The House of Adam (2006) - full transcript

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Sorry, guys.

We're closed.

-Well, now, that's not what
your sign out front says.

-Yeah, [INAUDIBLE], we
closed 20 minutes ago.

-Yeah, Brett, he's right.

Come on.

Let's go someplace else.

-No.

I want service.

-Guys, we're closed
for the night.



-Well, how about
we serve ourselves?

-Let's just go.

-Shut up.

-Brett, let's just go.

Come on.

Maybe we should leave.

-Hey, I-I don't
want any trouble.

--[LAUGHING] We don't
want any trouble either.

We just want faggots
like you out of our town.

-Somebody's coming.

Let's go.

Hi, Mr. Ross.

-Mr. Ross.

-You boys staying
out of trouble?



-Trying to.

-We-- we just came by
to say hello to Adam.

-Why don't you come back
tomorrow when we're open?

-Yes sir.

-Yes sir.

-Night, guys.

Adam, could I have
a word with you?

-Sure.

-Got a minute?

-Yeah, sure, Mr. Ross.

-I'm bringing in some new help.

-Oh, that's great.

We sure could use
it around here.

-Well, I'd like for you
to show him the ropes.

-Sure.

When does he start?

-Tomorrow.

-OK.

-Good.

[COUGHING]

-Mr. Ross, sit down.

-[COUGHING]

-Here, sit down.

Do you want me to call a doctor?

-Water.

[COUGHING]

-Thank you.

Adam, how long have
you worked here?

-Since high school.

-I want you to take care
of some things for me.

-I am.

-I know.

I can trust you.

-I know.

-Why don't you help me up?

I'll give you a ride home.

-OK.

Just let me put this away,
and I'll be right there.

-OK.

[KNOCKING]

-I'm coming, I'm coming.

Oh, jeez.

-Hi.

-Oh, jeez.

-Bob.

-Oh, son.

-How are you?

-I'm glad you made it.

Glad you were able to make it.

-This is my girlfriend Nina.

-Hi.

-Oh, it's a pleasure, Nina.

-Nice to meet you.

-It's a pleasure.

-Lot of memories here.

This is where I grew up.

-Oh, it's very cozy.

And a beautiful view out there.

-Yes it is.

Um, when Anthony's
mom died, she, uh,

insisted I keep the
place like she did.

Clean.

As you can see, I've not
done much of a good job.

-Do you have the keys?

-OK.

Yeah.

Here.

-So how's your health?

-To tell you the
truth, not good.

Uh, I'm hanging in there.

-I know you are.

-Here.

Let me get this for you here.

I'll show you to your room.

-Thank you, Mr. Ross.

[INTERPOSING VOICES]

-Thank you.

-So what was so urgent, Dad?

-Anthony, how's school?

-School's fine, but I know
you didn't have me drive

all this way just to
ask me that, did you?

-No I didn't.

You're right.

-How's the diner?

-That's what I want
to talk to you about.

-How's Adam?

Is he still there, or?

-Yeah, yeah.

He's still there.

-So what's going on?

-Anthony, Adam's mom had bypass
surgery a couple months ago.

She's fragile, and in need
of medicine and attention.

I don't know how to say this,
but Adam's been loyal to me

ever since he
started at the diner.

He's never called in sick,
always been on time, never

been late.

Just lately, I've been
missing money from the diner.

-You think he's
stealing from you?

-That-- that's putting
it rather harsh.

Now, I don't have
any proof of that.

So that's why I
called you, so you

could help me figure it out.

-So you want me to confront him?

-Not exactly.

I-I want you to help him.

You know, I told
him I'd be bringing

in some new help
for a couple days.

-Dad, he knows who I am.

-No, Anthony, he
doesn't know you.

He only knows your name.

He's never seen you.

You've been, what, to
college, what, four years?

-Yeah, but, I mean,
so you want me

to pretend I'm somebody else?

-Just for a day or two.

-Dad, when mom was
still alive, I mean,

you never wanted me
around the diner.

Now you're asking
me to work there?

-I'm not doing too good.

I can't keep up like I used to.

Yeah, I only have you, son.

-When do I start?

-Tomorrow.

It was a long drive.

I'd better get to bed.

-Thanks, son.

Oh, and Anthony?

-Yeah?

-I want you to keep
this between both of us.

I'm not accusing
anyone of anything.

-I know, I know.

Good night, Dad.

-Night.

Thanks for coming.

-Yeah.

-Hey.

-Hey.

-You have a great place.

-Yes.

-I've never been
in a cabin before.

Your dad's a real sweetheart.

-Yeah, I guess.

-How long has he lived her?

-As long as I can
remember, really.

He inherited the place
from my grandfather.

It's kind of the family jewel.

It's kind of all he's got.

-Wow.

Must be a lot of history here.

-Yeah.

Several generations.

-Did you tell him yet?

-No.

-Anthony.

-I will.

Listen.

-When is it gonna be the
right time if it's not now?

-You know my father has
an eighth grade education.

-I know.

-OK?

He worked his ass off
to send me to college.

-I know.

-It's like the height
of his existence.

-I know.

-OK?

We're here for a
few days, right?

So give it some time, and
when the time is right.

OK?

-OK.

I love you.

-I love you, too.

Don't forget this.

-I won't.

I'm folding your clothes, jeez.

-We should get some rest.

-Are you Adam?

-Yeah.

You must be the new guy?

-Yeah.
Winston.

For a few days.

-Nice to meet you.

Let me just set this down, and
I-- and I'll give you the tour.

-Sure.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-This is my favorite place.

-It's interesting.

-I come here every day.

I love being around nature.

-What else do you like?

-I don't know.

Listening to the
radio, watching TV.

-So how's the diner doing?

-It's fine, I guess.

I mean, Mr. Ross has been
having me run it for years now,

and it's still standing, so.

-Are there any
money problems, or?

-What do you mean?

Not that I know of.

I mean, Mr. Ross isn't doing too
well, so I deposit his checks,

pay his bills, do most
of his accounting.

-I see.

Well, it's a good sandwich.

-Thanks.

It's my favorite.

So tell me about you.

-What do you want to know?

-Do you have a girlfriend, or?

-No.

Why do you ask?

-Just wondering.

-You?

-No.

I'm-- I'm gay.

No one knows.

I'm sure they suspect, but.

-And you're telling
me this because?

-Because I like you.

-I respect that, but
Adam, I'm not gay.

-I know, I know.

I just thought-- I just
thought the best way

to start a friendship
is with honesty.

-And I have nothing against--

-Gay people, as long as
they don't bother you?

-That's not what
I was gonna say.

-That's all right.

I mean, I've always been
the one to get pushed around

and harassed.

It doesn't really bother me.

-Who harasses you?

-No one, really.

I mean, just some guys that come
in the diner once in awhile.

I think their parents
are really religious, so.

-Why don't you tell somebody?

-They're harmless.

They're all bark and no bite.

-I guess.

Well, we should get back.

-Hey, Winston.

Thanks for helping us out.

-Not a problem.

-If it's OK with you, I prefer
if Mr. Ross didn't know about--

-It'll be our little secret.

OK.

-All right.

-Morning.

-Morning.

Hey, you didn't have to do that.

-Oh, please.

I'm more than
happy to help here.

Oh, there's water on for tea.

-Oh, good.

So, Nina, you from around here?

-No.

Actually, I'm from
Gary, Indiana.

Ever heard of it?

No.

-How did you and Anthony meet?

-Uh, we were introduced
by a mutual friend.

Mm, this is gonna be good.

-Yeah.

Oh, it's those strange kids.

-What are they doing?

-Well, Brett, he-- he
thinks he's a priest.

--[LAUGHING] And what
about the other two?

-His conversation.

-Pretty small congregation,
if you ask me.

-They come around here often,
and I see them all the time,

but I just don't have
any idea where they live.

-Huh.

-Keep reading.

-And he said, Amos,
what seest thou?

And I said, a basket
of summer fruit.

Then said the Lord
unto me, the end

has come upon my
people of Israel.

I will not again
pass by them anymore.

And the songs of the temple
shall be howling in that day,

sayeth the Lord God.

There shall be many dead
bodies in every place.

They shall cast them
forth with silence.

Amos, chapter eight,
verse two and three.

-Brett, can we take a break?

You've been reading the
bible for over an hour now.

-Yeah, I'm hungry.

-Why don't we go to the diner?

-Yeah.

Let's do that.

-I hope you like your
sausage well done.

Sorry.

-Oh, that's OK.

No problem.

It smelled good when
you were making it.

-It's pretty good.

Tasty.

-I want to share
something with you.

When Anthony's mother died,
I didn't know what to do.

I always was at the
diner, and so he

practically raised himself.

-Well, I think you
did a pretty good job.

I mean, you got a great son.

-Thank you.

How long have you
two been dating?

-Oh, just a little
over a year now.

-I was Anthony's age when I--
I fell in love with his mother.

We met at the store, and she
was shopping with her mother.

And I-- oh, God, I could
hardly keep my eyes off her.

So I mustered up the
courage to go talk to her.

-What did you say?

-Well, I said hello.

-Anthony knows he's
got a great dad.

He loves you so much.

-Yeah.

We were a family of three
brothers and a sister.

I was the oldest of
three, and our parents

were involved in a car crash.

They both died.

I was in the eighth grade.

It was devastating.

So I had to drop
out of school to get

a job to put food on the table.

And before my mother took her
last breath in the hospital,

she made me promise to
keep the family together.

So I was very adamant about
Anthony going to college

and getting his degree.

I didn't care what
he studied, as long

as he got that piece of paper.

-He's working on it.

You know, these
things take time.

-I want you to
promise me one thing.

That you'll be good to him.

-I promise.

-He's a good boy.

I know he likes you.

-I will.

-Thank you.

Thank you.

-[LAUGHTER]

-I saw what you did.

-Winston, let it go.

It's my problem.

-No.

Apologize to him.

-Why don't you make me?

-If I have to, I will.

-Oh.

Look, boys.

Our little fruit has a fly.

-Get the fuck out of here.

I never want to see
you around here again.

-Oh, Nina, you don't
have to do that.

-Mr. Ross, I told
you I don't mind.

Now just sit back and relax and
let me take care of this, OK?

-OK.

-I was thinking that we might
all go to dinner tonight.

What do you think?

-Well, that sounds
like a great idea.

-Yeah?

OK.

Why don't I call Adam?

-No, no, no, no, no.

No.

Don't.

I mean, don't bother.

I might be an old
man, but I still

know how to use one
of these things here.

-OK.

[PHONE RINGING]

-Al's Diner.

This is Adam.

Oh, hey, Mr. Ross.

-Uh, how's the new guy doing?

Yeah, he's great.

Do you want to talk to him?

-Sure, sure, put him on.

-OK.

Hold on.

Telephone.

-This is Winston.

-So that's the name
you're going by?

-Yeah.

-Well, Nina wanted me
to give you a call,

and, um, she invited
us all out to go

out to dinner this evening.

-I'll be there.

OK.

-Have you found out anything?

-Yeah.

Everything's fine.

Yeah, I'll make sure everything
is back where it belongs.

OK, Mr. Ross.

Yeah.

-OK.

See you later.

Bye.

-Bye bye.

-I, uh, I put in a
good word for you.

-Thanks.

-Hey, I don't know if you
have any plans after work,

but I was thinking
maybe we could go--

-You know what?

Tonight I kind of do.

Maybe tomorrow.

-Yeah, tomorrow's cool.

-You know what?

I'm exhausted.

I think I'm gonna
get out of here.

-Yeah, I'm sure you're not used
to working in a diner all day,

huh?

-Not really.

-That's all right.

I'll close up here and
I'll see you tomorrow.

-Bright and early.

-Thanks for sticking
up for me back there.

-Don't worry about it.

[PHONE RINGING]

-Al's Diner.

This is Adam.

Oh, hey, Monica.

Yeah, I'm free tonight.

Yeah, dinner sounds good.

Where?

OK.

Yeah, just give me a few
minutes to finish up here,

and I'll meet you over there.

-Glad you were able
to make it, son.

-So what's going on with
this Adam guy, anyway?

-Can I tell him?

My dad thinks this guy Adam,
who works for him, is stealing.

-Why would he think that?

-The books are off balance.

-Adam's worked for
me quite some time,

and I'm not gonna pass any
judgment until Anthony's

figured out what's
really going on.

-So when do I get to
meet this Adam guy?

-Hey, Mr. Ross.

-Adam.

-Hey, Winston.

-Winston?

Who's Winston?

-This is Winston.

-Oh, you mean Anthony?

Oh, you must be Adam.

Oh, uh, pleasure to meet you.

My name's Nina.

I've heard so much about you.

It, uh-- you guys must
have already met before.

-Anthony?

-Yeah.

This is my boyfriend Anthony,
and, uh, this is his dad.

I guess you probably
already know

him because you work for him.

-This is your dad?

You were spying on me?

-Adam, I'm sorry.

-You think I'm
stealing from you,

so you sent your son
to check up on me?

-Let me explain, Adam.

-There's nothing to explain.

I quit.

-Let-- let me out.

-Did I miss something?

Oh my God.

-Adam, hold up.

-I'm not a thief.

I never stole a dime
from your dad, ever!

-Adam, I know.

It's not you.

It's me.

I can explain, though.

-Explain to your dad.

I don't care.

I'm done.

Four years!

Four years of my life I
invested in that place,

and this is the thanks I get?

-Adam, please let me explain.

-What?

What?

What does everyone want from me?

-I'm sorry.

-I need the money, OK?

But I didn't steal
anything, I swear.

-I know.

-What am I gonna do now?

I gotta take care of my mom.

Without this job,
I have nothing.

-Adam, I am sorry.

I am really sorry.

This whole mess is my fault.

I don't know what to say.

-I gotta-- I gotta go.

I gotta figure out
what I'm gonna do.

-Adam, where are you gonna go?

-I don't know, but I
can't-- I can't go back now.

-Listen to me.

You did nothing wrong.

I know.

-What makes you so sure?

-Because I'm the one who's
been taking the money.

-Why?

-I haven't been
upfront about school.

-You're not going to school?

-I am in school, but
it's not the school

my dad thinks I'm in.

-Why not tell him?

Why let him think it's me?

-Because I was afraid.

-Afraid of what?

-I was afraid he wouldn't
understand, Adam.

He's always-- you know my dad.

He's always had this picture
of me going to college,

and if he finds out, it's
going to make him sick.

I've always been
the perfect one.

The golden boy.

-He's probably sick
right now thinking

I'm the one who's
stealing from him.

-I know, and I'm sorry.

Adam, please.

You've got to understand.

I am sorry.

-What was that?

-I don't know.

I better go.

I will fix everything.

I promise.

Please don't quit.

I'll see you at work tomorrow.

-Honey.

We were worried about you.

-Where's Adam?

Is he OK?

-He's fine, Dad.

We need to talk.

-What?

What do you mean?

-Pop, the truth is--

-What?

You're not pregnant, are you?

--[LAUGHING] Nothing
like that, no.

-What is it?

-The truth is, I'm
not really in college.

-What?

What do you mean?

-I am attending
detective school,

and Adam isn't the one
who's bee taking the money.

I've been withdrawing the
money from your account

because school is more than
you originally budgeted for.

-I-I've been blaming
Adam all along,

and you're the one who's
been taking the money?

Why did you lie to me?

-Dad, I-- I didn't
know how to tell you.

I was afraid you
wouldn't understand.

-[BREATHING HEAVILY]

-Pop?

-Mr. Ross?

-Dad?

-Are you OK?

-Inhaler's in my pocket.

-Dad.

-Here.

-Give him his pills.

Pop?

You all right?

-Don't worry, my boy.

I've known them for a long time.

I know Mr. Ross
is a good person.

I've known him for
many, many years.

-Dad, how are you feeling?

-I need to see Adam, please.

I need to see Adam.

[PHONE RINGING]

-I'll get it.

Hello?

Yeah?

-Who is it?

Yeah, what's-- what's
wrong with him?

-Oh my God.

-OK.

OK, I'll be right over.

-Is he all right?

-I don't know.

Mr. Ross needs me, though.

I need to go.

-OK.

Come back.

-I'll be-- I'll be
back as soon as I can.

-OK.

-You gonna be OK?

-OK.

-All right.

-Maybe we should call a doctor.

-No, no, no.

No doctors.

I've had enough doctors.

-Dad, are you sure?

-I need to see Adam.

-He's on his way over.

-Good.

-Why don't I go
make some tea, OK?

-OK.

-I'll be back.

-Anthony, I'm not mad at you.

As a matter of fact, I'm proud
that you stuck to your word.

You're in school studying
something you like.

That's important, son.

-Yeah.

-I know you never
liked the country.

I-- I don't find it
hard to understand

where you're coming from.

When my father was
alive, I always

thought I had to please him.

I thought that if I ever
done anything wrong,

he'd stop loving me.

But now, as a parent, I
know that you can never

stop loving your
son, regardless.

-Dad, I'm sorry I lied to you.

I was just-- I was afraid
you'd be disappointed.

-Listen to me, son.

I-- I want this house
to stay in the family.

Adam has been as
good as family to me.

He's-- he's watched over
me for several years.

That's why I want him
to have this house.

-Whatever.

-I know this place
is not for you.

-Dad, you need to
get some rest, OK?

-I'd like a word with Adam.

-He's on his way.

How are you doing?

-Hey, Adam's here.

Here's some tea.

-I'd like a word with Adam.

-Hi, Mr. Ross.

-Adam, my boy, I'm
sorry I doubted you.

-It's OK, Mr. Ross.

-No, no, no.

It's not OK.

I-- I want-- I need you to know
I'm thankful for everything

you've ever done for me.

That's why I'd like for
you to stay in the house.

It's a-- it's a good house.

It's been in the
family for generations.

It's given me everything
I ever wanted,

and that's why-- that's why
I want you to stay here.

-Rest, Mr. Ross.

Everything's gonna be fine.

-No, no, it's not gonna be fine.

It's just not.

It's not.

It's-- I need you.

Anthony's going away to school.

[COUGHING]

-Mr. Ross, relax.

You're going to be getting
as good as new in no time.

You'll be running the business
just like you always did.

Now it's time to
get some rest, OK?

-Mm-hm.

-I'll come by and see
you again tomorrow.

Get some rest, OK?

-Hey.

-Yeah.

I know I don't really
know you, but, um,

I wanted to let
you know how sorry

that we are about
the misunderstanding.

Anthony should have told his
father a really long time ago

about the school
situation We're sorry.

-I never meant to hurt you.

I-- you know, I hope you can
forgive us, my father and I.

-Well, I-- I love Mr.
Ross like my own dad.

He's been-- he's been really
good to me and my mom.

So I'll be back at
work first thing.

-It's my last day, but
I hope we can celebrate.

-Yeah.

That'll be good.

-Yeah.

Uh, good night.

-Night.

-Night.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Ding dong.

-Hey, baby.

-Hey.

-Listen, um, why
don't you all go

out and get a beer or something?

Relax?

I'll finish up here.

-All right.

You sure?

-Yeah, no problem.

I insist.

Y'all have been working
hard, so get out of here.

-Let's go get a beer.

-Oh, wait.

Before you go.

Here.

Come on.

Smile.

OK.

Great.

Very nice.

Sexy.

Beautiful.

Gorgeous.

Rock it.

OK.

Go.

-Adam?

So what's it like?

-What's what like?

-I feel weird saying this,
but being with another man.

-I don't know.

It's probably like
being with anyone.

I mean, the
plumbing's different,

but the emotions are the same.

-What would you say if
I've always been curious?

-What stopped you?

-I don't-- I-- fear?

-Fear of what?

-What would happen next.

-You mean physically?

-I don't even know.

Physically, emotionally.

-I'm gonna miss you.

-You know, you shouldn't
leave your dad alone.

-You know, I-- I try not to.

I won't.

-You don't know how long
he's gonna be around.

You should come by more often.

-You know, with school, I
work two jobs, I have Nina,

you know?

I-- I try, but it's
just so difficult.

-Yeah, I know.

I know what you mean.

I took my dad for
granted until he died,

and I just hope you don't
make the same mistake.

-I won't.

-Dad.

Pop.

We gotta go.

-OK.

I love you, son.

-Love you, too.

-Take care of yourself.

-I will.

-Watch out for my boy.

-Don't worry.

He's taken care of.

-We'll try to get back
here as soon as we can, OK?

Get some rest.

-God bless.

Drive safely.

-Good bye.

It was so nice meeting you.

-Mr. Ross, I gotta
get going too.

So is there anything else
you need before I leave?

-No.

I'll be fine.

Thanks, Adam.

-OK.

-Bye, Pop.

Love you.

-Hey.

Keep an eye on my dad, will you?

-I will.

I will, I promise.

-Thank you.

-Thank you, Adam.

Come here.

It was so nice meeting you.

Take care, OK?

-I will.

-I'll see you soon.

-Sure.

-Let's get out of here.

-He was a good man.

-Yeah.

-Taught me a lot.

Where's Nina?

-Adam, we're not getting along.

We're separating.

-Sorry to hear that.

-It's OK.

It's not your fault.

-Look at you.

You made-- you're a detective.

-Yeah.

-You know, your dad was always
really proud of you, Anthony.

-Adam, what are you
gonna do with the house?

I mean, he left it to
you for good reason.

It's-- it's funny.

He knew I never
wanted to live here.

I never liked the country.

He knew that.

-I missed you.

-I missed you too.

-I thought about you
practically every day.

I can't get you out of my mind.

-Adam, this is your house now.

-It's yours, too.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-I'll be late tonight.

-We had plans, remember?

-I'm sorry.

I'll make it up to you.

-When, Anthony?

-I have to work.

-You always have to
make up for something,

and you never do, because
you're always working.

If it's not your job,
it's your divorce.

-Well, you know what?

I kind of have to take care
of that to be here with you.

-Well, you're taking
me for granted.

-No I'm not.

-Yeah you are.

First I'm stuck like a hermit
in the middle of the woods,

and then you expect
me to just be

ready and available
whenever you show up.

And the only reason
why is because you're

afraid for us to be
seen in public together.

-You know I love you.

-Well, how about showing
it once in a while?

-I do.

-And not with words.

With actions.

-I do.

-Anthony, I love you too,
but I'm tired of this.

I feel like I'm
drowning, and you're

not making any
attempt to save me.

I can't go on anymore like this.

-I'm sorry.

Listen.

You knew from the start
it wouldn't be easy.

You knew my situation.

I work for the fucking police
department, for God's sakes.

I cannot be out and
about with my male lover,

and you know that.

How do you think
it's going to look

if the other guys
found out about it?

How long do you think I'd last?

-I guess not that long.

-I'll call you.

-I love you.

-I know.

-Bye bye.

-Look, boys.

We got ourselves
here a faggot house.

Got couple faggots
in there fornicating.

They're going to hell, boys.

Going to hell.

-Absolutely.

-We are here to celebrate
the union between this man

and this man, who are already
married in holy matrimony.

[LAUGHING] What's
that verse, Roger?

-About the fags?

-Where's the Bible?

Take it out.

-Stupid.

Stupid.

-Shut the fuck up.

-Like you're so fucking--

-Stop your fighting, like
you're so fucking smart.

-High school dropout.

Fuckups.

-If a man also lie with mankind
as he lies with a woman,

both of them have
committed an abomination.

They shall surely
be put to death.

Their blood shall be upon them.

Faggots!

Faggots.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Can't stand those
goddamn sinners

and what they're
doing in that cabin.

-Somebody oughta teach
them a fucking lesson.

-You guys wanna
play a little prank?

-What are you talking about?

-Show those sinners what God
has waiting for them in hell.

-What do you have in mind?

-Nothing too heavy.

Just gonna have some fun.

Follow me.

-[INAUDIBLE]!

Which the Lord cast out
before the children of Israel.

-What are you doing in my house?

-Look what we've got here, boys!

-Let go of me!

-Shut up.

Shut up!

-Get the tape.

Get the tape!

It's in that drawer!

Come on!

-This was not
supposed to happen.

-Shut the fuck up.

Shit!

-Get him in here.

-[INAUDIBLE].

-That's good.

That's good.

I got something for him.

-Yes.

This is an emergency.

Uh, come quickly.

I'm hearing a crime taking place
at the cabinet of Albert Ross.

-Romans 1, Verse 27.

And likewise, also the men
leaving the natural use

of a woman burned in their
lust one toward another.

Men with men, working
that which is unseemingly,

and receiving in themselves
a recompense the errors of--

-Brett, stop.

-Shut the fuck up!

And even though
they do not lecture

[INAUDIBLE] in their knowledge--

-Brett, stop!

-To do those things,
which are not good--

-Shut up!

You fucking killed him!

-He's fucking faking it.

He's faking it.

-He's done.

He's not breathing.

-Oh, shit.

What are we gonna do?

We're going to jail.

-Shut up.
-I can't go to fucking jail!

-Shut up!

Shut up!

No one's going to jail!

Shut the fuck up!

-What are we gonna do, Brett?

-David, get trash bags.

We are not-- we are
not going to jail.

We're not going to
jail, because they're

not gonna find the body.

[PHONE RINGING]

-This is Detective Ross.

What's the address?

[POLICE SIRENS]

-So this is a wonderful
space for the newlyweds.

It's fully furnished.

Probably needs a little cosmetic
repairs, but other than that,

it's a great getaway.

And you're getting it
at a great price, too.

-We'll take it.

-We love it.

We needed a change of
pace from the city.

It's very cozy.

-So I just need you to
just pass by my office

and finish filling out
a couple paperwork,

and, um, we should be OK.

-Sounds good.

I'll be there first
thing in the morning.

-I'll see you tomorrow.

OK.

-Thanks.

-Hm.

-Isn't this wonderful?

It's got so much character.

-It does.

Our own country cabin.

All we have to do is
get the phone installed,

and we should be set.

-Who do you think
lived here before?

-I don't know, but they
must have been creative.

-Why do you say that?

-Because I saw some
canvases and some painting

supplies out in
the old tool shed.

-Does it matter?

I love it.

-And I love you.

-I'll start unpacking the car.

-I'll be out in a second.

Eerie.

-Babe?

Our first night here.

How exciting.

Want some water?

-No, uh, I'm fine.

-I think tomorrow I'll
go to the phone company

so they can install the line.

-That was great.

-You were wonderful.

-Mark?

Mark?

[PHONE RINGING]

-Hello?

Hello?

-I swear I heard
the phone ringing.

I told you.

I got up out of bed to
see, and it was unplugged.

I'm on my way home now.

I just came from
the phone company,

and they registered
the line as off.

Uh-huh.

I don't know!

Oh my God.

I have to call you back.

Oh my God.

Mister, are you all right?

God, what have I done?

-Please wake up.

-What happened?

-Mark, I didn't see him.

I was talking to
you on the phone,

and then I heard this
thump in front of my car,

and I stop, and I
think I hit him.

What should I do?

-He's alive.

Get me a pillow.

-Oh, thank God he's OK.

-Mister, are you all right?

What was he doing out
there in the woods?

-I don't know!

There's nothing out there.

-Mister, would you like
me to call you a doctor?

-Maybe we should.

You know, he looks fine,
but you never know.

-OK, get me a blanket.

-Mark, I feel so bad.

What do we do?

-All we can do now
is wait and see.

-I'm scared.

-It's all right, honey.

It was an accident.

-I did flee the
scene of an accident.

Do you think he'll
press charges?

-Let's just concentrate
on getting him better.

Should I call a doctor?

-Stop.

I don't need a doctor.

-What's your name?

-Are you all right?

-Water.

-I am so sorry about this.

-Are you from around here?

-Is there anything
I can do to help?

-We don't want any trouble.

We're new in the area.

-I feel dizzy.

-Please, relax as
long as you need to.

-Yeah.

Don't worry.

If there's anything we can do,
we-- we'll be in the next room,

all right?

-So what next?

-I-- I don't know.

We just wait and see?

-Shouldn't we offer
him something?

-Helen, this guy
could be a fugitive.

Or-- or worse.

Maybe he's like, a child
molester or serial killer.

-Mark, he's not a fugitive.

I saw great sadness in his eyes!

I think there's a
lot more to him!

-Of course.

You just met the guy, remember?

-You want some dinner?

-No.

I've lost my appetite.

I can't eat with some
stranger in the house

that my wife nearly killed.

-Hey, he'll be OK.

We'll be OK.

-I hope so.

I'm-- I'm gonna go for walk.

I just need to get my
thoughts around this.

-Well, do you want
me to come with you?

-No.

That's-- that's OK.

You should stay and make
sure that, you know-- in case

he needs anything, or
something like that, all right?

-You're welcome to borrow
any of my husband's clothes,

if you want.

There's some in the drawer.

-Yeah.

That would be nice.

Thank you.

-I made you breakfast.

-Good.

-I'm sorry about yesterday.

I didn't see you.

-Do you have any honey?

-Excuse me?

-Honey?

I like it on my toast.

-Sure.

Be right back.

-Thank you.

-My husband's still asleep.

-So you guys new to the area?

-Yeah, we just bought the place.

It was in foreclosure, so
we got it really cheap.

It's taking me a while to get
used to it, but I love it here.

We're city people,
for the most part.

My husband's in real estate,
so he got a great deal

on the cabin from one
of his colleagues.

Uh, I don't suppose
you live around here.

-I used to.

-Where do you live now?

-Around.

-So I think the
real estate agent

said that the guy who
owned this place died,

and that he had this restaurant
that went out of business right

after his passing.

And when-- and when his mom
heard the news of his death,

she had a heart attack
and died the same day.

What a tragic story, isn't it?

How tragic.

I think he also said that
the guy was a detective.

Or a painter.

One of the two.

I can't remember.

And he had this really bitter
divorce and lost everything.

I don't know.

I think that's the story.

I'm not quite sure.

Something like that.

-You know what?

People love to talk,
and most of the time,

they don't know the full story.

-True.

So what's your story?

-Prefer not to talk about it.

-Would you like more coffee?

-No, I'm fine, miss.

-Oh, please.

Call me Helen.

-You know, I know what
you guys are trying to do.

I'm not gonna press charges
or anything like that.

-I'm relieved to hear that.

Is there anything that my
husband or I can do for you?

-Actually, there is.

-Whatever you'd like.

-I'd like to work
around the property.

-You want to do yard work?

-Or just simple maintenance.

-Well, the only problem is we
can't afford that right now.

-I'd work for free.

Just let me stay in the
tool shed to the back,

and, uh, I promise I
won't bother you guys.

-I don't see why that
would b ea problem.

We could use the
help around here.

-If it's OK with you and
your husband, of course.

-Done.

I'll talk to him.

I'm not gonna ask any
questions until you're ready,

but eventually, I will
want to know what you were

doing wandering
around out there.

And the only reason why
I ask is because there's

nothing out here
but this old cabin.

-Better move into the tool shed
before your husband wakes up.

-Right this way.

-Jeez.

Oh, you scared me.

-Sorry.

I didn't mean to.

So, I've talked to our guest.

-And?

-And he has only one request.

-You didn't offer
him money, did do?

-No.

Actually, what he
offered isn't that bad.

He wants to live
in the tool shed

and do work around the house.

-Why would he want to do that?

-I don't know, but I said
it wouldn't be a problem.

-So how long is
he gonna stay for?

-I don't know.

-Well, at least we don't
have to pay him off.

-Come on.

We could use the help.

-OK.

But only until the
end of the month,

and you have to tell him.

-I will.

-Feeling better?

-As good as expected.

-That's good.

Hey, my name's Mark.

-Anthony.

-Nice to meet you.

Uh, hey, I'm late for a meeting,
so maybe we can talk later?

-Sure.

-All right.

Hey, thanks for the help.

-Not a problem.

[DOOR OPENING]

-Honey?

Are you there?

I'm in the kitchen.

Mark?

Anthony?

Mark?

Anthony?

[PHONE RINGING]

-Anthony!

Anthony!

[SOBBING]

-It's OK.

It's OK.

-[SOBBING]

I thought you were at the door.

I-- I swear I
locked it. [SOBBING]

And then I go back,
and the door was open.

What's going on here?

-I'll make some tea.

It'll make you feel better, OK?

-Thank you.

When I was small, I
used to see things

that most people couldn't.

I used to see children playing
in my backyard all the time.

They looked so happy playing.

No one else could see them.

-You sure of what you saw?

-Absolutely.

I saw them every day.

I'd wake up and I'd
want to play with them.

When I asked my
mom about them, she

said there were no children.

But these kids used to play
in our backyard every day

at the same time.

-And nobody else could see them?

-Apparently not.

I did ask our neighbor.

This old man who
lived by himself.

He knew about the children.

He said that long before
our house was built,

there was a grade
school that burned down

in the exact same place, killing
all the children and teachers.

He said no one escaped.

And then he showed me the
newspapers with the headlines.

-You remember all this
from your childhood?

-Like it was yesterday.

I could see these children
playing, but no one else could.

Our house was built on
a graveyard of children.

I never told anyone that.

-Why?

-Because I didn't want
anyone to think I was crazy.

-I don't think you're crazy,
but I think you have a gift.

-Well, I wish I didn't.

It scares me sometimes.

Our first night
here, I was asleep

and heard the phone ringing.

And it turns out we hadn't
even installed the line yet.

Someone is trying to get a
hold of me in this cabin.

It's a man.

Something happened here.

-What do you see?

-I can't see much,
but it's blurry.

It comes and goes.

-Helen, you've gotta help me.

Please tell me what you see.

-You lived here, didn't you?

-I'll be in the
tool shed cleaning.

-Anthony, it's OK.

[RADIO SOUNDS]

-Mark.

Mark.

Mark!

-What?

-There's someone in the kitchen.

-Oh, honey, just
go back to sleep.

You're just having a nightmare.

-Mark, please.

-What?

-Go check.

-Stay here.

-Now do you believe me?

I wasn't dreaming.

-I saw something.

I heard something.

But--

-There's someone
in here besides us.

-Honey, there are
no ghosts here.

Maybe it was Anthony.

Maybe he was watching TV and
then he decided he was tired

and went back to
sleep, all right?

I'm sure there's some
logical explanation for this.

Just go back to bed.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-[MOANING]

-[SCREAMING]

-Fuck.

-Stop!

Get off me!

Leave me alone!

-Who are you?

What are you doing
on my property?

Talk to me, or I'll fucking--

-Hey, come on!

-I'll beat it out of you!

-I know this son of a bitch!

-Stop it, you'll kill him!

-I should've killed you
when I had the chance.

-I know where the rest
of the remains are.

-Where are they?

-I didn't mean for
this to happen.

-Where are they?

What did you monsters
do with them?

-Let's take him
to the tool shed.

-What are you gonna do with him?

-I don't know.

-Don't do anything
you might regret.

-I've been waiting for this.

-What's going on in here?

Who's this?

Mark, what's going on?

-Helen, you were right.

Somebody died.

Anthony used to live
here with his lover,

and he was brutally murdered.

-Well, what are you
planning on doing with him?

-He's gonna show us where
they hid Adam's body.

-The police closed the case
because of lack of evidence,

but they couldn't find a body,
so they couldn't charge anyone.

-That's why you're
here, isn't it?

That's why you insisted on
working around the cabin?

Anthony, I'm so sorry.

I can't imagine what these
months have been for you.

-We're gonna help you out.

Somebody's gonna tell
us where the body is.

And we're gonna help you
give him a proper burial.

-I'm sorry.

-I'll give you
and Adam a moment.

Helen and I will be in the car.

-So are you guys sure
you want to do this?

-We're sure.

This cabin has been in your
family for generations.

We want to continue
that tradition.

Please, stay as
long as you like.

-And you?

-We'll visit every
once in a while.

-Where are you gonna go?

-Back to the city.

We have a place there.

-I think we've had
enough of the country.

For now.

-This is the house
of Adam and Anthony.

[MUSIC PLAYING]