The Orphanage Page #5

It comes and goes.

I can't hear it anymore.

I think I've lost them.

I can hear something.

...all alone.

Children,

I'm sure it's children.

At the end of the hall.

I think it's them.

I can't open it.

It's closed.

But there's someone.

Why are you crying?

-We're sick!

-Who's sick?

I won't hurt you.

Open the door.

Don't be afraid.

Open the door.

We want you to open the door!

What have they done to you?

What have they done?

Aurora,

tell me what you see.

Five children.

They're very sick.

They're crying.

What happened?

They're dying.

Who would want to poison you?

Someone's going to kill us.

Is my son there?

Aurora, is Simon with you?

Is Simon here?

Aurora, can you hear me?

Let's get her.

Aurora, stay in the middle

of the room.

I'll count from ten.

Ten...

Nine...

Eight...

I was in the house, but...

everything was different.

The beds, the toys, the decor,

everything was much older.

The light from the lighthouse

came through the windows.

You didn't see Simon?

It was too dark,

I'm sorry.

I couldn't recognize anyone.

But the children were there.

You saw the children.

Is that right?

That's right.

You're talking about ghosts.

And what is a ghost, Carlos?

There's something here,

and we all saw it.

When something terrible happens,

sometimes it leaves a trace,

a wound that acts

as a knot between two time lines.

It's like an echo

repeated over and over,

waiting to be heard.

Like a scar...

Oh, I'm sorry.

Like a scar or a pinch

that begs for a caress

to relieve it.

Laura...

we who are close to death,

we are more receptive

to these messages.

You mean my son

could see those children

because...

That's enough.

Please take your things and leave.

We can't let them go like this.

Laura, this is a farce,

a sideshow trick.

I can't believe this. Why?

For what reason?

They're right...

-They don't want money.

-Not yet.

What should I do?

What should I do?

The police haven't found

a single clue

as to whether he's

dead or alive.

What do I do,

just sit and wait?

Can it hurt to listen?

-Laura, stop!

-No, you stop!

Pilar...

How many similar cases

have you had in this damned village?

Get another distraction,

I didn't invite you here.

What should I do?

My dear,

you are a good mother.

Your pain gives you strength,

it will guide you.

But only you know

how far you are willing to go

to find your son.

I don't know what to do.

You hear, but don't listen.

Seeing is not believing.

It's the other way around.

Believe,

and you will see.

What are you doing?

We can't stay here any longer.

We should go,

at least for a while.

The children are here.

Aurora saw them. I can't leave.

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