Bleeders (1997) - full transcript
A man with an unknown disease travels to an island with his girlfriend, where his relatives once lived, hoping to find a cure to his illness. While it was thought that his relatives were all dead, he actually finds them living underground. However, because they have been inbreeding for all of these years they don't look right, plus they have developed a pretty bad eating habit. Will he chose his girlfriend or his people?
[MUSIC PLAYING]
NARRATOR: In 1652,
the King of Holland
forbade intermarriage
inside aristocratic
families when his doctors
discovered the anemia,
hemophilia, and the
other genetic weaknesses
his nobleman were building
into their bloodlines.
But Eva Van Daam
was a narcissist,
one of the great ones.
Unable to make love
to herself, she
settled on the closest
satisfactory substitution--
her own twin brother.
When she heard
the King's decree,
Eva Van Daam packed
up her family--
her brother, cousins,
nieces, and nephews--
and transplanted them
to the New World.
She built a great mansion there.
With the passage of time, the
doors closed to outsiders,
and finally, the Van Daam family
disappeared entirely from view.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
ANNOUNCER (ON RADIO):
--stay off shore.
However, winds have been
increasing dramatically all day
from Boston northwards.
We expect the tail
of Hurricane Adam
to pass over the Northeast
coastal region tomorrow.
Residents in the
area should expect
high winds and rough seas.
Tropical storm warnings
have been poseted--
Are you sure you're OK?
I've been feeling anxious.
I'll be fine.
-OK.
-What's that over there?
-Oh, that?
That's the County Cemetery.
There's big trouble there.
YOUNG WOMAN: Really?
Are those women?
-I reckon.
What are they doing?
County caught the
owner, Byrde Gordon--
that's her there--
using substandard wood
in her coffins.
Made a big political
stink out of it.
Forced her to dig them up,
took away her contract.
Byrde's always trying to cheat
somebody out of something.
Coffins are gonna
be shipped back
to the mainland for reburial.
Byrde's mad as hell.
[COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO]
-Help me.
-John?
John, oh, my god!
Give me my bag-- my bag!
I need your help!
Come here!
Hold his head.
It's OK.
It's OK.
It's OK.
Here you go.
No!
Get the medicine!
Get it!
Get it!
Get it!
Get it!
Get it!
I'm afraid it's gone, lady.
It's OK.
Shh, shh.
Hold on.
Hold on.
Hold on.
Shh.
Shh.
Shh.
You low-down thieves!
Ain't nothing wrong
with them coffins.
'Sides, the only ones
that need to be concerned
are the ones in 'em.
I need a doctor quickly!
Well, there's a kink-of-a
doctor just arrived.
Lives on the other
side of the island.
Uh, hang on.
Alice!
We need your boat.
It's not the easiest
way, but it's quicker.
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Where do you think
you're going, girl?
Well, these people
need the boat.
They need help.
Well, get your
ass back here fast.
You've got work to do.
-I'm so hungry.
-I know.
Help me get him up.
Careful.
Be careful.
Wow.
Looks like I may get
some guests at the hotel.
And with any luck,
a burial plot too.
Thank you.
I'll pay you whatever you want.
Oh, no that's not necessary.
Don't worry about it.
Lazy damn kid.
Cruising around in a boat.
Guys, I don't
like it down here.
-Prepare the body for burial.
-Lie down, Daisy.
Play dead.
(LAUGHING) Who are
you supposed to be?
Byrde Gordon?
Formaldehyde, please.
Ben, you booger!
It's all over me.
BYRDE: What are you
kids doing down there?
Uh, uh, nothing, Mrs. Gordon.
Uh-oh, we're in big trouble now.
[BARKING]
Go on, get out of here.
Wait.
Someone?
[GASP]
[SCREAM]
Let me out!
Help me!
Alice, something was after me.
There's nothing there.
OK.
-Something was gonna get me.
-Shh.
OK.
Come on.
Alice, something
was down there.
So much better.
You're doing a good job.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
OK.
[CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING]
Dr. Marlowe!
Hold on.
Dr. Marlowe?
Hello?
OK, can you come with me?
Hello?
Come on.
Over here.
Over here.
[CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING]
Here, lay on the table.
Lay down.
OK.
OK.
OK.
Who are you?
I'm Kathleen Strauss.
Are you Dr. Marlowe?
(CLEARS THROAT) Used to be.
Not anymore.
-Sorry.
I don't understand.
I was told that Dr.
Marlowe lived here.
I am Dr. Marlowe.
What's with him?
He's got blood poisoning.
And I need to BAL--
dimercaptopropanol.
Do you have that?
-Propanol?
I need a shot of
it, or he'll die.
Well, let's just relax.
There you go.
Are you sure he's not allergic?
No, I'm a nurse, and we've
treated him with it before.
It's all right.
It could kill him.
It won't kill him.
He's starting to seize.
Come on!
I'll do it.
I'll do it.
OK.
-What are these?
Shhh.
Shh.
He'll sleep for awhile.
Let's hope he wakes up.
OK.
What can you tell
me about the disease?
It's a degenerative
congenital blood disease.
That's-- that's all we know.
Don't know anything
more about it.
You're from Paris.
He was raised in Paris, yeah,
on an anonymous trust fund.
It took a lot of
digging, but, um--
but we traced the fund
back to the bank in Bangor.
And this birth
certificate, it says
he was born here on the island.
Strauss-- it
doesn't ring a bell.
We thought maybe he might
have some relatives that lived
on the island that
knew about the disease
or had dealt with it
or tried to treat it.
Well, it's not impossible.
I'd say, good luck.
Sign.
You know, for a doctor,
you're really not very helpful.
Who says I'm a good doctor?
What about the doctor
that signed the birth
certificate-- Dr. Asa Peterson?
Do you know where
I can find him?
He drowned on a fishing trip.
Look, I've only been
here for two months.
I can't help you.
So you're just filling in here?
Yeah, just filling in.
I used to have a clinic
in Africa-- Johannesburg.
Small and simple.
(SIGH) I even had my own plane.
I didn't know the
bosses wanted me out.
So one day after I
landed a bit rough,
they took away my license.
Said I had a drinking problem.
I wasn't drinking then.
OK, ladies, just set
it down over here.
Jesus.
Who'd break into this coffin?
What the hell
happened to the body?
Ah!
[GRUNTING]
Ah!
Mrs. Shea!
Hey!
Mrs.Shea!
Mrs. Shea?
Mrs. Shea?
Sh.
Mrs. Shea.
Hang on.
Barbara!
Barbara, quick, go call
Dr. Marlowe right now.
Mrs. Shea, don't worry, honey.
Hang on.
Hang on.
(WHISPERING) Help's coming.
It's on its way.
John?
How do you feel?
What was that?
Oh, the island sometimes
has to settle itself.
You'll get used to it.
Nothing to worry about.
Look who'd coming
back from the dead.
Good.
So which color do you prefer?
[LAUGHING]
How much do we owe
you, Dr. Marlowe?
That's all right.
It's on the house.
Thanks.
Do you have a place to stay?
No, actually, um, can
you recommend a place?
I'll, uh, drop you off.
OK.
Come on.
It's cold.
How old were you when
you moved to Paris?
I don't know.
I was a baby.
Oh, that's too bad.
It's odd everything
seems so familiar.
The hotel is right there.
It's the only one there is.
-OK.
Thank you.
I don't think I'm
gonna like it here.
We won't be here long.
Oh, they have our bags.
John?
What is it?
Hello.
Good to see you
looking so much better.
Mother figured you'd
be staying, so she
had your luggage brought over.
What is that smell?
Oh.
Sorry.
Uh, we're preparing the mortuary
for Reverend Shea's widow.
We heard.
Hi.
Hi.
She was a real nice lady.
Hey, did you hear
about the coffins?
Somebody's been
breaking into them.
Yeah.
Aren't there any
men on the island?
Oh, they're all out
with the fishing fleet.
Except fro my dad, Hank,
because he helps my mother.
How about the bridal suite?
Thank you.
It's strange being here.
Well, it's the place
where you were born.
I know.
Makes me anxious.
Well, honey, that's
completely understandable.
How can you not being anxious
looking for your family?
Stop being so understanding.
What are you looking for?
Phone book.
Maybe the Strausses are listed.
There's no phone.
Hungry.
Well, have a sandwich-- here.
Whoa.
Whoa.
What's the matter?
(WHISPERING) I don't know .
You keep your filthy
eyes off him, Baby Laura.
Toot here saw him first.
Hi.
Could you help us?
Do you know if there's anybody
named Strauss on the island?
My husband's very ill.
We're trying to find
his family here.
He's from the island?
The Strauss family?
Mm, I don't know
anyone named Strauss.
I'm John Strauss.
I'd really appreciate any help.
What's your accent?
Is that Italian?
Maybe she could help us.
Baby Laura?
Oh, she doesn't talk.
She hasn't she was six.
Oh, I'm sorry.
It's not your fault, hon.
Anyhow, I'm sorry
I can help you,
but there's no
Strauss family here,
Let's go.
So beautiful.
Alice, stop dreaming
and get back to work.
Those poor people.
They have so much trouble.
Yeah, well, just make
sure they don't leave
without paying their bill.
Mother, they're not like that.
What the hell would you know?
People are the same everywhere.
I hope not.
Well, hop to it.
Widow Shea's getting
ripe down here.
There.
That's better.
I always really admired
your hair, Mrs. Shea.
It's always so
neat and organized.
KATHLEEN: Alice?
Are you there?
Down here.
[COUGHING]
I'm sorry.
It's embalming fluid.
I always smell of
it for days after.
I was wondering if I could get
a ride across to the other side
of the cove with you.
Um, I'm gonna be here
awhile with Mrs. Shea.
Do you think you could
handle the boat alone?
No problem.
I grew up on the Vineyard.
It was mandatory.
The keys are in it.
But be careful
because the weather
changes real fast
around here, and there's
a storm warning out.
-OK.
Thank you.
Um-- please don't
mention this to my mother.
-Promise.
-OK.
Oh, it's coral sunset, so
I know it's not your color,
but it's-- it's the
only one we've got.
For Christ sake Alice,
quit yakking at the stiffs.
It's nuts.
Step on it, Hank!
You aren't gonna believe this.
Hi, Daddy.
Hi, sugar.
Dorothea tells Hank
Mrs. Shea wanted
to be buried in her necklace.
What neck-- lace?
I never saw her
wear that before.
Shit.
Who'd have thought
a reverend's widow'd
have something like
this stashed away.
Where the hell she get it?
Family heirloom-- must
be worth a fortune.
Oh, aren't you
the observant one.
Of course, it's worth a fortune.
A fortune that's
gonna end up six feet
under doing nobody no good.
That's what I call waste.
And Byrde Gordon
don't tolerate waste.
Get busy.
I want her in the ground
before it rains, or bury
her at the Van Daam Cemetery.
But the Van Daam
Cemetery's private property.
Well, the Van Daams are dead.
So who's gonna stop us?
Besides the county's digging
up our cemetery, right?
And I don't want no
more jerk officials
nosing around in my coffins.
Get back to work.
It does seem a shame,
don't you think, Daddy?
Oh, I don't know, princess.
Mother's gonna steal
these jewels, isn't she?
No, of course she
wouldn't do that.
Daddy, I couldn't tell
this to anyone but you,
but I'm going to
leave the island.
Well, you wouldn't leave your
old daddy, would you, Alice?
I'd send for you.
I couldn't leave your mother.
You're just too good, Daddy.
[CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING]
I knocked.
Sorry.
No one answered.
Oh.
How are you?
How is John?
He's resting.
I wondered if I
could talk to you?
Sure.
Sit down,
Thanks.
I just needed a sounding
board, someone just to talk to.
Have some tea.
Thank you.
The level of degeneration of
John's blood is increasing,
and his seizures are
just getting worse.
We've been to the
best hospitals,
and no one has any
answers for us.
Do you think that what
John has is hereditary?
What do you know of
the Van Daam family?
Nothing, why?
They came to the island
about 300 years ago.
They were a rich Dutch family.
There's lots of
stories about them.
I studied Dr. Peterson's files.
He was into genetic research.
He found some evidence
of inbreeding.
Inbreeding can cause
mutations, genetic changes.
One of them, which
you may probably know
is dissimilar eye coloring,
not unlike your husband
or like this.
Oh, my god.
You think John
might be a Van Daam?
Could be.
Well, how can I get
in can touch with them?
The last of them
died 75 years ago.
But Dr. Peterson had a nurse.
Her name is Lexi Crongold.
You may want to talk to her.
She still lives here.
Thank you.
Um, I'm pregnant.
Does your husband know?
HANK: She was a
good neighbor to us.
We'll sorely miss her.
I remember her as a girl.
Ah, ladies, I guess
Mrs. Shea's gone
to join the old pastor again.
May she rest in peace.
[SHRIEK]
Oh, you scared the life
out of me. (LAUGHING)
Me too.
Uh, I was just coming down
to check on some things.
Can I get something for you?
No, I'm good.
Thank you.
But thank you very much.
Here's the boat keys.
Oh, thanks.
Have a good night.
-Night.
Hi.
It's just me.
Look, I went to Dr.
Marlowe's, and he
says that he thinks you might
be related to the people who
first settled on the island.
And he gave me the name a woman
who knows more information.
Her name's Lexi Crongold.
We should go see her
tomorrow, don't you think?
Huh?
That's good news, right?
Finally we're getting somewhere.
(WHISPERING) I'm hungry.
For what?
Mm, mm, mm.
John, no.
No.
John, no!
No.
John, no!
Not like this.
No!
(CRYING) Get off me!
(CRYING) What the
hell's wrong with you?
I'm sorry.
I was angry.
I'm dying.
[SCREAM]
I'm really sorry, Mrs. Shea.
I just need it for me
and my dad to get away.
[SCREAMING]
$2.75?
Once again we get the Byrde.
ANNOUNCER (ON RADIO):
--maritime [INAUDIBLE]
expect to be rains
and winds gusting
up to 80 miles per hour.
All maritime travel has been
given tropical storm warnings.
Stay tuned to this station
for further updates.
Be up here in a couple hours.
What's the news from
the fishing fleet?
Radio's down, and I've
been trying morning.
Who's there?
[SCREAMING]
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
Oh, my god.
Alice!
Alice!
You haven't seen Alice
this morning, have you?
No, actually, we were
hoping she could give us
a ride to the Crongold place.
What the hell for?
It's, um-- it's personal.
Damn, where's that girl?
Well, I've got business
out there anyway.
I can take you as far as
the cliffs in my boat.
It's about a half
a mile from there.
-Thanks.
-25 bucks-- take it or leave it.
-$25?
-We'll take it.
That's the Van Daame estate.
They were a bunch of Dutch
smugglers way back when.
Legend has it they used
the caves in this place
to hide their loot.
Nobody ever found any, though.
Last of them died in a fire
up there in their mansion
about 75 years ago.
That's where you're going.
Up there?
Yeah, that's where Lexi
lives-- has for years.
She was a nurse.
Oldens woman on the island.
Lord knows what she dies
with her self way out there.
She's an odd bird,
that's for sure.
Well, come on.
I can take you part of the way.
Follow me.
There's a shortcut.
Subject is male, 33 years old.
Blood shows preponderance
of acanthocytes
indicative of severe hemolysis.
It also shows
marked similarities
to the sample taken
from the embryo,
suggesting syndrome
congenital, possibly inherited.
Let's see.
Where was I?
MAN: Doc!
[POUNDING ON DOOR]
MAN: Doc!
Coming.
[POUNDING]
-Open up!
Hank.
Oh, Doc!
Doc!
I think you better
have a look at this.
What's that?
It's a griffin.
This smell, it reminds
me of something.
(WHISPERING) Alice.
Goddammit, Alice!
Thought you could
beat me to it, did ya?
I know you're here.
My truck's here, so you're here.
[THUMP]
[MOANING]
What is it, Doc?
Appears to be human.
Caused of death,
severe mutilation.
Torso well developed.
Testicles fully descended.
The damn thing just
popped off the pier right
into my props, Doc.
Wait a minute.
Now, superior to the
penis in an epidural
fold we discover a small
fully functional vagina.
-You're kidding.
-Oh.
Seminal fluid present
suggests a functioning
hermaphrodite capable of
having sex with itself.
I need a drink.
-Make mine a double.
Stop!
Oh, I-- I've been expecting you.
Miss Crongold?
You know me?
Oh, you're beautiful.
Of course, I know you
would be a beautiful boy.
Come here.
Is that really necessary?
Yes, it's necessary.
Since they burned the estate,
there's been all sorts
of curiosity-seekers, vandals.
I have to protect
the place, oh, yeah.
That's my job, don't you know.
Come on now, boy.
Come over here.
Ah, yes.
Now take off your shirt.
Why?
Go on.
Open it up.
I've got to look at that chest.
Dr. Marlowe said that you
were Dr. Peterson's nurse.
Shh!
Oh, yes.
Yes, very nice.
Oh, they're not so bad.
Healed real good.
But how can you--
Oh, you have every
right to know.
It's your story.
It was the islanders
burned down the mansion--
killed off the whole
family except for you.
Doc Peterson and I had
to get you out of here.
We had to send you away.
Salvaged enough from
that fire to set
up the trust fund for you.
You more than
you're telling me.
Why am I called
Strauss not Van Daam?
That's my favorite
composer-- Strauss.
Now, look here, John-- I
saved something for you.
See?
Look.
These were attached to
your tiny infant hands.
So it was you made them
scratches on your chest
by clawing at
yourself, poor baby.
These were attached
to my hands?
Why?
Oh, Van Daams did a
lot of strange things.
You know-- you know
cravings, am I right, boy?
Always craving something,
but I don't what.
Can you explain it?
No.
If you know about
my disease, tell me.
No.
You-- you better leave now.
Tell me what you know.
You can help me.
No, I can't, boy.
I can't.
If you know anything about
my husband's disease--
No, I told you.
Now get the hell
aways from here.
I can't believe this.
Ugh.
After puncturing the
stomach, pungent odor.
Smell it every day.
It's embalming fluid, Doc.
There's more.
It's got three stomachs.
Hand me the jar.
A live eel.
Well, I'll be damned.
If he hollers let him
go, eeny, meeny, miney mo.
My mother said to pick this one.
You're it.
Ha!
Oh, poo, I'm always it.
We're playing hide-and-go-seek.
Why don't you go hide?
One, two, three,
four, five, six,
seven, eight, nine, 10, 11, 12.
Ready or not, here I come!
I'm gonna find you.
David?
Ben?
I'm gonna find you!
David?
Ben?
Come on, guys.
Squeakie?
Is that you?
[SCREAMING]
Help me!
Ramona!
What's happening?
Ramona!
Ramona!
-Hold on!
[SCREAMING]
-Oh, no!
No!
No!
No, Ramona!
Ramona!
What are you doing?
-I'm going back.
-Why, John?
They're all dead.
There's nothing there for us.
It doesn't add up.
I thought I told ya's to leave.
This is my house.
Your house?
I'm a Van Daam.
There might be something
inside to keep me alive.
There's nothing in
there for you, boy.
Then why are you protecting it?
(STAMMERING) I told you-- from
vandals on account of the fire.
Which happened 75 years ago.
I'm not 75 years old.
You didn't pull
me from that fire.
Why are you lying?
I'm dying.
You save-- you
saved me as a baby.
Why won't you help me now?
My boy, go home.
If I was born after the fire--
Leave it be.
--then all the Van Daams
did not die in the fire.
Death can be a sweet release.
Tell me the truth.
I'll show you.
I'll show you.
Are you kids sure you
weren't digging down there?
No, honest!
They totally caught her!
They grabbed her!
Are you sure you're
not teasing me?
There's no time
for fooling here.
Laura, go take the kids back
to town before the storm hits.
OK, make sure you
keep an eye them.
And Squeakie, you behave now.
Help Laura, OK?
We need help.
Let's call the mainland PD.
Oh, This house will
never burn down.
It's made from ships wood,
you see-- soaked in brine,
permeated with salt. Hey, hmm?
There.
There.
Go on.
This way.
John.
John.
The Van Daams still lived
here when I was a girl.
But nobody ever saw 'em.
One day I-- I snuck in
here to have a look,
and I saw 'em eating.
What did you see?
It was, uh, the
town's folks that
flamed the mansion, killing
everybody, or thought they did.
The truth is some Van Daams
escaped into the tunnels
below this island.
-They're still alive?
-Mm-hm.
Phone's dead.
Phone's dead?
Marine radio's down.
So we're cut off.
[THUNDER]
What do you mean
they let you save me?
Save me from what?
From them 'cause
you were different.
You were normal.
I suppose, in a way,
they were afraid of you.
Still, it was a
kindness-- a kindness.
-Who is she?
-Eva Van Daam.
You know what I'm
craving, don't you?
You have to tell me.
I can't.
It's a secret--
their great secret.
Ah!
Over there some light!
Open the window!
Ah!
[INAUDIBLE]
Ah.
Let's go.
[THUNDER]
Come on!
(WHISPERING) God,
this is fascinating.
What is it, Doc?
It's a red blood cell
from the autopsy specimen.
It's identical to
the blood sample
I drew from John
Strauss, and the embryo.
What's it mean?
Trouble.
Dr. Marlowe?
There's a terrible problem
at County Cemetery.
Little Ramona got dragged
down some strange tunnel.
We need all the help we can get.
Hank, let's go.
Byrde?
Ah!
-John?
Are you OK?
You all right?
(WHISPERING) Yes.
Let's go.
OK.
John?
Come here.
The keys are in the ignition.
Come on.
OK.
Can you get the door?
OK.
OK.
OK.
All right.
[THUNDER]
There's a tunnel!
Can you see her?
I'm going in there?
Doc, you better take this.
It's all right.
It's OK.
-Ramona?
Ramona?
[VOICES]
Holy cow.
[VOICES]
God.
Ramona?
What's down there, Doc?
[THUNDER]
What's down there?
Doc!
Your arm. what happened?
Hank?
I've got something
terrible to tell you.
I feel this could be the end.
No, it's not, John.
Don't talk like that.
I think this is it.
Uh-oh.
Shit.
There's Dr. Marlowe's.
We have to find a way across.
No.
Come on!
Still down.
-Try the phone?
-The phones are down.
We'll be out of touch
till morning for sure.
OK so what are we
really up against here?
There is something.
The island is
undercut by tunnels,
all leading to the cemetery.
There are things living in them.
They are feeding on corpses.
Things?
Well, what are they, animals?
Mutations-- deformed people,
what's left of the Van Daams.
They survived the fire.
They eat human flesh?
Embalmed flesh.
By removing the corpses
from the island,
you've taken away
their food supply.
Now they're desperate.
They're mad.
And they're very hungry.
They're coming after us.
The good news is they're
extremely sensitive to light.
Let's move to the
lighthouss-- everybody.
We'll be safe there.
[ANXIOUS VOICES]
[THUNDER]
We need every vehicle
in town so we can
get folks up to the lighthouse.
Come on!
Let's go!
We need lamps, lanterns,
flashlights, flares,
you name it.
Come on!
Let's go.
What should I do?
Spread the word.
We need it all-- flares,
flashlights, torches, lanterns.
[GRUNTING]
I'm gonana get you a shot, OK?
-You're on your own.
-[INAUDIBLE].
Come with me.
Come on. [INAUDIBLE] together.
Come on.
Don't be scared.
John, can you hear me?
I know what's wrong with you.
I know how you can survive.
What is it?
How badly do you want to live?
It's been soaking
in formaldehyde.
That's what keeps them alive.
I won't leave you.
Please don't leave me.
Hurry up.
Come on.
Yes.
Yes.
We need some more light.
Take lights up top.
Marlow said to meet
him at the lighthouse.
John?
All right.
Look.
You [INAUDIBLE] the other side.
I'm going around back.
What is it?
It's as if I had a
whole new set of senses.
You know when I ate that--
I don't want to
talk about it, John.
You have to know.
No, I don't.
Your alive, and that's
all that matters to me,
so tomorrow we'll
go back to Paris
and we'll isolate the
chemicals that you need.
[GASP]
[SCREAMING]
[CRYING]
Get back!
Laura?
Laura?
What is it?
What?
Toot?
Point the light.
OK.
[INAUDIBLE] more light.
[SCREAMING]
[SCREAMING]
It's all right.
Get inside.
Everybody inside!
[SCREAMING]
We need more lights--
all the lights we've got.
[SCREAMING]
All right.
It's all right.
No panic.
[SCREAMING]
I'll take this--
Calm down.
-[INAUDIBLE].
-Good.
Shh.
[POUNDING]
Other side.
[SCREAMING]
Ben!
Let me go!
Let me go!
Ah!
Help!
Ah!
Hold onto me.
We've got to get them.
[SCREAMING]
Come with me.
Up.
Up.
Grab him.
Kathleen!
[SOUNDS OF PAIN]
Ah!
No fucking way!
[SCREAMING]
(SCREAMING) Help me!
No!
No!
No!
No!
No.
No.
[SOBBING]
-Get off her.
-No!
John?
Go.
I can't leave you here.
Please?
No, John.
[CRYING]
Come with me.
We'll go home.
I am home.
[CRYING]
I love you.
Sh.
No!
Go.
Why?
Run!
(CRYING) John!
[INAUDIBLE]
No.
No.
No.
(SOBBING)
There's nothing you can do.
Kathleen, how are you?
-Fine.
I'm just-- I'm just tired.
That's all.
I don't know what
to do without John.
I don't know what to do.
I'm sure you'll do what's best.
The baby moved!
The baby moved.
Come on.
NARRATOR: And so it came
to pass that John was
reunited with the
Van Daam family,
and he found the
he too had a twin.
And although his sister
could make love to herself,
she welcomed her long-lost
brother and loved him too.
NARRATOR: In 1652,
the King of Holland
forbade intermarriage
inside aristocratic
families when his doctors
discovered the anemia,
hemophilia, and the
other genetic weaknesses
his nobleman were building
into their bloodlines.
But Eva Van Daam
was a narcissist,
one of the great ones.
Unable to make love
to herself, she
settled on the closest
satisfactory substitution--
her own twin brother.
When she heard
the King's decree,
Eva Van Daam packed
up her family--
her brother, cousins,
nieces, and nephews--
and transplanted them
to the New World.
She built a great mansion there.
With the passage of time, the
doors closed to outsiders,
and finally, the Van Daam family
disappeared entirely from view.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
ANNOUNCER (ON RADIO):
--stay off shore.
However, winds have been
increasing dramatically all day
from Boston northwards.
We expect the tail
of Hurricane Adam
to pass over the Northeast
coastal region tomorrow.
Residents in the
area should expect
high winds and rough seas.
Tropical storm warnings
have been poseted--
Are you sure you're OK?
I've been feeling anxious.
I'll be fine.
-OK.
-What's that over there?
-Oh, that?
That's the County Cemetery.
There's big trouble there.
YOUNG WOMAN: Really?
Are those women?
-I reckon.
What are they doing?
County caught the
owner, Byrde Gordon--
that's her there--
using substandard wood
in her coffins.
Made a big political
stink out of it.
Forced her to dig them up,
took away her contract.
Byrde's always trying to cheat
somebody out of something.
Coffins are gonna
be shipped back
to the mainland for reburial.
Byrde's mad as hell.
[COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO]
-Help me.
-John?
John, oh, my god!
Give me my bag-- my bag!
I need your help!
Come here!
Hold his head.
It's OK.
It's OK.
It's OK.
Here you go.
No!
Get the medicine!
Get it!
Get it!
Get it!
Get it!
Get it!
I'm afraid it's gone, lady.
It's OK.
Shh, shh.
Hold on.
Hold on.
Hold on.
Shh.
Shh.
Shh.
You low-down thieves!
Ain't nothing wrong
with them coffins.
'Sides, the only ones
that need to be concerned
are the ones in 'em.
I need a doctor quickly!
Well, there's a kink-of-a
doctor just arrived.
Lives on the other
side of the island.
Uh, hang on.
Alice!
We need your boat.
It's not the easiest
way, but it's quicker.
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Where do you think
you're going, girl?
Well, these people
need the boat.
They need help.
Well, get your
ass back here fast.
You've got work to do.
-I'm so hungry.
-I know.
Help me get him up.
Careful.
Be careful.
Wow.
Looks like I may get
some guests at the hotel.
And with any luck,
a burial plot too.
Thank you.
I'll pay you whatever you want.
Oh, no that's not necessary.
Don't worry about it.
Lazy damn kid.
Cruising around in a boat.
Guys, I don't
like it down here.
-Prepare the body for burial.
-Lie down, Daisy.
Play dead.
(LAUGHING) Who are
you supposed to be?
Byrde Gordon?
Formaldehyde, please.
Ben, you booger!
It's all over me.
BYRDE: What are you
kids doing down there?
Uh, uh, nothing, Mrs. Gordon.
Uh-oh, we're in big trouble now.
[BARKING]
Go on, get out of here.
Wait.
Someone?
[GASP]
[SCREAM]
Let me out!
Help me!
Alice, something was after me.
There's nothing there.
OK.
-Something was gonna get me.
-Shh.
OK.
Come on.
Alice, something
was down there.
So much better.
You're doing a good job.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
OK.
[CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING]
Dr. Marlowe!
Hold on.
Dr. Marlowe?
Hello?
OK, can you come with me?
Hello?
Come on.
Over here.
Over here.
[CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING]
Here, lay on the table.
Lay down.
OK.
OK.
OK.
Who are you?
I'm Kathleen Strauss.
Are you Dr. Marlowe?
(CLEARS THROAT) Used to be.
Not anymore.
-Sorry.
I don't understand.
I was told that Dr.
Marlowe lived here.
I am Dr. Marlowe.
What's with him?
He's got blood poisoning.
And I need to BAL--
dimercaptopropanol.
Do you have that?
-Propanol?
I need a shot of
it, or he'll die.
Well, let's just relax.
There you go.
Are you sure he's not allergic?
No, I'm a nurse, and we've
treated him with it before.
It's all right.
It could kill him.
It won't kill him.
He's starting to seize.
Come on!
I'll do it.
I'll do it.
OK.
-What are these?
Shhh.
Shh.
He'll sleep for awhile.
Let's hope he wakes up.
OK.
What can you tell
me about the disease?
It's a degenerative
congenital blood disease.
That's-- that's all we know.
Don't know anything
more about it.
You're from Paris.
He was raised in Paris, yeah,
on an anonymous trust fund.
It took a lot of
digging, but, um--
but we traced the fund
back to the bank in Bangor.
And this birth
certificate, it says
he was born here on the island.
Strauss-- it
doesn't ring a bell.
We thought maybe he might
have some relatives that lived
on the island that
knew about the disease
or had dealt with it
or tried to treat it.
Well, it's not impossible.
I'd say, good luck.
Sign.
You know, for a doctor,
you're really not very helpful.
Who says I'm a good doctor?
What about the doctor
that signed the birth
certificate-- Dr. Asa Peterson?
Do you know where
I can find him?
He drowned on a fishing trip.
Look, I've only been
here for two months.
I can't help you.
So you're just filling in here?
Yeah, just filling in.
I used to have a clinic
in Africa-- Johannesburg.
Small and simple.
(SIGH) I even had my own plane.
I didn't know the
bosses wanted me out.
So one day after I
landed a bit rough,
they took away my license.
Said I had a drinking problem.
I wasn't drinking then.
OK, ladies, just set
it down over here.
Jesus.
Who'd break into this coffin?
What the hell
happened to the body?
Ah!
[GRUNTING]
Ah!
Mrs. Shea!
Hey!
Mrs.Shea!
Mrs. Shea?
Mrs. Shea?
Sh.
Mrs. Shea.
Hang on.
Barbara!
Barbara, quick, go call
Dr. Marlowe right now.
Mrs. Shea, don't worry, honey.
Hang on.
Hang on.
(WHISPERING) Help's coming.
It's on its way.
John?
How do you feel?
What was that?
Oh, the island sometimes
has to settle itself.
You'll get used to it.
Nothing to worry about.
Look who'd coming
back from the dead.
Good.
So which color do you prefer?
[LAUGHING]
How much do we owe
you, Dr. Marlowe?
That's all right.
It's on the house.
Thanks.
Do you have a place to stay?
No, actually, um, can
you recommend a place?
I'll, uh, drop you off.
OK.
Come on.
It's cold.
How old were you when
you moved to Paris?
I don't know.
I was a baby.
Oh, that's too bad.
It's odd everything
seems so familiar.
The hotel is right there.
It's the only one there is.
-OK.
Thank you.
I don't think I'm
gonna like it here.
We won't be here long.
Oh, they have our bags.
John?
What is it?
Hello.
Good to see you
looking so much better.
Mother figured you'd
be staying, so she
had your luggage brought over.
What is that smell?
Oh.
Sorry.
Uh, we're preparing the mortuary
for Reverend Shea's widow.
We heard.
Hi.
Hi.
She was a real nice lady.
Hey, did you hear
about the coffins?
Somebody's been
breaking into them.
Yeah.
Aren't there any
men on the island?
Oh, they're all out
with the fishing fleet.
Except fro my dad, Hank,
because he helps my mother.
How about the bridal suite?
Thank you.
It's strange being here.
Well, it's the place
where you were born.
I know.
Makes me anxious.
Well, honey, that's
completely understandable.
How can you not being anxious
looking for your family?
Stop being so understanding.
What are you looking for?
Phone book.
Maybe the Strausses are listed.
There's no phone.
Hungry.
Well, have a sandwich-- here.
Whoa.
Whoa.
What's the matter?
(WHISPERING) I don't know .
You keep your filthy
eyes off him, Baby Laura.
Toot here saw him first.
Hi.
Could you help us?
Do you know if there's anybody
named Strauss on the island?
My husband's very ill.
We're trying to find
his family here.
He's from the island?
The Strauss family?
Mm, I don't know
anyone named Strauss.
I'm John Strauss.
I'd really appreciate any help.
What's your accent?
Is that Italian?
Maybe she could help us.
Baby Laura?
Oh, she doesn't talk.
She hasn't she was six.
Oh, I'm sorry.
It's not your fault, hon.
Anyhow, I'm sorry
I can help you,
but there's no
Strauss family here,
Let's go.
So beautiful.
Alice, stop dreaming
and get back to work.
Those poor people.
They have so much trouble.
Yeah, well, just make
sure they don't leave
without paying their bill.
Mother, they're not like that.
What the hell would you know?
People are the same everywhere.
I hope not.
Well, hop to it.
Widow Shea's getting
ripe down here.
There.
That's better.
I always really admired
your hair, Mrs. Shea.
It's always so
neat and organized.
KATHLEEN: Alice?
Are you there?
Down here.
[COUGHING]
I'm sorry.
It's embalming fluid.
I always smell of
it for days after.
I was wondering if I could get
a ride across to the other side
of the cove with you.
Um, I'm gonna be here
awhile with Mrs. Shea.
Do you think you could
handle the boat alone?
No problem.
I grew up on the Vineyard.
It was mandatory.
The keys are in it.
But be careful
because the weather
changes real fast
around here, and there's
a storm warning out.
-OK.
Thank you.
Um-- please don't
mention this to my mother.
-Promise.
-OK.
Oh, it's coral sunset, so
I know it's not your color,
but it's-- it's the
only one we've got.
For Christ sake Alice,
quit yakking at the stiffs.
It's nuts.
Step on it, Hank!
You aren't gonna believe this.
Hi, Daddy.
Hi, sugar.
Dorothea tells Hank
Mrs. Shea wanted
to be buried in her necklace.
What neck-- lace?
I never saw her
wear that before.
Shit.
Who'd have thought
a reverend's widow'd
have something like
this stashed away.
Where the hell she get it?
Family heirloom-- must
be worth a fortune.
Oh, aren't you
the observant one.
Of course, it's worth a fortune.
A fortune that's
gonna end up six feet
under doing nobody no good.
That's what I call waste.
And Byrde Gordon
don't tolerate waste.
Get busy.
I want her in the ground
before it rains, or bury
her at the Van Daam Cemetery.
But the Van Daam
Cemetery's private property.
Well, the Van Daams are dead.
So who's gonna stop us?
Besides the county's digging
up our cemetery, right?
And I don't want no
more jerk officials
nosing around in my coffins.
Get back to work.
It does seem a shame,
don't you think, Daddy?
Oh, I don't know, princess.
Mother's gonna steal
these jewels, isn't she?
No, of course she
wouldn't do that.
Daddy, I couldn't tell
this to anyone but you,
but I'm going to
leave the island.
Well, you wouldn't leave your
old daddy, would you, Alice?
I'd send for you.
I couldn't leave your mother.
You're just too good, Daddy.
[CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING]
I knocked.
Sorry.
No one answered.
Oh.
How are you?
How is John?
He's resting.
I wondered if I
could talk to you?
Sure.
Sit down,
Thanks.
I just needed a sounding
board, someone just to talk to.
Have some tea.
Thank you.
The level of degeneration of
John's blood is increasing,
and his seizures are
just getting worse.
We've been to the
best hospitals,
and no one has any
answers for us.
Do you think that what
John has is hereditary?
What do you know of
the Van Daam family?
Nothing, why?
They came to the island
about 300 years ago.
They were a rich Dutch family.
There's lots of
stories about them.
I studied Dr. Peterson's files.
He was into genetic research.
He found some evidence
of inbreeding.
Inbreeding can cause
mutations, genetic changes.
One of them, which
you may probably know
is dissimilar eye coloring,
not unlike your husband
or like this.
Oh, my god.
You think John
might be a Van Daam?
Could be.
Well, how can I get
in can touch with them?
The last of them
died 75 years ago.
But Dr. Peterson had a nurse.
Her name is Lexi Crongold.
You may want to talk to her.
She still lives here.
Thank you.
Um, I'm pregnant.
Does your husband know?
HANK: She was a
good neighbor to us.
We'll sorely miss her.
I remember her as a girl.
Ah, ladies, I guess
Mrs. Shea's gone
to join the old pastor again.
May she rest in peace.
[SHRIEK]
Oh, you scared the life
out of me. (LAUGHING)
Me too.
Uh, I was just coming down
to check on some things.
Can I get something for you?
No, I'm good.
Thank you.
But thank you very much.
Here's the boat keys.
Oh, thanks.
Have a good night.
-Night.
Hi.
It's just me.
Look, I went to Dr.
Marlowe's, and he
says that he thinks you might
be related to the people who
first settled on the island.
And he gave me the name a woman
who knows more information.
Her name's Lexi Crongold.
We should go see her
tomorrow, don't you think?
Huh?
That's good news, right?
Finally we're getting somewhere.
(WHISPERING) I'm hungry.
For what?
Mm, mm, mm.
John, no.
No.
John, no!
No.
John, no!
Not like this.
No!
(CRYING) Get off me!
(CRYING) What the
hell's wrong with you?
I'm sorry.
I was angry.
I'm dying.
[SCREAM]
I'm really sorry, Mrs. Shea.
I just need it for me
and my dad to get away.
[SCREAMING]
$2.75?
Once again we get the Byrde.
ANNOUNCER (ON RADIO):
--maritime [INAUDIBLE]
expect to be rains
and winds gusting
up to 80 miles per hour.
All maritime travel has been
given tropical storm warnings.
Stay tuned to this station
for further updates.
Be up here in a couple hours.
What's the news from
the fishing fleet?
Radio's down, and I've
been trying morning.
Who's there?
[SCREAMING]
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
Oh, my god.
Alice!
Alice!
You haven't seen Alice
this morning, have you?
No, actually, we were
hoping she could give us
a ride to the Crongold place.
What the hell for?
It's, um-- it's personal.
Damn, where's that girl?
Well, I've got business
out there anyway.
I can take you as far as
the cliffs in my boat.
It's about a half
a mile from there.
-Thanks.
-25 bucks-- take it or leave it.
-$25?
-We'll take it.
That's the Van Daame estate.
They were a bunch of Dutch
smugglers way back when.
Legend has it they used
the caves in this place
to hide their loot.
Nobody ever found any, though.
Last of them died in a fire
up there in their mansion
about 75 years ago.
That's where you're going.
Up there?
Yeah, that's where Lexi
lives-- has for years.
She was a nurse.
Oldens woman on the island.
Lord knows what she dies
with her self way out there.
She's an odd bird,
that's for sure.
Well, come on.
I can take you part of the way.
Follow me.
There's a shortcut.
Subject is male, 33 years old.
Blood shows preponderance
of acanthocytes
indicative of severe hemolysis.
It also shows
marked similarities
to the sample taken
from the embryo,
suggesting syndrome
congenital, possibly inherited.
Let's see.
Where was I?
MAN: Doc!
[POUNDING ON DOOR]
MAN: Doc!
Coming.
[POUNDING]
-Open up!
Hank.
Oh, Doc!
Doc!
I think you better
have a look at this.
What's that?
It's a griffin.
This smell, it reminds
me of something.
(WHISPERING) Alice.
Goddammit, Alice!
Thought you could
beat me to it, did ya?
I know you're here.
My truck's here, so you're here.
[THUMP]
[MOANING]
What is it, Doc?
Appears to be human.
Caused of death,
severe mutilation.
Torso well developed.
Testicles fully descended.
The damn thing just
popped off the pier right
into my props, Doc.
Wait a minute.
Now, superior to the
penis in an epidural
fold we discover a small
fully functional vagina.
-You're kidding.
-Oh.
Seminal fluid present
suggests a functioning
hermaphrodite capable of
having sex with itself.
I need a drink.
-Make mine a double.
Stop!
Oh, I-- I've been expecting you.
Miss Crongold?
You know me?
Oh, you're beautiful.
Of course, I know you
would be a beautiful boy.
Come here.
Is that really necessary?
Yes, it's necessary.
Since they burned the estate,
there's been all sorts
of curiosity-seekers, vandals.
I have to protect
the place, oh, yeah.
That's my job, don't you know.
Come on now, boy.
Come over here.
Ah, yes.
Now take off your shirt.
Why?
Go on.
Open it up.
I've got to look at that chest.
Dr. Marlowe said that you
were Dr. Peterson's nurse.
Shh!
Oh, yes.
Yes, very nice.
Oh, they're not so bad.
Healed real good.
But how can you--
Oh, you have every
right to know.
It's your story.
It was the islanders
burned down the mansion--
killed off the whole
family except for you.
Doc Peterson and I had
to get you out of here.
We had to send you away.
Salvaged enough from
that fire to set
up the trust fund for you.
You more than
you're telling me.
Why am I called
Strauss not Van Daam?
That's my favorite
composer-- Strauss.
Now, look here, John-- I
saved something for you.
See?
Look.
These were attached to
your tiny infant hands.
So it was you made them
scratches on your chest
by clawing at
yourself, poor baby.
These were attached
to my hands?
Why?
Oh, Van Daams did a
lot of strange things.
You know-- you know
cravings, am I right, boy?
Always craving something,
but I don't what.
Can you explain it?
No.
If you know about
my disease, tell me.
No.
You-- you better leave now.
Tell me what you know.
You can help me.
No, I can't, boy.
I can't.
If you know anything about
my husband's disease--
No, I told you.
Now get the hell
aways from here.
I can't believe this.
Ugh.
After puncturing the
stomach, pungent odor.
Smell it every day.
It's embalming fluid, Doc.
There's more.
It's got three stomachs.
Hand me the jar.
A live eel.
Well, I'll be damned.
If he hollers let him
go, eeny, meeny, miney mo.
My mother said to pick this one.
You're it.
Ha!
Oh, poo, I'm always it.
We're playing hide-and-go-seek.
Why don't you go hide?
One, two, three,
four, five, six,
seven, eight, nine, 10, 11, 12.
Ready or not, here I come!
I'm gonna find you.
David?
Ben?
I'm gonna find you!
David?
Ben?
Come on, guys.
Squeakie?
Is that you?
[SCREAMING]
Help me!
Ramona!
What's happening?
Ramona!
Ramona!
-Hold on!
[SCREAMING]
-Oh, no!
No!
No!
No, Ramona!
Ramona!
What are you doing?
-I'm going back.
-Why, John?
They're all dead.
There's nothing there for us.
It doesn't add up.
I thought I told ya's to leave.
This is my house.
Your house?
I'm a Van Daam.
There might be something
inside to keep me alive.
There's nothing in
there for you, boy.
Then why are you protecting it?
(STAMMERING) I told you-- from
vandals on account of the fire.
Which happened 75 years ago.
I'm not 75 years old.
You didn't pull
me from that fire.
Why are you lying?
I'm dying.
You save-- you
saved me as a baby.
Why won't you help me now?
My boy, go home.
If I was born after the fire--
Leave it be.
--then all the Van Daams
did not die in the fire.
Death can be a sweet release.
Tell me the truth.
I'll show you.
I'll show you.
Are you kids sure you
weren't digging down there?
No, honest!
They totally caught her!
They grabbed her!
Are you sure you're
not teasing me?
There's no time
for fooling here.
Laura, go take the kids back
to town before the storm hits.
OK, make sure you
keep an eye them.
And Squeakie, you behave now.
Help Laura, OK?
We need help.
Let's call the mainland PD.
Oh, This house will
never burn down.
It's made from ships wood,
you see-- soaked in brine,
permeated with salt. Hey, hmm?
There.
There.
Go on.
This way.
John.
John.
The Van Daams still lived
here when I was a girl.
But nobody ever saw 'em.
One day I-- I snuck in
here to have a look,
and I saw 'em eating.
What did you see?
It was, uh, the
town's folks that
flamed the mansion, killing
everybody, or thought they did.
The truth is some Van Daams
escaped into the tunnels
below this island.
-They're still alive?
-Mm-hm.
Phone's dead.
Phone's dead?
Marine radio's down.
So we're cut off.
[THUNDER]
What do you mean
they let you save me?
Save me from what?
From them 'cause
you were different.
You were normal.
I suppose, in a way,
they were afraid of you.
Still, it was a
kindness-- a kindness.
-Who is she?
-Eva Van Daam.
You know what I'm
craving, don't you?
You have to tell me.
I can't.
It's a secret--
their great secret.
Ah!
Over there some light!
Open the window!
Ah!
[INAUDIBLE]
Ah.
Let's go.
[THUNDER]
Come on!
(WHISPERING) God,
this is fascinating.
What is it, Doc?
It's a red blood cell
from the autopsy specimen.
It's identical to
the blood sample
I drew from John
Strauss, and the embryo.
What's it mean?
Trouble.
Dr. Marlowe?
There's a terrible problem
at County Cemetery.
Little Ramona got dragged
down some strange tunnel.
We need all the help we can get.
Hank, let's go.
Byrde?
Ah!
-John?
Are you OK?
You all right?
(WHISPERING) Yes.
Let's go.
OK.
John?
Come here.
The keys are in the ignition.
Come on.
OK.
Can you get the door?
OK.
OK.
OK.
All right.
[THUNDER]
There's a tunnel!
Can you see her?
I'm going in there?
Doc, you better take this.
It's all right.
It's OK.
-Ramona?
Ramona?
[VOICES]
Holy cow.
[VOICES]
God.
Ramona?
What's down there, Doc?
[THUNDER]
What's down there?
Doc!
Your arm. what happened?
Hank?
I've got something
terrible to tell you.
I feel this could be the end.
No, it's not, John.
Don't talk like that.
I think this is it.
Uh-oh.
Shit.
There's Dr. Marlowe's.
We have to find a way across.
No.
Come on!
Still down.
-Try the phone?
-The phones are down.
We'll be out of touch
till morning for sure.
OK so what are we
really up against here?
There is something.
The island is
undercut by tunnels,
all leading to the cemetery.
There are things living in them.
They are feeding on corpses.
Things?
Well, what are they, animals?
Mutations-- deformed people,
what's left of the Van Daams.
They survived the fire.
They eat human flesh?
Embalmed flesh.
By removing the corpses
from the island,
you've taken away
their food supply.
Now they're desperate.
They're mad.
And they're very hungry.
They're coming after us.
The good news is they're
extremely sensitive to light.
Let's move to the
lighthouss-- everybody.
We'll be safe there.
[ANXIOUS VOICES]
[THUNDER]
We need every vehicle
in town so we can
get folks up to the lighthouse.
Come on!
Let's go!
We need lamps, lanterns,
flashlights, flares,
you name it.
Come on!
Let's go.
What should I do?
Spread the word.
We need it all-- flares,
flashlights, torches, lanterns.
[GRUNTING]
I'm gonana get you a shot, OK?
-You're on your own.
-[INAUDIBLE].
Come with me.
Come on. [INAUDIBLE] together.
Come on.
Don't be scared.
John, can you hear me?
I know what's wrong with you.
I know how you can survive.
What is it?
How badly do you want to live?
It's been soaking
in formaldehyde.
That's what keeps them alive.
I won't leave you.
Please don't leave me.
Hurry up.
Come on.
Yes.
Yes.
We need some more light.
Take lights up top.
Marlow said to meet
him at the lighthouse.
John?
All right.
Look.
You [INAUDIBLE] the other side.
I'm going around back.
What is it?
It's as if I had a
whole new set of senses.
You know when I ate that--
I don't want to
talk about it, John.
You have to know.
No, I don't.
Your alive, and that's
all that matters to me,
so tomorrow we'll
go back to Paris
and we'll isolate the
chemicals that you need.
[GASP]
[SCREAMING]
[CRYING]
Get back!
Laura?
Laura?
What is it?
What?
Toot?
Point the light.
OK.
[INAUDIBLE] more light.
[SCREAMING]
[SCREAMING]
It's all right.
Get inside.
Everybody inside!
[SCREAMING]
We need more lights--
all the lights we've got.
[SCREAMING]
All right.
It's all right.
No panic.
[SCREAMING]
I'll take this--
Calm down.
-[INAUDIBLE].
-Good.
Shh.
[POUNDING]
Other side.
[SCREAMING]
Ben!
Let me go!
Let me go!
Ah!
Help!
Ah!
Hold onto me.
We've got to get them.
[SCREAMING]
Come with me.
Up.
Up.
Grab him.
Kathleen!
[SOUNDS OF PAIN]
Ah!
No fucking way!
[SCREAMING]
(SCREAMING) Help me!
No!
No!
No!
No!
No.
No.
[SOBBING]
-Get off her.
-No!
John?
Go.
I can't leave you here.
Please?
No, John.
[CRYING]
Come with me.
We'll go home.
I am home.
[CRYING]
I love you.
Sh.
No!
Go.
Why?
Run!
(CRYING) John!
[INAUDIBLE]
No.
No.
No.
(SOBBING)
There's nothing you can do.
Kathleen, how are you?
-Fine.
I'm just-- I'm just tired.
That's all.
I don't know what
to do without John.
I don't know what to do.
I'm sure you'll do what's best.
The baby moved!
The baby moved.
Come on.
NARRATOR: And so it came
to pass that John was
reunited with the
Van Daam family,
and he found the
he too had a twin.
And although his sister
could make love to herself,
she welcomed her long-lost
brother and loved him too.