Haunts (1976) - full transcript

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-You haven't touched
any of those beans.

You've just been eating
your bread and jelly.

-Do you want two?

-No, one's fine.

-I didn't get any.

-You didn't get any?

-Here.

-Have a biscuit, Eddie.

-Come on, Eddie.

Let's have just a
little bit more beans.



-I want more jelly.

-Where's your please, Eddie?

-Please.

-Did you finish the jar?

-Bridgette, go out to the
pantry and get some more jelly?

-Bridgette, please.

-Why do I have to do everything?

Eddie's finished, let him go.

-If you're going to argue about
it, I'll go get it myself.

-Just because he's the baby.

-Bridgette.

-OK, OK.

Boy, I'm a slave around here.

-Oh, I forgot.



-Bridget.

-What?

-Get some plum preserves too.

-OK, OK.

[SCREAMING]

-What's the matter, [? baby ?]?

[PHONE RINGING]

[BABY CRYING]

-Hello?

It's for dad, mom.

-Call back after 9:00.

-She says it's an emergency.

-How about that, huh?

-It's little Lucille
Bricker, what's left of her.

-Oh my God.

-Helman, get her out of here.

-OK,OK come on everybody, let's
get this show on the road.

Come on, boys.

Let's go.

-Murder?

-Would you please leave?

There's nothing you can
do do help around here.

Let them through.

-Helman, who did it?

-Back off, will you?

Come on, folks.

-Think he raped her, Doc?

-Yeah, it looks like it.

We'll know better
after the autopsy.

-I've never seen
anything like it.

-Yeah.

Well, I'll be at the
hospital if you need me.

-Right.

-Come on, Dale.

Move them out a little.

-Sheriff, got a moment?

-You'd better put that away.

Here.

-Some business, huh Doc?

-Yeah.

-You going to say something?

-It'll keep.

[ROOSTER CROWS]

-Come on.

That's good.

OK, take it easy.

No kicking, now.

That's a good girl.

That's a good girl.

Having a good breakfast?

[GATE SLAMS]

-Carl?

Is that you, Uncle Carl?

Uncle Carl?

-Yeah.

-Was that you in the pantry?

-No.

Uncle Carl?

-You know what?

Sheriff's deputy said they
found her hair in an old tin.

They found one arm
clear down by the lake.

-Where have you been?

I sent you out
over two hours ago.

SHOPPER: Be back tomorrow
for them tomatoes.

-I had a flat tire.

-Flat tire?

You expect me to believe that?

Every other day you
get a flat tire.

-Do you want to get paid?

-Oh right on, yes.

-Everything's so
expensive these days.

-Hi, Ingrid.

-Hi.

-Sheriff's says it's a maniac.

McPherson's been trying
to organize the men

but the sheriff says no,
there's too many men with guns.

If you ask me, I--

-No one's asking you now.

Well, I think shootin's too
good for a creature like that.

Cut him up, just like he did
that poor little Lucille.

That's what I'd do.

-Len.

-What can I do for you ladies?

-I don't think I could
eat meat for a week.

-How about some guts?

-That's disgusting.

-It's delicious.

You've just got to
know how to prepare.

Maybe I can come up and
give you a lesson sometimes.

-Anytime, honey.

You know where I live.

-How about you, Miss Swenson?

You going to join in the fun?

INGRID: Oh no, not again.

-Hello, Ingrid.

-Oh, Sheriff Peterson.

You scared me half to death.

-I'm sorry if I
frightened you, but I--

I've been checking the farms
in the area to make sure

that everybody
keeps their windows

closed and their doors locked.

-Yes, I heard about all
the terrible goings on.

Would you like to come in?

-Yes, thank you.

Yeah.

INGRID: How about
some coffee, Sheriff?

SHERIFF PETERSON: No thanks.

You-- you got anything else?

INGRID: Milk?

SHERIFF PETERSON: OK, milk.

You're some housekeeper, Ingrid.

The floors are so clean you
could eat right off them.

You'll make some guy
a really nice wife.

-Would you like a sandwich?

-No, I'll just have
this and be on my way.

Very good, Ingrid.

-Sheriff?

And idea who it is?

-Not yet.

All we found at
the Olson apartment

was a pair of scissors.

-Oh?

-I'm going to talk
to Gordon for now.

Have you noticed
anything unusual around?

-Unusual?

-Yeah, you know what I mean.

Someone hanging around.

Strangers, hitch hikers, anybody
that has no business up here.

-No, nobody comes up here.

Nobody at all, except for--

-That's enough.

You were saying?

-What?

-I asked if anybody had
been hanging around,

-No, no one.

-Except?

-Oh, except-- except for
when my old car breaks down

and I can't get my groceries.

Sometimes that boy from Mr.
Louis's brings me my orders.

-Frankie?

-Yes.

-Hm.

Anybody else?

-No, nobody else.

-Ingrid, there's a maniac
loose out there and times

like these we-- we ought to
keep an eye out for one another.

You know what I mean?

-Yes.

-You see anybody suspicious,
notice anything out

of the ordinary,
give a holler, huh?

-I will, Sheriff.

-You be careful now.

-I will.

Bye, Sheriff.

Now where the devil
are those scissors?

(SINGING) Faith of my
fathers, protect me from evil.

Guard me from Satan's deception.

An when I wander,
stray from your glory,

show me the light from
your home in the sky.

Father I long to
go all around it,

father I long to understand why.

Cheer up, my children.

Walk in the sunshine.

We'll understand in [INAUDIBLE].

-Off.

Good, really good.

And it's thanks to the
gentleman's section,

we have a new addition to
our choir, Mr. Bill Spry.

And he doesn't sing off
key like some of us do,

does he everybody?

OK, remember next week we've
got prayer meeting after choir

practice, so see you've
got to be on time.

OK?

Goodnight.

Everybody.

-Goodnight and thank you.

-Thank you.

-Ingrid?

I'd like you to meet a
heck of a nice fellow.

He's single too.

-Hello, Ingrid.

-Hello.

-Why don't you both join
Sally and me for a drink?

-Would that be OK with you?

-No, thank you.

Uh, I'm sorry.

It's getting late,
and I don't drink.

SALLY: Howard?

-Oh, gotta go.

War department's calling.

BILL: OK, Howard.

This is nice church
you have here.

Um, look, we could just talk
over a Coke or something.

I--

-No thanks.

I already promised somebody.

Margaret?

Margaret?

My car broke down.

I don't dare to walk alone.

-Oh, well maybe we can get
someone to take us home.

-No, no.

Let's not.

It's not very far.

I don't mind if
we walk together.

-OK, I'll get my umbrella.

-Excuse me, do you
live near here?

-No.

Excuse me.

-Margaret, come on.

MARGARET: (SINGING) Open
our hearts to your sweet--

what's so funny?

INGRID: You are.

MARGARET: Oh, that's good.

Because I was doing
it on purpose.

Not like my substitute.

Ugh, you ought to hear her play.

INGRID: Why?

Does she play like you sing?

MARGARET: What do
you mean by that?

You know, some time I
want to sing in the opera.

(SINGING) Cheer up my children.

Walk in the sunlight.

You'll understand it.

[CAR ENGINE REVS]

MARGARET: Hey, that's Frankie.

Hi.

INGRID: Margaret, please.

MARGARET: Maybe
he'll take us home.

INGRID: Margaret.

MARGARET: Hi, Frankie.

FRANKIE: Hey, what
have we got here?

What are you ladies
doing out here tonight?

INGRID: That's none
of your business.

-There's a murderer around here.

Haven't you heard?

Come on in here and I'll
protect you from the Boogeyman.

Maybe we can do some
boogying ourselves.

MARGARET: It's
better than walking.

-You go if you want to.

MARGARET: Aw, come on, Ingrid.

-No thanks.

Some other time.

-OK.

Hey, Ingrid.

Wait up.

It's only a ride.

-That's what you think.

-Aw, come on, Ingrid.

Don't you ever have any fun?

-Oh, he's disgusting.

The way he looks at me
through those beady eyes,

he makes me feel dirty all over.

I don't trust him.

-Funny how what's been
happening can change everything.

-It's not funny
at all, Margaret.

Lucille was raped
and slaughtered.

-See that's what I mean.

You go around
suspecting everybody.

-Well, how can you help it
knowing there's a maniac out

there just waiting
to jump on you.

Lucky Uncle Carl is with me.

MARGARET: Oh I didn't
know he was in town.

That's good.

See, you won't be alone then.

How long's your
uncle staying for?

INGRID: Oh, he just
came a few days ago.

A while, I hope.

But with him you never know.

MARGARET: Oh.

Does he talk funny too?

INGRID: No, he was
born in America.

And I don't talk funny.

-You sound funny to me.

-Well you sound funny to me.

-Hey, what's he like?

-Oh he keeps to himself a lot.

-I'd like to meet him.

-I don't think you would.

-Why?

What is he, the
boogeyman or something?

MARGARET'S MOM: Margaret?
MARGARET: Yeah, mom.

MARGARET'S MOM: Is that you?

MARGARET: Uh-huh.

MARGARET'S MOM:
Who's that with you?

MARGARET: Ingrid.

MARGARET'S MOM: Oh, well come
on in now and lock up after you.

MARGARET: OK.

You want to come in for a while?

INGRID: No, I have a
lot to do tomorrow.

MARGARET: OK, goodnight.

INGRID: Goodnight.

[SCREAMING]

-Uncle Carl.

Uncle Carl, where are you?

Uncle Carl.

Uncle Carl, please answer me.

Uncle Carl, Uncle Carl.

Uncle Carl.

-What's the matter child.

-Oh, Uncle.

I'm so glad you're home.

-Ingrid, you're trembling.

What is it?

-Somebody's out there.

He chased me.

He tried to kill me.

-Who tried to kill you?
-I don't know.

I couldn't see.

It was too dark.

-Calm yourself.

It must be your imagination.

It was probably only
a rabbit or a deer.

INGRID: No, it wasn't.

It was a man.

Where are you going?

-To town.

-But you can't.

-Ingrid, please.

You get a good night's rest.

You tell me all
about it tomorrow.

-Please don't go.

No.

I won't let you go.

You can't leave me alone.

You don't understand.

You can't go out there.

The killer.

If anything happened to you,
I don't know what I'll do.

-Ingrid, stop it.

You have nothing to worry about.

You're talking nonsense.

There's nothing to
worry about, nothing.

-But there is.

-Ingrid, do we have to
go through this again?

-You think I made it all up?

-I think you need some rest.

-Operator?

Sheriff Peterson.

[GAGGING]

MRS. PETERSON: It's another
one of them calls, honey.

Should I ask her to call back?

-Yeah?

-Sheriff this is Ingrid.

-Who?

-Ingrid Swenson.

That maniac?

I mean, I didn't
exactly see him.

MRS. PETERSON: Here honey, OK?

-He attacked me.

SHERIFF PETERSON: You all right?

-Yes, I'm OK.

I'm home now.

I got away.

-Uh, did you lock
all your doors?

-No, I'll do that right now.

SHERIFF PETERSON: Do that.

I'll be by tomorrow at--

[SCREAMING]

-Any of you creeps
got a quarter?

-Wait a minute.

I'm just trying to help.

-I don't mind if you do.

Thanks.

Not many gentleman
in this crummy hall.

Where you from?

-I'm from Baltimore originally.

-Hey, To-- hey, Tony.

This guy's from
Baltimore originally.

TONY: All right, now.

-Where are you from now?

-Well right now I guess
I'm from around here.

-You know, nobody in
this joint can dance.

That's why I get a little rusty.

What do you think?

-Of what?

Oh, oh, I thought
you were very good.

Really, you were very good.

-You mean it?

-Yes, I do.

-Fact.

Whoops.

Baltimore originally,
let's dance.

-I'm sorry, miss.

I don't dance.

-Aw, Toby Mill.

Oh come on, I could teach you.

All you've got to do
is wiggle a little bit.

Right down here.

-No, I said no.

OK?

-You're ticklish aren't you?

-I said no.

-OK.

OK.

Lots of things in life
besides dancing, right Tony?

TONY: Right, Nel.

-Do you want to buy me a drink?

-I'm sorry, I've got to go.

-What's the matter?

Come on, Baltimore.

I thought you were a gentleman.

Don't you like girls?

-Don't you think you've
had about enough?

-What the hell kind
of crack is that?

-What's the matter, miss?

-It's all right.

I'm just giving her a
little friendly advice.

-Advice?

My ass.

Who the hell do
you think you are?

My father?

Dumb creep.

You've got no class
leading me on like that.

Go back to Baltimore,
you dumb creep.

-You ready for another?

-No.

Maybe just a little one.

-Maybe two little ones?

-Three little ones.

Or four little ones?

-Frankie Jamison, this is
the second time this week

you've kept me waiting.

I swear to God, five more
minutes and I was going home.

I mean for good.

-Dangit, woman.

Don't you start bugging me now.

I've got a headache,
I'm tired, and I'm

not going to deal
with it tonight.

-Well, I'm tired too.

For God sakes, Frankie, I was
out there over a half an hour.

-Look, I've got to work.

And sometimes I've
got to work late.

And when I do, don't you
get uptight about it.

-Well, it's just when I'm out
there I start thinking things.

-Like what?

-Well like maybe you didn't mean
those things you said about us.

My God, what happened to you?

-I-- I had an
accident at the store.

-Accident?

What kind of accident?

-An accident.

I don't want to talk about it.

Let's don't, all right?

-That's bull.

I don't know where
you got that from.

-Loretta, you don't
know a damn thing.

Now, if you're going to
be in such a lousy mood,

why don't you go home?

-I don't want to.

Hey, I'm sorry.

I guess I'm just
the jealous type.

Here, I'll kiss it
and make it better.

-No.

-What's wrong now?

-I hate that baby talk.

-I was only trying to be nice.

-Well, why don't
you try growing up?

-That's the hundredth
time you've told me that.

Well, maybe I'm
too young for you.

Maybe you should find
yourself an older woman.

-Maybe I will.

-Maybe you should
go straight to Hell.

I never want to see you
again as long as I live.

-What time is it?

-Midnight.

-Creep never even showed up.

-Who you waiting
for, Steve McQueen?

-Shut up.

You've got no class, Tony.

I'm leaving.

TONY: Goodnight now.

Take it easy, huh?

-Goodnight, Tony.

You know, Tony?

You've got about
this much class.

And I like you.

-I like you too, Nell.

-(ANGRILY) Dumb creep!

-[WHISTLING] OK, OK, I'm coming.

This is no restaurant, you know.

Chickens first.

[WHISTLING]

Oh, stop that noise.

I'm coming.

I'm coming.

OK, OK.

My goodness.

With all that
noise, you'd think I

would be starving
you to-- [GASPS]

[SCREAMING]

-Did you pick up everything?

-Yes, sir.

-Good.

Melvin.

-Yes, sir.

-Take these scissors
to the lab, will you?

And this time, be sure you
don't get your fingers on them.

-Yes, sir.

Right sir.

No problem, sir.

-Helman, show some respect.

-Yes, sir.

-My God, it's like
a butcher's shop.

-Did you give Ingrid anything?

-I already tried to,
but nothing doing.

-Well, maybe she knows best.

You know, if I'd
listened to her,

maybe Nell would still be alive.

-What do you mean?

-Keep this under your hat, doc.

But Ingrid called me
last night and told me

she was being chased by a man.

Doc, everyone in this
town has been calling me.

My phone never stops ringing.

Everyone thinks
they're being chased,

followed, going to be raped.

I'd need an army to get
all those calls answered.

-So you thought it was
just another scared woman

imagining things.

-Wouldn't you?

-Anybody else, maybe.

But not Ingrid.

No, she's too down to earth.

-Doc, you got any
more of those pills

you gave me the other night?

-I think you'd better plan
on seeing me at the office.

-All right.

-Doc, Sheriff, please sit down.

-I've got to go file
the death certificate.

Are you sure I can't
give you anything?

-No thank you, Doc.

The Lord will heal
me in his time.

-Yes.

Well, you call me if
you need anything.

-Ingrid, I-- I want to
apologize for not coming

over last night
after you called.

-Sheriff this had
nothing to do with you.

The Lord giveth and
the Lord taketh away.

Blessed be the name of the Lord.

-Yeah, well amen.

-Amen.

Goodness, look at
me sitting here.

Let me get you something.

-No, don't trouble yourself.

-No trouble at all, Sheriff.

-Ingrid, can you
think of anyone who

might have taken the scissors
from your sewing basket?

-No, no one.

-Are you sure?

-Yes.

Please sit down, Sheriff?

I'll get some clean fruit.

-No, no, never mind.

I've got to go.

-I'm sorry I can't
be of any more help.

-I'm sorry too.

You look like you
need some rest.

I'll have Mr. Lewis and Frankie
up to help you with the chores.

-No, I don't want
that boy up here.

I'm fine, really.

-Whatever you say.

Ingrid, did you go
to church yesterday?

-Yes, to choir practice.

Why?

-Did you happen to meet a fellow
there by the name of Spry?

-Yes, I did meet somebody.

That sounds like
it could be him.

Do you think he did it?

-I don't know.

You take care of yourself.

If you need me for
anything, just call

and I'll be right over.

-All right.

(SINGING) Father I want
to know all about it.

Father I want to understand why.

-Ingrid, Ingrid, wait.

Ingrid, Ingrid,
please let me in.

Please, I can explain.

Ingrid.

-Yes, yes, you're
absolutely right.

Too much attention to the
dead, not enough to the living.

That's the trouble
with this world today.

OK, OK.

[GASPS]

[SCREAMS]

[CRIES OUT]

Please, no.

No.

No.

[SCREAMING]

UNCLE CARL: Ingrid, are you OK?

-Yes, I'm OK.

UNCLE CARL: You're not still
mad at me, are you love?

-No, Uncle.

I'm not mad.

-Don't you worry about a thing.

I'll take good care of you.

That's why I'm
here for, you know.

Sleep tight now, love.

I'll see you in the morning.

-Not a word to anybody.

If you do, I'll be back.

And the next time, I'm
not going to be so gentle.

[CRYING]

FATHER MARX: How can I
absolve you from your sin

if you don't tell me what it is?

-God knows it wasn't
my fault, Father Marx.

God knows.

FATHER MARX: God knows
everything, Ingrid.

But if I am to help
you, I too must know.

Child, silence will
keep the dark cloud

of sin hanging over you.

You don't want to be kept
out of the kingdom of Heaven.

-No.

-Go on.

Speak.

-I feel so dirty.

-Yes, yes.

Confess your sins and
beg God's repentance.

-Pray for me, father.

-Let us pray together.

You are riddled with sin, child.

Open your heart.

Show all the filth
and blackness inside.

Pray to him.

He alone has the power
to purify and absolve.

To wash you clean with the
blood of his only begotten son.

Say you, Christ will save me.

-Christ will save me.

-The blood of the
lamb will purify me

and make me clean
before the Lord.

-The blood of the
lamb will purify me

and make me clean
before the Lord.

FATHER MARX: Wait for
me in the rectory.

Continue to pray, child.

Continue to pray.

Stay as long as you like.

-I didn't mean to
do her any harm.

You've got to believe me.

-She's a Christian child.

You forced her to become
a victim of your lust.

Know what you must do?

Go to the Sheriff
and speak to him.

-I can't do that.

-There's no other way.

-Yeah, Father.

[RUSTLING IN BUSHES]

[SCREAMS]

-Who is out there?

Mrs. Ingals, please.

[SCREAMS]

[CRYING]

-Oh my God.

NURSE (ON PA SYSTEM): Doctor
Mollard, telephone please.

Doctor Mollard, telephone.

-Hello.

Where's Ingrid?

-She's in room 112.

-How is she, Doc?

How's it possible?

-I don't know.

It just doesn't seem to add up.

-Maybe he just
didn't have a chance

to give her the full treatment.

How bad is she?

-I've got her under sedation
now, but she'll be OK.

-When will I be
able to talk to her?

-Well, she says her uncle
can take care of her,

so I'll send her
home in the morning.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Maybe you can find
something in here,

earth particles we found
under her fingernails.

-Sheriff Sheriff, could I
talk to you for just a moment?

-Father Marx.

If it's something that will
keep I'd just as well--

-It would just take a moment.

-Sheriff this is very
difficult for me.

Did the young man
Frankie talk to you?

-No.

About what?

-He hasn't?

Well then, Sheriff, I guess
it's important that you know.

Your daughter Loretta.

-What about Loretta?

-She is, uh-- carrying
Frankie's baby.

Sheriff, if there's anything
you would like me to do.

-No, Father, thank you.

-Goodnight.

SHOPPER: Goodnight.

[SCREAMS]

-Hey Keith, come on out here.

[SCREAMS]

POLICEMAN: You there, stop!

You OK, Pam?

SHERIFF PETERSON: Open up.

FRANKIE: What the
hell are you doing?

You've got no right
to come into my house.

-I've got all the right.

-What the hell are you doing?

Are you crazy?

-Shut up.

-You're sick.

I swear to God, you're sick.

-You dirty little whore.

-Dad, what did you do that for?

-I'm booking him for
rape and assault.

Now you get home.

-No, Daddy.

Please no.

-You damned foot.

Do you know what could
have happened to you?

You could end up with your
throat cut, that's what.

-You're crazy, Sheriff.

There's no way I'm
going to hurt Loretta.

-Dad--

-You shut up.

Where did you go after
work the other night?

-I went for-- I went for a ride.

-You're a damn liar.

-With Loretta.

-It's the truth, dad.

Honest.

-You keep out of this, you year?

[PHONE RINGS]

-Hello?

KEITH (ON PHONE): Sheriff?

You there with Frankie?

-Of course I'm here with him.

Where the Hell do
you think I am?

-Better not book him yet.

-Why not?

KEITH (ON PHONE):
We got the killer

cornered down at the
sawmill right now.

-Are you sure?

KEITH (ON PHONE):
Lester saw him.

He nearly got him.

-Frankie, we better tell him.

-No.

Just let me handle it.

POLICEMAN (ON PHONE):
Might be some fireworks.

-I'll be right over.

Get in the car.

-No.

-I said get in the car.

-Really tough, aren't you?

-Stay away from her.

POLICEMAN: Hey, there he goes.

-Freeze!

REPORTER: Can we be absolutely
certain that this was the man?

-Oh, absolutely.

-But who is this man?

Where did he come from?

-We just got verification
from Rockfield State Prison

that he was a
psychopathic killer.

He's been wanted
for quite a while.

-So as far as you're concerned
then, Sheriff, this case

is closed?

-That's what I think.

-Thank you.

-Thanks very much,
Sheriff Peterson.

REPORTER (ON
TELEVISION): Thanks, Bob.

Well folks, it looks like
the long nightmare is over.

Here in our newsroom, we have
discovered that Bill Spry came

to the area approximately
three weeks ago.

He has been working
as a handyman.

To his neighbors,
Bill Spry appeared

to be a quiet, good
natured, decent young man.

Whatever madness caused
him to rape and murder,

we'll never know.

-Oh no.

Dear.

REPORTER (ON TELEVISION):
The one thing

that we can be grateful for,
Bill Spry will not be searching

for innocent
victims in this town

tonight or any other night.

-They're making a
terrible mistake.

REPORTER (ON TELEVISION):
Now to the weather.

Oh, sorry folks.

I don't care where
you're going--

-Loretta, I've got
to talk to your dad.

Is he home?

-No, he ain't.

-Please, it's
terribly important.

Where can I find him?

-What do you want him for?

You want to tell him
more lies about Frankie?

-No I mean, I never
lied in my life.

-Oh come off it.

Who do you think
you're kidding with all

that prim and proper stuff?

You've got the
dirtiest mind in town.

All those lies you've been
spreading about Frankie.

You're just jealous
because you can't have him.

Look at you.

You're nobody, nothing.

You're old enough
to be his mother.

-Oh, I'm sorry.

I--

-Just get out of here
and leave us alone.

-Truth.

I've got to find truth.

There, that's it.

They can just match
the fingerprints

on-- on the buttons.

I'll show them.

Uncle Carl.

Uncle Carl.

Now they'll have to believe me.

I've got proof.

FRANKIE: [LAUGHTER].

Proof?

Proof, Ingrid?

What kind of proof?

-Mm.

Mmm.

-Is this your proof, Ingrid.

-No.

-Shut up.

-Mm.

Mm.

[GRUNTING]

[GRUNTING]

[SCREAMS]

[GROANS]

-Ingrid.

Ingrid.

Ingrid!

-Uncle Carl.

-It's all right now.

Everything is all right now.

INGRID: [CRYING] I've
got to call the Sheriff.

-No.

Why be foolish?

-But the Sheriff has to know.

Frank is the one.

-Why?

The Sheriff didn't
believe you before.

Why should he believe you now?

You're the only one
who can be harmed.

-What do you mean?

-You killed Frankie?

-I didn't mean--

-People only believe
what they see.

The Sheriff sees the
body, he'll punish you.

-What shall I do?

-Leave everything to Uncle Carl.

-[GASPS] Out.

-Ingrid, wait.

Ingrid, don't go.

Please.

They can't understand.

There's just you and me.

There's no one else.

Ingrid.

Ingrid.

They'll never believe you.

Come back, please.

You need me.

You need me.

-But how can you be sure
he was going to kill you?

-I just told you.

He raped me.

-Ingrid, where's Frankie now?

-I-- I--

-The truth, Ingrid.

-Uncle Carl buried him.

But he only did
it to protect me.

You won't hurt him, will you?

-No, no.

No, no.

We won't hurt hum.

-Ingrid, are you afraid
he might hurt you?

-No, he wouldn't hurt me.

I'm all he's got.

He needs me.

We're very close, but not
in a dirty way, of course.

-You mean, he wouldn't rape you?

-No.

Sometimes he scares me half
to death with the crazy things

he does, but he
wouldn't do that.

-What kind of crazy things?

-I don't know if I can
tell you everything.

-Then just tell us
as much as you can.

-Well, sometimes-- sometimes he
disappears for the longest time

and he doesn't tell
me where he's going.

He uh-- he doesn't want
to worry me though,

and he always comes back.

I-- dear Lord-- I
told you, he loves me.

He loves me.

He loves me.

He loves me.

LESTER: Hey Keith, they
find her uncle yet?

KEITH: No, the Sheriff issued
an all points for him though.

Hey come on Lester, let's
that damn grave and go home.

I don't want to be
out here all night.

You go check over
there by the barn.

I'm going this way.

-Ingrid, do you have any
idea where the body is?

-I couldn't see.

KEITH: Sheriff?

-Excuse me, Ingrid.

KEITH: [MUMBLING]

-Ingrid, it's too dark for
them to see anything out there.

They'll have to come
back in the morning.

(WHISPERING) Tell Lester to
be here bright and early.

I'd better stick
around here tonight.

Thanks, Keith.

-Sheriff-- the last
thing Uncle Carl said

was that you
wouldn't believe me.

Do you believe me?

-I really don't know
what to believe.

-I s

-Don't worry, Ingrid.

If there's anything you
need, I'll be right here.

[HORN HONKING]

[ROOSTER CROWING]

[HORN HONKING]

-You make enough noise
to wake up the dead.

-You said bright
and early, Sheriff.

-OK, OK.

-Look, drive around the back.

If you find anything,
give a yell.

-Yes, s-- oh.

Sheriff, what do you
think it looks like?

-What?

-The grave.

-How the hell should I know?

A grave's a grave.

Use your head.

And Helman, Helman,
take it easy, will you?

The lady's still asleep.

-Right.

Right, Sheriff.

-Sheriff, hey Sheriff.

Come here quick.

Take a look at this.

It's her goat.

-Oh geez.

Oh geez.

FATHER MARX: Oh Lord,
we entrust to you

the soul of our dearly
departed sister.

We pray that you will gather her
up in loving mercy so that she

may find everlasting
peace in the bosom

of our lord, Jesus Christ.

May the agony of her
death atone for her sins.

Her suffering in this veil of
tears and madness is at an end.

Praise the Lord.

ONLOOKERS: Amen

-Goodbye, dear Ingrid.

We will meet again
when we are all

united on that distant shore
to which we are all bound.

For dust we are, and to
dust we shall return.

ONLOOKERS: Amen.

-You're Carl Anderson,
Ingrid's uncle, aren't you?

-Sheriff Peterson.

I got here as soon as I could.

Could we talk?

-Certainly.

UNCLE CARL: I appreciate
your calling me, Sheriff.

How'd you locate me?

SHERIFF PETERSON: We found your
number on Ingrid's night table.

How was your trip?

UNCLE CARL: I almost
didn't make it.

The New York airports
were all fogged in.

I was lucky to get a flight
out of New Hampshire.

It's a terrible shock, Sheriff.

A terrible shock.

SHERIFF PETERSON: It's a
damn shame, Mr. Anderson.

I'm really sorry
about your niece.

-Sheriff, could you tell
me exactly what happened?

-We're still trying
to figure it out.

She always seemed
so-- so level headed.

All of a sudden she comes
out with these wild stories

about being raped.

-Wild stories?

What do you mean wild stories?

-Well, Mr. Anderson.

Your niece Ingrid,
she died a virgin.

-A virgin?

-Yeah.

The doctor confirmed it twice.

First when she claimed
she got raped but Frankie,

and then again at the autopsy.

-Then you mean she
made up everything?

The attacker,
Frankie, everything?

-No, no, no, she was
attacked all right.

She managed to get away.

The way I figure
it, that's when she

started loosening
her bolts, you know?

Then when she found Nel
right in her own backyard,

she completely flipped.

You OK, Mr. Anderson?

-Yes, yes, thank you.

Tell me about-- what
about this Frankie?

-He never l hand on her.

UNCLE CARL: Never?

-Never.

We found that out
later, of course.

We analyzed the particles
under her fingernails

and it was her own hair, he
own flesh, her own blood.

-You mean-- you mean she
did all that to herself?

-Yeah.

-Oh my God.

-I'm sorry, Mr. Anderson.

Those are the facts.

-Oh my God.

My God.

-If only Esther had lived.

-Esther?

Who's that?

-My sister, Ingrid's mother.

She also committed suicide.

SHERIFF PETERSON: Well
how old was Ingrid then?

-She was uh-- five.

Her parents both
died the same week.

-My God, both?

-Her father's death
was-- was an accident.

SHERIFF PETERSON:
We're they very close?

-No, she hated-- she hated him.

My sister hated him.

She was beautiful,
and tender, and kind.

He never truly appreciated her.

SHERIFF PETERSON: I
meant, were Ingrid

and her father very close?

-What?

-Ingrid and her father.

-No, no, he was--
he was rarely home.

-I see.

And her mother?

And her mother?

-Uh-- close.

Very close.

Very close.

I don't think we
ever got over it.

-Mr. Anderson, when was the last
time you visited with Ingrid?

-I never did.

Why?

-You never did?

-Never.

-The way she talked,
you were with her

up until the last minute.

-Well, she often
asked me to visit her

at the orphanage and
later at the house.

SHERIFF PETERSON: Orphanage?

-Yes.

After my sister--
after her parents died,

Ingrid spent 13 years at
the-- that European orphanage

up the coast.

-Hm.

UNCLE CARL: Well, I-- I did
write her from time to time.

I sent her money every
couple of months.

-Looks like she
needed more than that.

I just wish there was
something we could have done.

-Nothing anybody could've done.

The Lord giveth, the
Lord taketh away.

Blessed be the name of the Lord.

-Yeah, well amen.

SHERIFF PETERSON: So
long, Mr. Anderson.

Good luck to you.

UNCLE CARL: Bye Sheriff.

Thank you for everything.