Tales from the Darkside (1983–1988): Season 3, Episode 2 - I Can't Help Saying Goodbye - full transcript
Asthmatic Max Smith is dating Libby and plans to marry her, until he learns that her sister Karen appears to be able to make people die by touching their faces and saying goodbye.
(theme music playing)
NARRATOR:
Man lives in the sunlit world
of what he believes
to be reality.
But... there is,
unseen by most, an underworld.
A place that is just as real
but not as brightly lit.
A dark side.
(piano plays gentle tune)
WOMAN:
Your father would come over
every Sunday afternoon
when we were courting
and bring me chocolates.
He spent a good part
of his paycheck
on chocolates for me every week.
Finally, my
daddy said,
"Save your money
and marry her."
I remember the
day he asked me.
Karen!
Don't be a spy!
Come here and
eat your sandwich.
They're kissing.
(sighs)
Lucky your kid sister
joined my choir.
I'll have to thank her.
How about a song?
I can't sing.
Come on.
You can sing a song for me.
? Drink to me
? Only with thine eyes
? And I will pledge with mine
? Or leave a kiss...
Karen, close
that door,
come over here and
eat your sandwich.
Was my daddy like Max?
Oh. (sniffles)
Your father could
fix anything.
He kept everything around
here in tip-top shape--
the toaster, the car,
that silly oven.
He was a foreman
on big buildings,
and he was
very strong.
Not like Max.
(sniffles)
Well, Max...
Max is a voice teacher,
a choir director,
and he teaches music
at the high school.
His talent's very different
than your father's.
And Libby loves him.
Oh, Max, it's beautiful!
Oh. Mmm.
They're kissing again.
MOTHER:
Karen, kissing isn't
like the measles.
Okay...
I think everything's in
this batter that should be.
Did you kiss Daddy?
Oh, yes.
I loved kissing
your daddy.
I bet he didn't look funny
kissing, the way Max does.
(laughs)
Oh, your father
was very handsome.
I wish you could
have known him.
I wish he could
have known you.
But he died.
Yes, he did.
The day I was born,
he fell off a
building downtown.
Good Lord took
him from me.
But he gave me you.
(smooches)
Don't slobber on me.
Oh. Hey, how about
an extra-dry,
no-slobber kiss on the other
side of your face, hmm?
Kisses are okay.
But I don't like
saliva.
(gas hissing)
Darn pilot light's out again.
Mother! Oh, Mother, look!
(laughs)
Oh, Libby!
Oh...
And we're going to Florida
for our honeymoon.
Oh.
Oh, Max, don't be nervous.
Remember your asthma.
(Max coughs)
See, Max already
bought us things.
Straw hat.
(laughs)
Sunglasses.
MOTHER:
Oh!
Aren't they great?
Oh, and
a bathing suit.
(Mother gasps)
Oh, Florida!
Won't Florida be romantic?
It's beautiful.
Oh, we want to go
tell Max's mother.
Is that okay?
Oh. Oh, it's fine, just fine.
(cries and sniffles)
Oh, Max,
I'm so happy for you. I...
Can we use the car?
(coughs)
Uh, well, I-I have
to take Karen to her
first swim class.
We can drop the kid
off, Mrs. Anders.
I don't want to go swimming.
Oh, honey, of course you do.
There's nothing
to be afraid of.
LIBBY:
Hurry up, Karen.
Go get your coat on.
Go on, pumpkin.
(giggles)
(sighs)
(hissing)
(door closing)
We're getting married
next month.
MOTHER: Next month?
Well, that's so soon.
We have to have
the time to plan.
LIBBY:
Well, Mother, we
could die tomorrow.
We don't
want to wait.
LIBBY:
Karen...
you only have one boot on.
What's the matter, Karen?
Goodbye, Mommy.
Goodbye.
Oh, Karen...
y-you'll be able to
swim just fine.
I'm sure you'll do
just fine, pumpkin.
Karen, I just
got engaged.
Stop being stupid.
Bye, Mommy.
Goodbye.
Goodbye, yourself.
Little weirdo,
come on.
MOTHER:
Go on, Karen.
Put your other boot on now,
go on!
Libby, I'll need the car
in two hours to pick her up.
(coughs)
(door shuts)
(gasps softly)
My cake.
I forgot to put my cake in.
Max, you can go get
the car warmed up.
Sure.
(coughs)
This is probably the most
wonderful day of my life.
Love is so wonderful.
(humming "Bridal Chorus")
(match strikes)
(continues humming)
(explosion, glass shattering)
Mother!
WOMAN: I'm so sorry
about your mother, really.
Please call us
if you need anything at all.
LIBBY:
Thank you.
MAN:
Sorry. It's such
a terrible loss.
(door closes)
(sighs)
You think someone would have
stayed to help clean up.
No one wanted
to go in the kitchen.
It's all fixed up.
You'd never know it was burnt
to hell two weeks ago.
I'll never forget.
Will Mommy know
how to fly,
or will she
have to learn?
I don't understand.
Do angels have to
learn how to fly?
I think it just
comes naturally.
Well, we got to start
using the kitchen sometime.
You guys can't sit around with
half a hog on your coffee table
for the rest of your life,
can you, huh?
(snorting)
(laughs)
Okay, that's enough, Max.
(coughs)
Come on, Karen.
Help me
clean up.
Way to go, freckle face.
Karen, go get
a paper towel.
(door opens)
(door closes)
Max, do you think
that I was a good daughter?
What?
Do you think that...
Do you think that Mom thought
that I was okay?
I mean, as daughters go?
Come on, don't
get weird.
Sure, you are.
She probably would
have told you herself,
if she had a chance to.
She wasn't supposed
to die, ever.
Hey.
(sobbing): I couldn't do
anything for her.
She just died.
Listen, everybody's got
to go, right?
Some people get
run over by busses.
Some people have
lousy hearts.
Some people get, uh,
bombed by some loony tune.
Your mother went quick,
and she went happy.
Right?
We just told her
we were tying the knot.
She always wanted me to
get married and be happy.
(sniffles)
You love me?
Yes.
Then you're going
to be married and happy.
Right?
What about Karen?
(coughs)
What about her?
Is it okay if
she lives with us?
Yeah, well... (coughs)
Yeah, I was... I was
wondering about that.
I guess that I'm
responsible for her now.
I guess so.
She's not a bad kid.
I guess you wouldn't consider
putting her up for adoption
or something,
now, would you?
Stop kidding me.
I'm serious.
Is it okay if
she lives with us?
I suppose half
of this house is hers, right?
Half of everything
is hers.
Well, then you can't
kick her out of her own home.
So, I guess it's gonna be
the three of us.
Okay?
It'll be okay.
It'll be great.
She's really not too bad,
most of the time.
Yeah. (laughs)
Does, uh...
Does she always say
"goodbye" to people like that?
Like what?
Like she did to your mother.
(coughs)
You know.
"Goodbye...
"Goodbye, Mommy...
Goodbye."
Stop that!
(coughs)
You saw her.
I don't know
what you're talking about.
Don't pretend you didn't
see her. It was strange.
It was like she knew what was
going to happen, and she wanted
to make sure
she said "goodbye" to your mom.
That's ridiculous.
"Goodbye."
Stop that!
"Goodbye, Mommy."
(coughs and laughs)
(door opens)
(Max coughs)
What you looking at?
(mouthing)
(coughing)
(piano plays)
GIRLS:
? Shall we gather at the river
? Where bright angels' feet
have trod ?
? With its crystal tide
forever ?
? Flowing by the throne
of God ?
? Yes, we'll gather
at the river ?
? The beautiful,
the beautiful river ?
(coughing)
? Gather with the saints
at the river ?
? That flows
by the throne of God. ?
(coughs)
(wheezing)
What's wrong with him?
He has asthma.
What's asthma?
When you can't breathe.
Why?
The air gets stuck.
Where?
To the roof of
your mouth, I guess.
Like you have peanut
butter up there.
It gets stuck there
and doesn't get to your
lungs, where you breathe.
I breathe with my nose.
Your nose is just there
so your face won't look funny.
You breathe
with your lungs.
I didn't know that.
Oh, okay, okay, stop yapping.
(coughs)
This is a lesson.
Your recital's tomorrow.
But we just stopped
because you...
No back talk, Karen,
all right?
Just sing.
(coughs)
(resumes playing)
? Soon we'll reach
the silver river ?
? Soon our pilgrimage
will cease ?
? Soon our happy hearts
will quiver ?
? With a melody of peace.
Think! Think when you sing.
I don't... (coughs) I don't care
if you're nine years old.
Think when you sing,
or don't sing at all.
Max, don't get so upset.
You know what that does.
I'm sorry, Mr. Smith.
Sorry.
Lesson's over.
And no goofing off tomorrow.
(coughs) Keep your mind
on what you're singing.
Yes, sir.
Yes, sir.
Susie, your mother will
want you home for supper.
Can I go to Susie's
house to play?
No, it's almost time for supper.
Max, the roads are icy.
Maybe you should
stay here tonight.
(coughs)
My birthday's Friday.
Are you going
to have a party?
Cake and ice cream.
You gonna bring me a present?
I don't know.
I asked Libby to get me
a pink and blue bathing suit.
You don't know
how to swim.
LIBBY:
I'm sure you girls
will sing very pretty tomorrow.
Goodbye, Susie. Goodbye.
Karen.
Bye, Susie.
Max!
That's what she did
to your mother.
Karen, go upstairs
and do your homework.
Bye.
Goodbye.
See you in
school tomorrow.
Watch out for the ice.
(door opens)
(Susie screams)
Oh, my God.
What did you do?!
I had to say "goodbye."
Why? Why?!
Because she was
gonna die.
Don't you say that!
Look out. Look out.
Get out of the way.
(coughing)
Oh, God.
Her neck looks broken.
(coughs)
I think she's dead.
How did you know?
What's wrong with you?
Every time you say
"goodbye" to somebody,
they wind up dead. God!
You said the same thing
to Mom, and now she's dead.
And now Susie's dead!
How did you know
Susie was going to die?
I don't know.
You're hurting me, Libby!
I told you there
was something weird
about her, didn't I?
Answer me! How did you know
Susie was going to die?!
I told you.
I don't know!
Who are you going to say
"goodbye" to next?
That's what
I want to know.
You can't go around town
saying "goodbye" to people.
Max, be careful.
I can't help
saying "goodbye."
I can't help it!
You're a strange
little kid, aren't you?
How am I supposed
to tell Susie's mother, huh?
How can I tell her?
I don't want you ever,
ever, ever to say
"goodbye"
to anybody ever again.
Do you hear me?
Do you
hear me?!
I'll tell Max "goodbye"
if you hit me again.
What did you say?
I'll tell Max "goodbye."
Oh, my God.
You can make people die?
You answer me!
(coughs)
Geez, a-are you okay, Karen?
Huh? (chuckles)
Karen, tell Max
you're sorry.
I'm sorry.
No. No-no, no, no.
I'm sorry.
It's all my fault.
(chuckling)
I-I'm going to make some coffee.
Uh, Karen,
do you want some juice?
Uh, a soda maybe? Huh?
Can I have a soda?
Sure, you can.
Sure, you can.
Anything you like.
Right, Libby? Huh?
(coughs)
(door closes)
Karen, who said you
could have Susie's doll?
She's going to be
my best friend
until I'm an angel
with Susie.
We're going to have to give
the doll back to Mrs. Allen.
No. I want it.
You don't want me to
say "goodbye" to Max.
I'll talk to Mrs. Allen.
Do I still get my pink
and blue bathing suit?
Can't you think of anything
besides that bathing suit?
I want it.
Then I suppose you'll get it.
They don't like me.
They think I can
make people die.
But I can't.
I don't like it when people die.
It's lonely.
(coughing)
I need a hug.
I-I... I'm making coffee.
Just a tiny hug.
I'm at a crucial point
here with the coffee.
(coughs)
I think we should
set a wedding date.
(coughs) Maybe, maybe
it's not a good time.
(wheezes)
What do you mean?
To th-think about
getting married.
Remember, we were going
to get married two months ago.
I don't think it's
a good idea anymore.
(coughing)
You don't mean not
getting married, ever?
I'm a wheezing,
nervous wreck.
I-I-I can't live my
life like this. (coughs)
You wouldn't
walk out on me, Max.
We love each other.
I-I'm scared sick.
Th-That's not good for me.
(coughing)
I suppose it's nice,
being an angel in Heaven.
But it's not so nice being left
here on earth all alone.
Libby and Max were mean to me,
so I told them a lie.
Now, they don't
talk to me at all.
Your little sister's a freak.
(coughs)
And I can't live with a freak.
I'll send her away.
I'll send her
to boarding school.
I'll do anything
you want, Max.
Doesn't matter where
you send her. (coughs)
One day, I'll open the
door a-and there she'll be,
saying "goodbye"
to me. (coughs)
Don't you love me?
LIBBY:
We were so happy.
We were so happy
not that long ago.
We can be happy again.
(soft gasp)
Oh, no.
Not you, too.
Goodbye, dolly.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
It's not going
to work out.
Yes, it is!
Don't leave me,
Max. Please!
I can't stay around here.
It's a death house.
This is your fault!
Say you won't say
"goodbye" to him!
(chuckling):
I'm leaving, see?
You won't see me
around anymore, okay?
So you can just-- you can just
forget all about me.
Max, please.
Leave me alone, Libby!
(coughing)
Tell him you won't
say "goodbye" to him!
I'm out of here.
(crunching)
(wheezing cough)
(wheezing)
(coughs)
(wheezing continues)
Where's my inhaler?
I had an-- where is it?
It's always
in your pocket.
Here, let me look.
MAX:
It's not there.
Did you leave it
on the piano?
(coughing continues)
(wheezing continues)
(wheezing grows
more labored)
Get away from me.
I can't find it.
Don't...
Don't come any closer.
(wheezing):
Get away.
What are you doing?
Karen, what
are you doing?
Karen, get away from him!
(wheezing continues)
Please, please don't say it.
Goodbye, Max.
Goodbye.
Goodbye, Max.
(wheezing)
(whispers):
Goodbye.
No!
Goodbye, Max.
(wheezing slows)
(wheezing stops)
Why don't you say
"goodbye" to me?
Don't you want
me to die, too?
Why don't you
just say "goodbye" to me?
I can't make anyone die!
I just said it
because you were so mean to me.
I don't want
you to die.
I don't want
anyone to die.
I just can't help saying
"goodbye."
I hate you!
I hate you!
I can't help it.
(echoing): I can't help
saying "goodbye."
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I just can't help it.
(plays somber melody)
Here's a present.
Go ahead, put it on.
We're going to the lake.
I'm going to teach
you how to swim.
I'm going to take you out
and teach you how
to swim in the deep water.
(door opens and closes)
?
(sand pattering)
KAREN:
Goodbye, Karen.
Goodbye.
Goodbye, goodbye,
goodbye, goodbye,
goodbye, goodbye, goodbye...
NARRATOR:
The dark side is always there.
Waiting for us to enter.
Waiting to enter us.
Until next time, try
to enjoy the daylight.
NARRATOR:
Man lives in the sunlit world
of what he believes
to be reality.
But... there is,
unseen by most, an underworld.
A place that is just as real
but not as brightly lit.
A dark side.
(piano plays gentle tune)
WOMAN:
Your father would come over
every Sunday afternoon
when we were courting
and bring me chocolates.
He spent a good part
of his paycheck
on chocolates for me every week.
Finally, my
daddy said,
"Save your money
and marry her."
I remember the
day he asked me.
Karen!
Don't be a spy!
Come here and
eat your sandwich.
They're kissing.
(sighs)
Lucky your kid sister
joined my choir.
I'll have to thank her.
How about a song?
I can't sing.
Come on.
You can sing a song for me.
? Drink to me
? Only with thine eyes
? And I will pledge with mine
? Or leave a kiss...
Karen, close
that door,
come over here and
eat your sandwich.
Was my daddy like Max?
Oh. (sniffles)
Your father could
fix anything.
He kept everything around
here in tip-top shape--
the toaster, the car,
that silly oven.
He was a foreman
on big buildings,
and he was
very strong.
Not like Max.
(sniffles)
Well, Max...
Max is a voice teacher,
a choir director,
and he teaches music
at the high school.
His talent's very different
than your father's.
And Libby loves him.
Oh, Max, it's beautiful!
Oh. Mmm.
They're kissing again.
MOTHER:
Karen, kissing isn't
like the measles.
Okay...
I think everything's in
this batter that should be.
Did you kiss Daddy?
Oh, yes.
I loved kissing
your daddy.
I bet he didn't look funny
kissing, the way Max does.
(laughs)
Oh, your father
was very handsome.
I wish you could
have known him.
I wish he could
have known you.
But he died.
Yes, he did.
The day I was born,
he fell off a
building downtown.
Good Lord took
him from me.
But he gave me you.
(smooches)
Don't slobber on me.
Oh. Hey, how about
an extra-dry,
no-slobber kiss on the other
side of your face, hmm?
Kisses are okay.
But I don't like
saliva.
(gas hissing)
Darn pilot light's out again.
Mother! Oh, Mother, look!
(laughs)
Oh, Libby!
Oh...
And we're going to Florida
for our honeymoon.
Oh.
Oh, Max, don't be nervous.
Remember your asthma.
(Max coughs)
See, Max already
bought us things.
Straw hat.
(laughs)
Sunglasses.
MOTHER:
Oh!
Aren't they great?
Oh, and
a bathing suit.
(Mother gasps)
Oh, Florida!
Won't Florida be romantic?
It's beautiful.
Oh, we want to go
tell Max's mother.
Is that okay?
Oh. Oh, it's fine, just fine.
(cries and sniffles)
Oh, Max,
I'm so happy for you. I...
Can we use the car?
(coughs)
Uh, well, I-I have
to take Karen to her
first swim class.
We can drop the kid
off, Mrs. Anders.
I don't want to go swimming.
Oh, honey, of course you do.
There's nothing
to be afraid of.
LIBBY:
Hurry up, Karen.
Go get your coat on.
Go on, pumpkin.
(giggles)
(sighs)
(hissing)
(door closing)
We're getting married
next month.
MOTHER: Next month?
Well, that's so soon.
We have to have
the time to plan.
LIBBY:
Well, Mother, we
could die tomorrow.
We don't
want to wait.
LIBBY:
Karen...
you only have one boot on.
What's the matter, Karen?
Goodbye, Mommy.
Goodbye.
Oh, Karen...
y-you'll be able to
swim just fine.
I'm sure you'll do
just fine, pumpkin.
Karen, I just
got engaged.
Stop being stupid.
Bye, Mommy.
Goodbye.
Goodbye, yourself.
Little weirdo,
come on.
MOTHER:
Go on, Karen.
Put your other boot on now,
go on!
Libby, I'll need the car
in two hours to pick her up.
(coughs)
(door shuts)
(gasps softly)
My cake.
I forgot to put my cake in.
Max, you can go get
the car warmed up.
Sure.
(coughs)
This is probably the most
wonderful day of my life.
Love is so wonderful.
(humming "Bridal Chorus")
(match strikes)
(continues humming)
(explosion, glass shattering)
Mother!
WOMAN: I'm so sorry
about your mother, really.
Please call us
if you need anything at all.
LIBBY:
Thank you.
MAN:
Sorry. It's such
a terrible loss.
(door closes)
(sighs)
You think someone would have
stayed to help clean up.
No one wanted
to go in the kitchen.
It's all fixed up.
You'd never know it was burnt
to hell two weeks ago.
I'll never forget.
Will Mommy know
how to fly,
or will she
have to learn?
I don't understand.
Do angels have to
learn how to fly?
I think it just
comes naturally.
Well, we got to start
using the kitchen sometime.
You guys can't sit around with
half a hog on your coffee table
for the rest of your life,
can you, huh?
(snorting)
(laughs)
Okay, that's enough, Max.
(coughs)
Come on, Karen.
Help me
clean up.
Way to go, freckle face.
Karen, go get
a paper towel.
(door opens)
(door closes)
Max, do you think
that I was a good daughter?
What?
Do you think that...
Do you think that Mom thought
that I was okay?
I mean, as daughters go?
Come on, don't
get weird.
Sure, you are.
She probably would
have told you herself,
if she had a chance to.
She wasn't supposed
to die, ever.
Hey.
(sobbing): I couldn't do
anything for her.
She just died.
Listen, everybody's got
to go, right?
Some people get
run over by busses.
Some people have
lousy hearts.
Some people get, uh,
bombed by some loony tune.
Your mother went quick,
and she went happy.
Right?
We just told her
we were tying the knot.
She always wanted me to
get married and be happy.
(sniffles)
You love me?
Yes.
Then you're going
to be married and happy.
Right?
What about Karen?
(coughs)
What about her?
Is it okay if
she lives with us?
Yeah, well... (coughs)
Yeah, I was... I was
wondering about that.
I guess that I'm
responsible for her now.
I guess so.
She's not a bad kid.
I guess you wouldn't consider
putting her up for adoption
or something,
now, would you?
Stop kidding me.
I'm serious.
Is it okay if
she lives with us?
I suppose half
of this house is hers, right?
Half of everything
is hers.
Well, then you can't
kick her out of her own home.
So, I guess it's gonna be
the three of us.
Okay?
It'll be okay.
It'll be great.
She's really not too bad,
most of the time.
Yeah. (laughs)
Does, uh...
Does she always say
"goodbye" to people like that?
Like what?
Like she did to your mother.
(coughs)
You know.
"Goodbye...
"Goodbye, Mommy...
Goodbye."
Stop that!
(coughs)
You saw her.
I don't know
what you're talking about.
Don't pretend you didn't
see her. It was strange.
It was like she knew what was
going to happen, and she wanted
to make sure
she said "goodbye" to your mom.
That's ridiculous.
"Goodbye."
Stop that!
"Goodbye, Mommy."
(coughs and laughs)
(door opens)
(Max coughs)
What you looking at?
(mouthing)
(coughing)
(piano plays)
GIRLS:
? Shall we gather at the river
? Where bright angels' feet
have trod ?
? With its crystal tide
forever ?
? Flowing by the throne
of God ?
? Yes, we'll gather
at the river ?
? The beautiful,
the beautiful river ?
(coughing)
? Gather with the saints
at the river ?
? That flows
by the throne of God. ?
(coughs)
(wheezing)
What's wrong with him?
He has asthma.
What's asthma?
When you can't breathe.
Why?
The air gets stuck.
Where?
To the roof of
your mouth, I guess.
Like you have peanut
butter up there.
It gets stuck there
and doesn't get to your
lungs, where you breathe.
I breathe with my nose.
Your nose is just there
so your face won't look funny.
You breathe
with your lungs.
I didn't know that.
Oh, okay, okay, stop yapping.
(coughs)
This is a lesson.
Your recital's tomorrow.
But we just stopped
because you...
No back talk, Karen,
all right?
Just sing.
(coughs)
(resumes playing)
? Soon we'll reach
the silver river ?
? Soon our pilgrimage
will cease ?
? Soon our happy hearts
will quiver ?
? With a melody of peace.
Think! Think when you sing.
I don't... (coughs) I don't care
if you're nine years old.
Think when you sing,
or don't sing at all.
Max, don't get so upset.
You know what that does.
I'm sorry, Mr. Smith.
Sorry.
Lesson's over.
And no goofing off tomorrow.
(coughs) Keep your mind
on what you're singing.
Yes, sir.
Yes, sir.
Susie, your mother will
want you home for supper.
Can I go to Susie's
house to play?
No, it's almost time for supper.
Max, the roads are icy.
Maybe you should
stay here tonight.
(coughs)
My birthday's Friday.
Are you going
to have a party?
Cake and ice cream.
You gonna bring me a present?
I don't know.
I asked Libby to get me
a pink and blue bathing suit.
You don't know
how to swim.
LIBBY:
I'm sure you girls
will sing very pretty tomorrow.
Goodbye, Susie. Goodbye.
Karen.
Bye, Susie.
Max!
That's what she did
to your mother.
Karen, go upstairs
and do your homework.
Bye.
Goodbye.
See you in
school tomorrow.
Watch out for the ice.
(door opens)
(Susie screams)
Oh, my God.
What did you do?!
I had to say "goodbye."
Why? Why?!
Because she was
gonna die.
Don't you say that!
Look out. Look out.
Get out of the way.
(coughing)
Oh, God.
Her neck looks broken.
(coughs)
I think she's dead.
How did you know?
What's wrong with you?
Every time you say
"goodbye" to somebody,
they wind up dead. God!
You said the same thing
to Mom, and now she's dead.
And now Susie's dead!
How did you know
Susie was going to die?
I don't know.
You're hurting me, Libby!
I told you there
was something weird
about her, didn't I?
Answer me! How did you know
Susie was going to die?!
I told you.
I don't know!
Who are you going to say
"goodbye" to next?
That's what
I want to know.
You can't go around town
saying "goodbye" to people.
Max, be careful.
I can't help
saying "goodbye."
I can't help it!
You're a strange
little kid, aren't you?
How am I supposed
to tell Susie's mother, huh?
How can I tell her?
I don't want you ever,
ever, ever to say
"goodbye"
to anybody ever again.
Do you hear me?
Do you
hear me?!
I'll tell Max "goodbye"
if you hit me again.
What did you say?
I'll tell Max "goodbye."
Oh, my God.
You can make people die?
You answer me!
(coughs)
Geez, a-are you okay, Karen?
Huh? (chuckles)
Karen, tell Max
you're sorry.
I'm sorry.
No. No-no, no, no.
I'm sorry.
It's all my fault.
(chuckling)
I-I'm going to make some coffee.
Uh, Karen,
do you want some juice?
Uh, a soda maybe? Huh?
Can I have a soda?
Sure, you can.
Sure, you can.
Anything you like.
Right, Libby? Huh?
(coughs)
(door closes)
Karen, who said you
could have Susie's doll?
She's going to be
my best friend
until I'm an angel
with Susie.
We're going to have to give
the doll back to Mrs. Allen.
No. I want it.
You don't want me to
say "goodbye" to Max.
I'll talk to Mrs. Allen.
Do I still get my pink
and blue bathing suit?
Can't you think of anything
besides that bathing suit?
I want it.
Then I suppose you'll get it.
They don't like me.
They think I can
make people die.
But I can't.
I don't like it when people die.
It's lonely.
(coughing)
I need a hug.
I-I... I'm making coffee.
Just a tiny hug.
I'm at a crucial point
here with the coffee.
(coughs)
I think we should
set a wedding date.
(coughs) Maybe, maybe
it's not a good time.
(wheezes)
What do you mean?
To th-think about
getting married.
Remember, we were going
to get married two months ago.
I don't think it's
a good idea anymore.
(coughing)
You don't mean not
getting married, ever?
I'm a wheezing,
nervous wreck.
I-I-I can't live my
life like this. (coughs)
You wouldn't
walk out on me, Max.
We love each other.
I-I'm scared sick.
Th-That's not good for me.
(coughing)
I suppose it's nice,
being an angel in Heaven.
But it's not so nice being left
here on earth all alone.
Libby and Max were mean to me,
so I told them a lie.
Now, they don't
talk to me at all.
Your little sister's a freak.
(coughs)
And I can't live with a freak.
I'll send her away.
I'll send her
to boarding school.
I'll do anything
you want, Max.
Doesn't matter where
you send her. (coughs)
One day, I'll open the
door a-and there she'll be,
saying "goodbye"
to me. (coughs)
Don't you love me?
LIBBY:
We were so happy.
We were so happy
not that long ago.
We can be happy again.
(soft gasp)
Oh, no.
Not you, too.
Goodbye, dolly.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
It's not going
to work out.
Yes, it is!
Don't leave me,
Max. Please!
I can't stay around here.
It's a death house.
This is your fault!
Say you won't say
"goodbye" to him!
(chuckling):
I'm leaving, see?
You won't see me
around anymore, okay?
So you can just-- you can just
forget all about me.
Max, please.
Leave me alone, Libby!
(coughing)
Tell him you won't
say "goodbye" to him!
I'm out of here.
(crunching)
(wheezing cough)
(wheezing)
(coughs)
(wheezing continues)
Where's my inhaler?
I had an-- where is it?
It's always
in your pocket.
Here, let me look.
MAX:
It's not there.
Did you leave it
on the piano?
(coughing continues)
(wheezing continues)
(wheezing grows
more labored)
Get away from me.
I can't find it.
Don't...
Don't come any closer.
(wheezing):
Get away.
What are you doing?
Karen, what
are you doing?
Karen, get away from him!
(wheezing continues)
Please, please don't say it.
Goodbye, Max.
Goodbye.
Goodbye, Max.
(wheezing)
(whispers):
Goodbye.
No!
Goodbye, Max.
(wheezing slows)
(wheezing stops)
Why don't you say
"goodbye" to me?
Don't you want
me to die, too?
Why don't you
just say "goodbye" to me?
I can't make anyone die!
I just said it
because you were so mean to me.
I don't want
you to die.
I don't want
anyone to die.
I just can't help saying
"goodbye."
I hate you!
I hate you!
I can't help it.
(echoing): I can't help
saying "goodbye."
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I just can't help it.
(plays somber melody)
Here's a present.
Go ahead, put it on.
We're going to the lake.
I'm going to teach
you how to swim.
I'm going to take you out
and teach you how
to swim in the deep water.
(door opens and closes)
?
(sand pattering)
KAREN:
Goodbye, Karen.
Goodbye.
Goodbye, goodbye,
goodbye, goodbye,
goodbye, goodbye, goodbye...
NARRATOR:
The dark side is always there.
Waiting for us to enter.
Waiting to enter us.
Until next time, try
to enjoy the daylight.