Spirit (2001) - full transcript
When Kelly and her father move to New Orleans after the death of her mother, strange things start happening in their new home. Kelly is convinced that the house is haunted by a ghost who needs her help. Her father does not believe her, so she enlists her friend Cole to help discover the truth.
(dramatic music)
(child giggling softly)
(rain pattering)
(soft music)
(thunder cracking)
(car horn blares)
(tires screech)
(cars crash)
(solemn music)
(birds chirping)
- We're all here for ya.
- You bet, any time, any place.
And hey, if you need a pinch
hitter in the mom department
you can always
borrow one of mine.
Hey.
- Smooth, Bridges.
- [Bridges] What'd I say?
- [Friend] Well, go talk
about sports or something.
- I'm not so sure.
Figure it out on
Monday or something.
- [Friend] So if you wanna
ditch school for a few days
I'll cover your classes.
- [Friend] And my dad said
we can hang at the cabin
if you wanna get away.
- Um, I'll just, uh,
figure it out, you know?
- [Friend] Man, your
dad looks a wreck.
(smoke alarm blares)
(spirit whispers)
(Jesse sniffs)
- I don't smell anything.
Watch out, honey, watch out.
(grunts)
(smoke alarm
continues in distance)
(sniffs)
- Ah.
- What is goin' on here?
Ow, watch out.
Gotta be a short of some kind.
Ah, geez.
(smoke alarm
continues in distance)
Hey, honey, will you give
me some room here, please?
(mysterious music)
Come on honey, come on.
Ah, geez.
(smoke alarm
continues in distance)
(dog barks in distance)
Oh, God.
- It's Mom.
- Kelly.
Listen.
I know how hard this
has been on you.
It's been really
hard on me, too.
- It wasn't supposed to be her.
It wasn't her time.
It's because of me.
- What?
No.
No, now you listen
to me, look at me.
Look at me, listen to me.
You gotta believe this, okay?
This is not your fault.
- [Kelly] It's a sign.
(birds chirping)
- [Onlooker] Hey,
check this out.
Right over there.
(church bell tolling)
- [Jacob] Hey!
- [Kelly] Mom was the one with
the thing for New Orleans.
(car horn blares)
This house isn't you.
- Yeah, I know,
sweetheart, I know.
I've always been a
steel angle, you know,
glass everywhere kinda guy,
but when I saw that house,
somethin' about it, you
know, it just drew me.
Couldn't get it outta my head.
You are gonna love New Orleans.
I'm guaranteeing you that.
Now you may have to
talk a little different,
you know what I'm sayin'?
- Sure.
I don't mind being dragged along
on your career
change crisis thing.
- Yeah, you were part
of the package, sweetie.
- 2,000 miles won't
change a thing.
- It's got to, Kel.
(soft music)
(boys chattering)
- [Boy] Oh!
- [Boy] Smooth move, retard.
- [Boy] Right in the spook hole.
- [Boy] Man.
- You go get it.
- [Boy] Mm-mm.
- I ain't gettin' it.
(gate squeaks)
Forget it, we'll all go.
- Oh, hey look,
there's the ball.
- Let me, I see it,
I'm gonna get it.
- Hey!
(boy gasps)
You kids know know what happens
to kids who trespass here?
Huh?
No?
You heard of Hannibal Lechter?
Lizzie Borden?
Rasputin?
- We just want our ball.
- Just want your ball?
Get outta here.
- Get outta here!
- Go faster!
- Go, go, go!
- Move it!
Don't stop, run!
- Oh!
(spirit giggling)
(objects clanking)
(mysterious music)
(rain pattering)
(thunder cracking)
(Kelly and Marjorie laughing)
- How about a BMW convertible?
- Well we might be
able to afford one
that's 10 to 15 years old.
- Mom.
- What?
10 to 15 years is a classic.
- 10 to 15 years old
is a pile of junk.
How about a Mustang convertible?
- Now you're gettin' warmer.
Is the weather man ever right?
- No.
(upbeat music)
- Oh, good one.
(both laugh)
Turn it up.
(solemn music)
(rain pattering)
(siren wailing in distance)
(TV chattering indistinctly)
(soft music)
(Jacob grunting)
- Come on, take me.
(mysterious music)
(objects crashing)
(glass shattering)
(grunting)
(eerie music)
(objects crashing)
(TV chattering indistinctly)
(breathing heavily)
(mysterious music)
(birds chirping)
- Well, so much for
truth in advertising.
- I like it.
(gate squeaks)
(door creaks)
Nice.
- [Jesse] Looks like
somebody's been here before us.
- [Kelly] It's a
mess up here, too.
- [Jesse] They hit every room.
(mysterious music)
- [Kelly] My room's fine.
Kelly, get down here!
I'm gonna call the police.
(soft music)
(police radio chattering)
But I can't really tell
if anything's been taken.
Obviously I'm not gonna know
that till I get this place--
- Yeah.
- Unpacked and cleaned up.
- You let us know if
your find otherwise.
- Yeah.
- You know, I always wondered
what this place was like inside.
- Oh yeah, why is that?
- Oh, you know how it is when
a house is empty too long.
Huh.
I have a pretty good idea who
your, uh, uninvited guest was,
but you might wanna change
your locks, beef up security.
- Yes, yes, I'm gonna
do that immediately.
- [Officer] It's a hell
of a welcome to town.
- [Jesse] Yeah really.
All right, well, thanks
for comin' over so quick.
- [Officer] Ah, it's no problem.
No problem at all, take care.
- All right.
- We'll be in touch.
(police radio chattering)
- Nice.
(door knocking)
- [Officer] Mrs. Barton,
is your son at home?
- [Mrs. Barton] Cole, get down
here, it's the cops, again!
(birds chirping)
- Hey, how you doin'?
How are the kiddies?
Hey, listen, I'm gonna
check in at the university,
see how many future
Supreme Court Justices
have signed up for my course.
You wanna come with me?
Maybe we'll do a
little sightseeing
on the way back home?
- No, I think I'll
just stay here
and get these guys settled.
The trip was hard on them.
- All right.
Hey, maybe we can catch
a little bite later.
Go to one of these
local restaurants,
get you hooked on some
Louisiana oysters.
- Sure.
- Okay.
I'll see you later.
- Okay.
Keeping her pictures in a
box won't keep her away.
She's here.
- Hey, that's it, okay?
I don't wanna hear it anymore.
I'm sick and tired of this
hocus pocus voodoo garbage.
I don't wanna hear it.
- Well, then we probably
shouldn't have moved
to New Orleans, I hear
voodoo is very in here.
And Mom is here.
- Kelly, just stop it.
(sighs)
God.
(soft music)
You would have handled this
so much better than I am.
(mysterious music)
(soft music)
(spirit whispering)
(eerie music)
(whooshing)
(rain pattering)
(upbeat music)
- Come on.
(Kelly laughing)
Come on.
Stop, I can't concentrate.
Kel.
I can't concentrate, stop it.
- Mom!
(car horn blares)
(Marjorie screams)
(tires screeching)
(cars crash)
(spirit crying)
(door creaks)
(spirit whispering)
(spirit laughs)
(thunder cracks)
(rain pattering)
- Kelly, help me.
(birds chirping)
- Hey.
Hey, listen, I'm
sorry I blew up at you
like I did last night.
I mean, I, you know I
get my moods too, and uh,
you got stuck in the
middle of that one.
I'm makin' some
eggs, you want some?
- You lose somethin' in my yard?
- What are you talkin' about?
Just out here sneakin' a smoke.
- Yeah?
- [Cole] Yeah.
- You forget your cigarettes?
- Guess I'm out.
- You can have one of mine.
(Cole coughs)
- You smoke often?
- Yeah, it just isn't my brand.
(coughs)
- You're Cole.
Kelly.
So why did the cops assume
the break-in was you?
- Can't imagine.
I didn't do your house.
- Well...
You know, you've
been watching me.
I don't like it.
- It's started hasn't it?
- What do you mean?
(door creaks)
- [Mrs. Barton] Cole!
You wanted toast, you got toast!
Now get in here and eat it!
(door creaks shut)
Hey!
What do you mean, what started?
- You know.
(soft music)
- [Teacher] Chromium
was discovered
by French Chemist Louis
Nicholas Vokeilas in 1797,
and named from the Greek
word chroma meaning color.
This was an appropriate choice
because all of the compounds
of chromium are colored.
The pure metal, however,
has a silver-white color.
Although brittle,
it is quite hard.
Chromium metal is usually
extracted from chromite,
an oxide of chromium.
But as it's most
important (indistinct),
chromium oxide, now
write this down, C-R--
(students chattering)
- [Student] Yo, DJ, wait up!
(girls giggling)
(Kelly laughing)
- Like he's got a chance.
- Have you seen his butt?
- She's just into anything
with a hard pocket.
(girls laughing)
- What is so funny?
- Nothing.
- Guys?
Kel, those wouldn't
be the cookies
that I baked for my
open house, would they?
- [Kelly] No.
- You are so dead.
- [Friend] Your mom is too cool.
- Kelly.
Kelly.
Kelly.
You're Kelly O'Conner?
- Yes.
- Hi, I'm Melissa Grayson,
your guidance counselor.
Can I join you?
- Sure.
- These are from
a secret admirer,
although I suspect they're
really from the football coach.
He lives next to this
particular bakery.
So, how is your first day going?
- Okay.
- Pretty different
from California, huh?
But you've been here before.
- No.
- [Miss Grayson] Oh,
I thought your mother
was from New Orleans.
- No, why would you think that?
- She was a Prejon.
That's a very distinguished
name in this city.
- My mother was
born in California.
- [Miss Grayson] My mistake.
This is a good school, Kelly,
and I want to help you adjust.
To make the most out of
what we have to offer.
- I've already been in
therapy, Miss Grayson.
- Do you have any
special interests?
- I like animals.
They accept you
for what you are.
Excuse me, but I
have to get to class.
- Kelly.
My door is always open.
Come talk with me.
(dramatic music)
(wind whooshing)
(birds chirping)
(spirit whispering)
(objects crashing)
(Jacob breathing heavily)
(motorcycle buzzing)
- Hey!
(door creaks)
- Cole!
I need you in here now!
(door creaks shut)
(door creaks)
(phone rings)
(Kelly screams)
(answering machine clicks)
- [Jesse] Hi, this is
the O'Conner residence.
Leave a message,
we'll call you back.
(answering machine beeps)
Hey, Kel, it's Dad,
I have a Departmental
hors d'oeuvre thing
that I've gotta
do at six o'clock,
so can you manage
for yourself tonight?
Make it up to you
over the weekend.
I'll see you around nine.
- Perfect.
(sighs) Guess I
better clean this up.
(birds chirping)
What's up?
(Cole sneezes)
- Oh, great, animals, huh?
What are you, some
kind of Dr. Doolittle?
- [Kelly] It's just
something I do.
- Why? (sneezes)
- 'Cause I'm raising my own army
to eliminate useless
teenage males
from the face of the planet.
- Oh yeah, you're weird.
- What did you mean
before, what's started?
- You're so smart.
Figure it out yourself.
- The truth is no
one wanted them.
They were gonna kill them.
So I brought them home.
- Yeah, the world
sucks sometimes.
(sneezes)
(coughs)
- Okay, you guys.
These eyes are
opening in 10 seconds
whether you like it or not.
- Don't get your
panties in a bunch, Mom.
- I beg your pardon, young lady.
What did you say?
- Yeah, keep those eyes closed.
Are you ready for this?
Are you really ready?
- I'm ready.
(all laughing)
(Marjorie gasps)
- Happy Birthday!
- Oh, what is that?
Oh, look at you,
you are so cute.
Oh look at the puppy.
- Isn't he cute?
(Marjorie sneezes)
- Yes.
(Marjorie sneezes)
- Oh boy.
- Oh, you can't be
allergic to him.
- No I'm not, I'm not.
It's just a little
(sniffs) fur in my nose.
- You won't last a week, Mom.
Look at you, everybody's
gonna think Dad beats you.
(Marjorie sneezes)
- I'm not allergic.
(Marjorie sneezes)
Oh.
- Listen, honey, maybe we should
take this little puppy back
before you get too
attached to it,
and we'll get you somethin'
else for your birthday, huh?
(Marjorie sneezes)
Oh God.
Come on, I'm serious, this is...
- [Marjorie] Oh. (sneezes)
- I tickle her,
you grab the pup.
- No, no, no, Jesse.
Kelly, don't let
him take the puppy.
Oh, you little puppy.
(both laughing)
Don't let her take
it, please, Kelly.
(Marjorie sneezes)
(solemn music)
(crickets chirping)
(wind whooshing)
(spirit whispering)
(eerie music)
- [Spirit] Kelly.
(Kelly gasps)
- [Kelly] Mom?
(mysterious music)
(spirit whispering)
(spirit crying)
(door creaks)
(door slams)
(soft music)
(wind whooshing)
(gun fires)
- Please!
- I want to.
- Are you crazy?
Oh.
(Kelly screams)
(Kelly grunts)
(Kelly screams)
- [Kelly] No.
(screams)
Mom?
(soft music)
Mom?
(mysterious music)
(spirit crying)
(gasping for air)
(coughs)
(phone rings)
(phone ringing)
- Hello?
(door creaks)
Hello?
Hello?
(soft music)
(phone beeps)
(sighs)
(school bell rings)
(students chattering)
(dramatic piano music)
- That was amazing.
- You're sneaky.
- [Kelly] Really?
You're pretty good on that.
- I do okay.
Considering I don't have a
piano at home to practice on.
- Your parents not into music?
- Not into anything
that's not 100 proof.
- Oh.
So, what do you call that?
- [Cole] I haven't decided.
- You wrote it?
- Yeah.
What do you think about, uh,
"Football Superturds At the
Proctologist" as the title?
- I think you need a lyricist.
- [Mr. Pickett] Mr. Barton,
cuttin' classes again.
- Looks like it.
- [Mr. Pickett] You know
that this area's off limits.
- What am I gonna do?
Break the piano?
- You're lucky the janitor
called me instead of the cops.
- So call the cops.
- Let's go, Mr. Barton.
I'll see ya in detention hall
first thing tomorrow mornin'.
- [Kelly] He was just
playin' the piano.
- Are you a student here?
- Unfortunately.
- [Mr. Pickett] And where are
you supposed to be right now?
- Oh, I'm done for the day, but-
- She's new.
She doesn't realize you're the
Vice Principal, Mr. Pickett.
- I don't-
- We'll just be leaving now.
- Why did you drag
me outta there?
- Look, if I wanna get in
trouble, that's my deal.
I don't need someone else
makin' trouble for me.
- Sorry.
So why did you call
my house last night?
- I saw the light.
Figured you were in trouble.
I used to think I was
imagining it all, you know.
But there is definitely
somethin' in your house.
Or someone.
Your house is the whole reason
I'm into the paranormal.
You have no idea the
kind of unexplained stuff
that's out there, I mean,
I got this friend,
she's a spiritualist.
She told me you were coming.
Described you right down
to that little
freckle on your cheek.
How weird is that?
- Very.
- Damn straight.
- Cole, I know who the ghost is.
- What?
- It's my mom.
She died last year.
- I'm sorry.
I've watched 11 families move
in and out of that house.
Your house has been a spook
meca ions before your mom died.
(Kelly sighs)
- What do you know?
- [Cole] I know it can't
be your mom in there.
Hey look, I'm sorry.
(door creaks)
- Ah.
Are you aware of
what time it is?
- You're finishing furniture?
- Yep.
All those years being
a corporate attorney,
I didn't have much
time for anything else.
- No, you always had
time for me and Mom.
- Thanks.
I did try.
- I'm gonna go feed the animals.
- Don't worry. I
already fed them.
You know, those guys are
a big responsibility.
You know, they depend on you
to take care of
'em, on schedule.
- Yeah, they depend
on me, not you.
So I'll take care of them.
(soft music on TV)
(TV chattering)
(clock ticking)
(birds chirping)
(alarm rings)
(footsteps clacking)
- It hurts me to see
you not living up
to your potential, Mr. Barton.
You've got all the
potential in the world
to do whatever you-
Miss O'Conner, you weren't
included in my summons.
(Cole sighs)
- If Cole was breaking
the rules, so was I.
- Then you can join Mr.
Barton in detention hall,
next six Saturdays,
eight a.m. till noon.
- That isn't a fair punishment.
- Miss O'Conner, you've jumped
into the middle of something
without knowing all the facts.
Now that kind of rash behavior
is going to get you in trouble.
- I'm already in
serious trouble.
(soft music)
- [Guide] This is the site
of one of the most notorious
murders of the 1920s.
You see that door?
It was right up there.
The life of a
beautiful young woman
was snuffed out by her lover
in a fit of jealous rage.
(phone rings)
Her ghost is often seen
walking along the balcony.
(phone rings)
- [Jesse] Hello?
- [Miss Grayson] Mr. O'Conner?
- [Jesse] That's me.
- [Miss Grayson] This
is Melissa Grayson,
I'm Kelly's guidance counselor.
- [Jesse] Hi.
- [Miss Grayson] Could
we meet somewhere?
- [Jesse] Uh, sure. Where?
- [Miss Grayson] Jackson
Square, this afternoon.
- Bon jour.
- Bon jour.
(mysterious music)
- Can I help you?
The spirits are with us.
Sit.
Did you want cards, palms,
rune stones, or crystals?
- I don't know.
- Do you have a
particular question?
- My house if sort of haunted.
- Your question?
- Is it my mother?
- Perhaps I could help
you reach your spirit.
I could arrange a
seance if you have-
- [Kelly] I don't think so.
(spirit whispers)
- Uh, no, never mind.
Um, just go, just go.
(ominous music)
Wait.
You must leave your house.
Or the spirit will kill you.
It must, to ease
its own suffering.
- Would you please listen
to me for one second.
I am not accusing
your son of anything.
I just wanna talk
to him, that's all.
But you know what?
Never mind, because she's
walking in the door right now.
(phone beeps)
You better have a
very good excuse
for why you completely
missed school today,
and how you've already
managed to get detention.
- Oh, you wouldn't understand.
- Try me.
Kelly.
- It's not big deal, okay?
- Oh, it's no big deal.
Well, what about these?
No big deal?
- What, you used to smoke.
- I am so afraid for you.
I don't want you to
have anything to do
with that kid next door.
And I'm gonna be calling
the school hourly to check
to make sure that you're there.
- Why don't you just put an
electronic tracker on me?
- Hey, you wanna be
treated like an adult,
then you gotta stop
acting like a child!
I'm the obstacle, I
can't do anything.
There's nothing I can
do to get through.
- I see what you're saying.
She's lonely, I mean,
she wants friends.
She wants to fit
in, I can feel it,
but she's just distanced
herself from everybody.
- Right, (clears throat) well-
- Well, tell me about Marjorie.
She must have been special.
- She was very special,
she was very special.
I met her the first day
at college orientation.
I fell in love with her
right away, head over heels.
It was a lot of fun,
we had a lot of fun.
And then Kelly came along,
and just completed
both of our lives.
These are excellent,
I love these.
- I like 'em.
- Love 'em.
- Well, let me
ask you somethin'.
- What?
- How do you think
you're handling it?
I mean, are you doing
okay since she died?
- To tell you the truth,
I don't know, I've been
so worried about Kelly
I haven't spent much time
even focusing on my own loss.
- Well, that makes sense.
- But this time?
This time I have really messed
the whole thing up badly
because Kelly blames herself
for her mother's death.
- You're right, she blames
herself for Marjorie's death,
but think about that.
What that means
is she also feels
like she's ruined your life.
So she's not angry at you.
She's mad at herself.
- My daughter hates me.
- No, she doesn't hate you.
- No, believe me.
No, there's nothin'
I can do to fix it.
- [Miss Grayson] Kelly
lost her mother at a time
when girls need their
mothers the most.
She'll come around.
And when she is ready to talk,
you just need to
be ready to listen.
(soft music)
(birds chirping)
(clock ticking)
(ominous music)
(spirit breathing)
(floor creaking)
(spirit crying)
(suspenseful music)
(floor creaking)
- Mom?
(spirit crying)
(ominous music)
Who are you?
- Hey, Kelly.
(Kelly screams)
Kelly, what happened?
Kelly!
Kelly!
- Cole.
(rock clinking)
Cole.
(window creaks)
- Kelly?
- I need you help.
- I like it here, ya know?
Away from everybody.
- I like it here, too,
just not at night.
- Hey, they're just dead people.
What can they do?
I don't know, everybody
needs a getaway place, right?
- Getaway to dreamaway.
- [Cole] What?
- It's something
my mom used to say.
The ghost isn't my mom.
- Well, why, why, so you're,
are you saying
you saw the ghost?
- She's this
beautiful young woman.
She doesn't look at all like
I thought a ghost would look.
She looks so real.
- Holy crap, you saw the ghost.
- [Kelly] Why is this
ghost haunting me?
- Look, this is not
about you, okay?
Yes, since you guys got here
the paranormal activity has
accelerated, but that doesn't-
- Then it is about us.
- Okay, look.
All I know is this is not
a friendly spirit, okay?
Somethin' has her
all ticked off.
- She didn't look so evil to me.
Cole?
Cole?
(Cole shouts)
You jerk-hole!
- Kelly, you shoulda seen it.
This dead guy, I
swear, hey, uh...
Kelly, I'm kidding, Kelly.
(crickets chirping)
Kelly.
Come on.
Come on, Kelly.
- You scared me.
- Oh, awe I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
(tires screeching)
- Get in the car.
Both of you.
- Nice car.
- It's got an anti-theft system.
- [Cole] See you.
- Oh, no you won't.
Where is that kid's parents?
- They're probably
sleeping it off
if they're not still
out gassing up.
- I told you that I didn't want
you hanging around with him.
- There's nothing
wrong with Cole.
- That is not the point.
- You don't know everything.
- I know, but I'm
still in charge.
- Goodie.
- Why did you tear
outta here like that?
I can't help you if
you don't talk to me.
- You can't help me
because you won't listen.
- All right, hold it, hold it.
We are not done here.
There's a school in Colorado
that specializes in
working with teenagers
who've lost someone.
Maybe they can reach you.
- You can't do that.
- I don't wanna do it.
But you don't leave
me very much choice.
I gotta try somethin'
to get you back.
- I hate you.
- I know.
I know you do.
I have to go to work.
(soft music)
I expect you to be
here when I get home.
(door slams)
(Kelly crying)
(pills clattering)
(floor creaking)
(spirit giggles)
(floor creaking)
(ominous music)
(spirit giggles)
(spirit giggles)
(floor creaking)
- Virginia.
Jacob Hardesty.
Angela.
(Angela giggles)
(whooshing)
(mysterious music)
(Angela giggles)
(thunder cracks)
- Hey, do you wanna go over to
Nanna's and swim in the pool?
- Yes.
- You do? Come on.
You look beautiful today.
Come on, my sweet Angela.
You ready to go?
Come on.
Watch your step.
That's my sweet girl.
(thunder cracks)
(door creaks)
(birds chirping)
(thunder cracks)
(spirit whooshing)
(group chattering)
(rain pattering)
(light music)
(child giggling)
(children chattering playfully)
- [Angela] Mommy, Mommy.
(anxious music)
(thunder cracks)
(ominous music)
(group shouting)
(thunder cracks)
- No!
(thunder cracks)
(door creaks)
(door bangs)
(ominous music)
(spirits chattering)
- No, it's not your fault!
(speaking indistinctly)
(whooshing)
(gun fires)
(body thudding)
(whooshing)
- Whoa, whoa, hey,
hey, it's just me.
- Did you see it?
- See what?
- Her name is Virginia Hardesty,
and she had a daughter,
Angela, who drowned.
Her husband, Jacob,
had this gun,
I didn't really
see what happened,
but she was lying on the floor.
- Whoa, hey, check this out.
It's blood.
- Cole I have to help her.
I just don't know what I can do.
- Well, what do you
think she wants, revenge?
- I don't know.
I have to try something.
(birds chirping)
- Come on.
Here.
- 1958.
Angela Hardesty.
She was only four years old.
- Geez, they died the same year.
- There's no Jacob.
Maybe he's still alive.
- [Cole] I can't believe
this stuff wasn't online.
- Here. Here it is.
Jacob was arrested and charged
with Virginia's murder.
- And he was acquitted.
- Jacob Hardesty had to close
his architectural office
due to lack of business.
- [Cole] He still
got away with murder.
- He was acquitted.
- Yeah, then why is
Virginia still here?
- Because him and Virginia
need to find each other-
- Nah, I'm still
goin' with revenge.
(soft music)
Guess the only way to
know is to find Jacob.
(computer keys clicking)
Hey.
The man still breathes.
(motorcycle buzzing)
(door knocking)
(door creaks)
- [Kelly] Mr. Hardesty?
He's not here.
- [Cole] Oh yeah, this is cool.
Sightseeing in a killer's lair.
- [Kelly] Wow, these
are really good.
- Don't touch those.
You're trespassing.
- Mr. Hardesty?
- [Jacob] Maybe.
- I live at 4314 Elmwood.
You used to live there, right?
- What do you want here?
- Your wife, Virginia?
- Go away.
- Mr. Hardesty you
have to come with us.
She's desperate.
She doesn't understand
what happened,
but I'm with her all the time
every minute of every
day, of every night.
- Virginia's been
dead for 40 years.
- Look, I know they
accused you of killing her,
but you were acquitted,
so I'm willing to believe
that whatever happened
wasn't your fault.
- I killed her.
You got that?
(solemn music)
And I'm not going
back to that house.
Now get out.
Get out!
(chair creaks)
(gasps)
(motorcycle buzzing)
(dramatic music)
- Cole!
- What?
- We have to go back.
- Why?
- He didn't question
that Virginia was ghost,
he already knew.
- I'm not goin' back.
That guy is bad news.
- He had heart pills on
his nightstand, he's sick.
(objects crashing)
- Oh yeah, she's ticked.
(ominous music)
(objects crashing)
- [Kelly] Oh my God.
Oh my God.
(objects crashing)
(wind whooshing)
(Kelly screams)
(electricity zapping)
(wind whooshing)
(objects crashing)
(spirits chattering)
(baby crying)
(mysterious music)
- [Cole] Oh wow.
- That's Virginia.
I think she's in the nursery.
(spirits wailing)
I'm sorry.
He just wouldn't come with us.
(wind howls)
(objects crashing)
(Kelly screams)
Cole!
(screams)
Stop!
Stop!
- [Cole] Kelly, no!
Kelly!
Kelly!
(Kelly screams)
(Cole shouts)
- Cole!
Cole!
Hold on.
Hold on.
I got you.
(both grunting)
Oh my God, he's gonna freak.
He's never gonna
believe any of this.
You have to go.
- You gonna be okay?
- Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.
Go, go.
(soft music)
- [Jesse] Kelly!
(door squeaks)
Kelly?
Kel.
Kel!
Kel, what happened?
You all right?
- Yeah.
- What happened?
- It was like this
when I came home.
- That damn kid.
- It wasn't Cole.
- Oh no?
It wasn't Cole, then who
the hell destroyed my house?
- It was a ghost.
Her name is Virginia.
- A ghost.
You know, you never
ever used to lie to me.
- I'm not lying, okay?
I saw her and she was
standing right in front me.
Cole saw her too.
- Cole saw her too.
So Cole was in this house, and
I told you that I didn't want
you hanging around with
Cole anymore, didn't I?
Get up to your room.
Go on, get up there
until I figure out
what I'm gonna do with you.
- You never believe me.
All you wanna do
is get rid of me.
- You're all I've got left.
- Yeah, thanks to me.
- Oh my God.
Is that you really think?
We'll talk about it in
the morning, all right?
(soft music)
(whooshing)
(door creaks)
- Shh.
Shh.
I love you.
(rocking chair creaking)
We're gonna be fine.
We're gonna be fine.
We're gonna be fine.
We're gonna be fine.
It's okay.
(dramatic music)
Virginia!
No, Virginia!
(Virginia gasps)
(gun clatters)
What are you doing?
(thuds)
(grunts)
No!
(gun fires)
(soft music)
- He was lying.
(Jesse grunts)
- Marjorie.
What?
(car starting)
That's impossible.
(engine roars)
(tires squeal)
Kelly!
(speaking indistinctly)
(mysterious music)
(door knocking)
Where's my daughter?
- Uh, I'm guessing not home?
- All right, you listen to me,
you little wise-guy-wanna-be.
My daughter took my car
and I'm gonna bet that
you know where she went.
- We can take my bike.
- Hey, do you know
where Mr. Hardesty is?
- Maybe, it'll cost ya.
- I don't have any money, I
can maybe get you some later.
- Ambulance came by about an
hour ago and took him off.
- Where?
- Either the Parish Hospital
or the Parish Morgue.
I can't say which!
(motorcycle roaring)
- [Jesse] Hey, Easy Rider,
you wanna slow it
down a little bit?
- Trust me, if she's goin'
where I think she's goin',
we need to get there fast.
- Yeah, what the hell
is she doin' down here?
- Trying to exorcise a ghost.
- Awe, come on, not you too.
- Look, what I saw in your house
is gonna make me president
of the X-File groupies, okay?
- [Woman] Help me.
- [Marjorie Voiceover] Help me.
Kelly.
(thunder cracks)
(rain pattering)
Help me.
Kelly.
- Help, help.
Help me, please.
(thunder cracks)
Someone, please.
Help, please.
Help me.
(crying)
- Help me.
- [Jacob] You!
- Mr. Hardesty, are you okay?
- This hospital
is full of pests.
- You did everything you could.
They should have believed you.
- No.
- I killed her.
I killed her because
I couldn't save her.
- I saw it.
You didn't kill her,
she killed herself.
I know you loved her.
And it's not too late.
- Ever since she died, I
felt she was still with me.
At first it was a comfort,
but then she stayed...
- She couldn't leave.
Come with me.
- She needs you.
- What are we gonna do
about this damn needle?
- Okay.
(Jacob Grunts)
Here, put your arm around me.
Whoa, whoa, careful.
Lean on me, lean on me.
Just go slow.
- All right, but where'd she go?
- The girl promised me a 20.
- All right, I'll give ya a 50.
- Like I told her,
it's either the Parish
Hospital or the Parish morgue.
- Let's go for the hospital.
Hey, you have a Mr.
Hardesty on your list?
Excuse me, Miss, do you
have a Jacob Hardesty here?
- Are you a relative?
- Yes, he's my father.
- Mr. Hardesty was here
earlier waitin' for a room,
but apparently left
with a young girl.
Your father really
needs to be admitted.
His condition is very unstable.
- Hey, come on, let's go.
- Thank you.
- Come on!
(soft music)
- Hey, you know, we're not
gonna do anybody any good
if we don't get
there in one piece.
- I'm not lettin'
anything happen to her.
(motorcycle revs)
(door creaks)
(mysterious music)
- Virginia?
He's here.
- Good Lord.
- Yeah, it's, uh,
Virginia's, uh, handiwork.
Virginia?
Jacob's here.
She's here.
She has to be here, so...
- I never thought
I'd come here again.
- [Kelly] You have to see her.
She has to see you.
- She has to wanna be seen.
A long time ago there was
a girl that tried to solve
the dilemma of Virginia.
She was much like you.
- Virginia?
(door creaks)
(door slams)
(spirit whispering)
(doors slamming upstairs)
- Ginny?
- [Cole] Car's here.
- [Jesse] Good.
- Come on.
- Geeze, I'm tryin'.
It's jammed.
- What?
- The lock is jammed.
I don't know what's
wrong with it.
- [Cole] No, come on.
(ominous music)
(spirit whispering)
(Jacob breathing heavily)
(spirits wailing)
- [Jacob] My God.
Ginny.
Why did you come back?
- [Jesse] This is crazy.
Kelly!
Kelly!
- You've given me
40 years of hell.
40 years.
Was that the price I had to pay
because I couldn't
save our daughter?
- Come on.
- You're kidding me.
- [Cole] Yeah,
you're not that old.
- Thanks.
- You left me.
You left me to live.
To feel blame.
You need to be forgiven.
I can't.
You left me when I
needed you so much.
- Come on.
You all right?
- Yeah, I'm all right.
Go ahead, come on, go,
I'm right behind ya.
(shutters creak)
- Ginny, she was
my daughter too.
- Hasn't there been enough
bitterness and blame?
Haven't you both lost enough?
- Oh my God.
- [Kelly] Jacob you
have to forgive her.
- No!
Don't go.
(spirit whooshing)
- You're seeing this, right?
- Oh yeah.
(spirit whooshing)
(soft music)
- Oh my God.
My sweet angel.
(Jacob grunts)
- Dad, please, do something.
- Okay, honey.
You stay with him.
I'm gonna call an ambulance.
- Jacob, no.
Jacob.
- Goodbye, my sweet ones.
(heartwarming music)
I love you.
I forgive you.
I'll see you again.
(spirits whooshing)
- [Kelly] You're all free now.
- It's harder to
stay than to go.
Whoa, careful.
I got a bad heart.
- I'll come visit you.
- No need to.
You've done enough.
It's time we both got
back to our lives.
- Time enough for that.
We'll see ya at the hospital.
(engine starts)
(siren blips)
- Guess I should go.
- Hey, Cole.
See ya later.
- Yeah.
(Jesse chuckles)
(soft music)
- [Jesse] Here,
I found this too.
- [Kelly] That's Mom.
In front of this house.
- Yes, that's our house.
And this.
- It's her handwriting.
- I found the diary and
I found this picture.
When I was looking through
the boxes upstairs.
And I remembered
that your mom told me
that she lived in New
Orleans, a long time ago.
But, I guess I didn't
really pay much attention
to what she said.
And, uh, for some reason,
though, this house,
it just stuck in my head.
(sighs)
Your mom brought us here.
- She never blamed me.
- No, baby, no.
No, she never blamed you.
Nobody every blamed you.
- Yeah?
(crickets chirping)
(mysterious music)
(peaceful music)
(soft music)
(dramatic music)