN WAILING)

You know what it was?

Your mistake?

It was the rose.

Yep. Boy, I'll tell you,

if I had a dollar for every time

some guy gave his wife a rose

on the day that he,

you know...

Like that's an alibi.

Alibi?

I didn't hear you.

Did you say something?

Why would I need an alibi?

I'm sure your lawyer

would want you to have one.

My lawyer?

Yeah.

I mean, the prosecution, they're

going to have your fingerprints,

no signs of forced entry

on your apartment,

and you as the last person

to see your wife alive.

I mean, that's a lot

to go up against.

You think

I killed my wife?

Excuse me?

Do you think

I killed my wife?

No. No, I don't think you did.

I'm just trying

to help your lawyer out.

I mean, he's going to need

something more concrete.

I mean, at least to shift

the suspicion away from you.

Suspicion? I mean, if you

want to talk suspicion,

why don't you start by looking at the

package that turned up on my doorstep?

Oh, yeah.

That package, right.

(CLEARING THROAT)

Let's see. You received

an unmarked package

just moments

before Lisa was killed.

Yeah. A package containing

a ventriloquist dummy.

Ventriloquist dummy. Yeah.

Well, the mystery toy

department is down the hall.

This is

the homicide department.

So unless you can tell me

how some puppet

ties into your wife's murder,

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