Don't Be Afraid of the Dark

Mr. Blackwood?

Sir?

Mr. Blackwood, I'm sorry.

You did ring, sir?

Come down.

I'm so...

So very sorry.

I didn't see the steps.

They made me do it.

I didn't...

If I want to see my child again,

I must comply.

Mr. Blackwood.

Please understand.

Precious teeth. Beautiful teeth.

Ransom for my boy.

Yes.

Daddy.

I brought you something more to eat.

Not children's teeth like you wanted,

but please accept them

in exchange for him.

Children's teeth.

Oh, no, that's the best I could do.

And they're my own. You see?

My own.

Please. Give me back my son!

Yes, your son is down here.

Reach for him.

Son? Son!

Son!

Grab my hand!

We've now begun our descent

into T.F. Green Airport.

Please return to your seat,

make sure it is in...

She's landed.

What do you think? Too much?

No, it's perfect. Just like you.

There's my girl.

Sally?

Wow! Look how tall you are!

What are you, 17 now?

Dad, you know how old I am.

I know. I'm being silly.

- Hey.

- Good morning, sir.

Thank you.

Come on.

Sally, this is Kim. Kim, Sally.

Hi, Sally. It's nice to meet you.

I love you. I love you.

Thanks.

What about a picture?

You got your camera?

It's good to see you.

Good morning, Rhode Island!

- Everything okay?

- Yeah.

We've got fog this morning

and a slight chance of a shower later on.

Smell that fresh air, kiddo?

Sure beats the smog of LA, huh?

I have to call Mom now.

Just press one and the green.

Hi, you've called Joanne

and the magical Sally! Leave us a message.

L.C. delivered the flooring.

If it rains, I'm afraid it's going to warp.

Well, just put it in the garage.

Sally, say hello to Mr. Harris.

Nice to meet you.

Come take a look at the house.

Mr. Harris. Mr. Harris,

would you give me a hand...

- How's it going?

- Good.

- When do you think you'll be finished?

- No problem.

Good, huh?

- It smells funny.

- You should have smelled it before.

They had moldy newspapers everywhere,

and dead pigeons all over the floor

and poop.

- Lots of it.

- It's Jacoby's office.

Mr. Jacoby.

Oh, hey, Michelle. Sorry.

I don't know. Hold on. I'll check.

You got the photographs?

I like to draw, too.

You work here?

No, Sally, I live here.

I'm the interior designer.

Do you know what that is?

Of course you do.

You see all the animal

paintings and friezes?

They're by Emerson Blackwood,

a man who once lived here.

He was a very famous wildlife painter.

Hey, Sally, look.

You want to try?

What do you have there?

- I found it.

- That's mine.

It was my grandmother's.

When I was little, my mother gave it to me.

My mom gave me to my dad.

Sally?

You want to see your room?

What do you think?

Kim and I worked really hard

to get it ready. Check this out.

It's pretty great, huh?

It looks better at night.

How long am I staying here?

What did your mother tell you?

She told me I was coming to visit.

But then she packed all my clothes.

She didn't explain anything to you?

- No.

- Sally.

Your mother and I are worried about you.

She thinks that maybe you're feeling sad

and she thought that...

Well, we thought that perhaps a change

might be good for you and that you could

come and live here with Kim and me

until we finish the work on the house

and sell it.

Then we could move

somewhere else and...

Sally? Come on. Open the door.

Come on. Let me in.

Are you going to marry her?

That's between Kim and me.

Mom said you only liked her

because she was young.

But she isn't. She's old.

Sally.

Open the door.

Come on, sweetheart. Open the door.

Sally, please, let's talk about this.

Look, I know...

I know it must be tough.

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