02x17 - The Shrine

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[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.

[thunder crashing]

[car approaches]

[car door opens and shuts]

[knocking]

Mother?!

[knocking continues]

Mother!

GIRL:
Mommy? Mommy?

WOMAN:
Mother?

[door opens]

[irritated]:
Mother?!

Christine?

Didn't you hear
me knocking?

Hello, Christine.

Hello, Mother.

It's been a long time.

Six years.

Yeah.

You're all wet.

Oh, I'm sorry.

[sighs]

I suppose you had to work
overtime at the bank.

No. No. I would have
been here on time

except for this
storm hit.

And, oh, I could hardly see
for the last 40 miles.

It's pretty awful.

I made some cookies
for you.

Brewed tea. Oh, it's cold.

You were late.

Well, I'll just
heat it up.

No, I-I really don't
want any tea, thank you.

But you like tea.

It makes me a little nervous.

Oh, we can't have that.

What does that mean?

Well, if you don't like tea,
I-I have some milk.

No, no.

No. I didn't mean that
kind of nervous, Mother.

I, uh, I got over my breakdown
a long time ago.

I don't want to talk about it.

Look, I'm, I'm sorry
that I didn't call

to tell you I was gonna be
a little late.

You really didn't have
to wait up.

Oh, well,
it's all right.

Maybe it is time
to turn in.

It's getting
a little late.

I, um, I put you in
the guest bedroom.

The guest room?
Well...

the guest room
has a nice southern light,

and besides, I'm using
your old room for storage.

Sure, that'll be fine.

Shall we go?

Yeah.

[thunder crashing]

[wind whistling]

I, uh, I thought
you said you used
it for storage.

Oh, well, I do
my knitting in there.

I guess I left
the light on.

Hurry up and get
into your room.

It's... you're... it's cold
out here and you're all wet.

Night, Mother.

Good night.

GIRL:
♪ Three blind mice,
three blind mice ♪

♪ See how they run. ♪

[dog barks in distance]

MOTHER:
Shh!

GIRL:
♪ They all ran after
the farmer's wife ♪

♪ She cut off their tails
with a carving knife ♪

MOTHER:
Shh!

Mother?

MOTHER:
Shh-shh-shh!

[girl giggles]

Mother?!

Ah, good morning.

What are you
doing in there?

Oh, I was knitting,
waiting for you
to wake up.

Well, I thought
I heard voices.

You don't look
like you're awake yet.

I don't think you got
enough sleep.

No, I'm tired.

I guess I'll go
take a shower.

Good.

I'll just start
your breakfast.

I'm not hungry.

It'll do you good.

Just a little
something.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

GIRL:
Dear Diary, Mommy bought me
the most beautiful dress today.

It was so expensive.

"But we're not going to tell
Dad," Mommy said.

We had so much fun.
I love her so much...

[echoing]:
so much... so much...

[voice breaking]: She hasn't
changed a thing in years.

[wind whistling]

Oh, Christine.

Good.

I just filled up
your plate.

Oh, I'll just have some juice.

Now, Chris, you know how
important a good breakfast is.

Why'd you leave all that junk
in my room?

Were you in your room?

Well, you've redone
the rest of the house.

Well, I'm doing one room
at a time.

Well, I didn't know if you'd
ever come home and visit.

I thought I heard voices
in there.

Voices?

Oh, I, uh, I

had the radio on.

I'm listening
to the plays

on the Public
Broadcasting System.

You heard the radio.

It didn't sound
like the radio to me.

It sounded like you
and someone else.

A child's voice.

[knocking]

Yoo-hoo, Mrs. Matthews!

Oh.

WOMAN: I got
your cosmetics.

Boy, what a day to make
deliveries, huh?

Well, we all got
to make a buck.

Whoa! Chris!

[gasps]

What a surprise!

Oh, it's so good
to see you!

You look terrific.

Hey.

Hey.

[both chuckle]

Do you like my hair?

I try a different
color every year.

I haven't seen
you for, what,
how many years?

Six.
Oh...

Well, I'll just go upstairs
and get your check.

Okay.

So where is
this handsome man

I've heard so
much about?

We broke up.

Oh. Oh, boy.

I stuck my foot
in that one, huh?

[chuckles]

Boy, I guess
I haven't changed.

Oh, I'm sorry, though,
I mean, if you are.

I'm not. Just didn't work out.

So is it good to see your mom?

Sure.

Um, you know,

she's in your old room a lot.

What do you mean?

Well, since I moved back
in with Mom and Dad,

I'm sleeping in the same room
I always did.

Remember?
We could always see

right into
each other's rooms

and send signals
across the street?

Well, um,
every time I go to bed,

the light in your room is on.

She's just listening
to the radio.

She just seems
a little low to me.

She's fine.

You want something
to drink?

Huh?
No, no, thanks.

She's fine.

[chuckles]

Didn't we have fun
being cheerleaders?

Lean to the left,
lean to the right!

BOTH:
Stand up, sit down,
fight, fight, fight!

[laughs]

You're the best two cheerleaders
they ever had.

WOMAN:
Oh...

Here you go, Toni.

Thank you.

Come over tonight.

I can't. My brother's
coming by.

Oh, good ol' Chuck, huh?

Okay, tomorrow night.
Make it a date.

Okay.
Okay. Okay.

Bye, Mrs. Matthews.

Good-bye, Toni.

[sighs] She looks just
like her mother.

She's such
a nice girl.

Well, I'm going downstairs
to do the laundry.

[door opens and shuts]

[indistinct conversation]

Aw...

He didn't like dinner.

There you are, Chuck.
I made your favorite.

Mom, you're the greatest.

This is terrific.

Thanks, Mom.

Well, I think
I'll turn in now

so that you two can have
a nice visit. Good night.

Good night.
Night, Mom.

You know,

Mom worries about
you sometimes.

No, she doesn't.

She's, uh, never forgiven me
for having a breakdown.

That was like saying to her,
"You are a lousy mother."

Chris, come on.

And I'm not married, and, uh,
I don't have a big house

and I have no kids
and she hates me for it.

You got to cut
it out, Chris.

You have the rest
of your life.

Everyone fails
in some way.

You've got to learn
to live with it.

Now, come on.

Lighten up, huh?

Okay.

You get out of here.

MOTHER:
Well, such a talented
little girl.

GIRL:
See, there's
a cat, dog...

and a cow and a bird
and a rabbit, too.

Oh, yes!
Did I do a
good picture?

MOTHER:
Oh, you always do
everything so well.

GIRL:
I'm glad.

I want to be
perfect, Mommy.

MOTHER:
You're always such a
good little girl.

You'll never disappoint me
will you, Chrissie?

Never, never, never,
because I love you this much.

Do you love me?

Oh, more than anyone
in the whole world.

CHRISSIE:
I'm glad.

I love you, Mommy.

MOTHER:
You sure you don't want
to come along?

I don't feel like it.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Okay, well, I'll
be back around 4:00.

All right.
Bye.

Have fun.
Thank you.

[door closing]

All right, come on out.

Look, I've seen you.

Come out!

Okay, listen...

if you don't come out
right now...

I'll take Mother away with me
and you'll never see her again.

No, you won't.

I'm not supposed
to let you see me.

Who are you?

I'm Chrissie.
Don't you know that?

What are you doing here?

I live here.

You live here?

Where are your mother
and father?

My mommy is Lucille.

No, she's not.

But she is.

When you left, I came back.

She called to me,
and I liked her voice

because she wanted
to love me

the way I am and the way
I've stayed.

You're going to have to leave,
you know that.

I like it here now.

This is my room.

Get off my bed.

This isn't your room.

Mommy comes to visit me here
every day.

She's not your mommy.

She is, too.

She is not!

She belongs to me now.

Will you just get out of here?

You can't make me.

She doesn't want me
to leave her alone.

She loves me.

She doesn't love you anymore.

Don't say that.

Don't say that!

Don't...!

Oh, God.

CHRISSIE [singsong voice]:
Nah-nee-nah-nee-nah-nee!

Nah-nee-nah-nee-nah-nee!
Nah-nee-nah-nee-nah-nee!

Nah-nee-nah-nee-nah-nee!
Nah-nee-nah-nee-nah-nee!

[wind whistling]
Nah-nee-nah-nee-nah-nee!

Stop it! Stop!

No!

[sobbing]

MOTHER AND CHRISSIE:
♪ Sonnez les matines,
sonnez les matines ♪

♪ Ding-ding-dong,
ding-ding-dong ♪

CHRISSIE:
♪ Frère Jacques,
Frère Jacques... ♪

MOTHER:
Oh, Chrissie, you
sing like an angel.

♪ Sonnez les matines,
sonnez les matines ♪

♪ Ding-ding-dong,
ding-ding-dong. ♪

Mother...

Go away!

Mother...

You can't have her,
she's mine.

Mother, it's me-- Christine.

So what?

I'm her baby now.
You're just a visitor.

Chrissie, let's sing
that song together.

♪ Frère Jacques,
Frère Jacques ♪

♪ Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous? ♪

♪ Sonnez les matines,
sonnez les matines ♪

♪ Ding-ding-dong ♪

♪ Frère Jacques,
Frère Jacques ♪

Mother...

♪ Dormez-vous?
Dormez-vous? ♪

Mother...
♪ Sonnez les matines ♪

♪ Ding-ding-dong,
ding-ding-dong... ♪

Mother, come with me.

♪ Frère Jacques,
Frère Jacques ♪

We have to go, okay?
♪ Dormez-vous?
Dormez-vous? ♪

Mother...
♪ Sonnez les matines ♪

♪ Sonnez les matines ♪
Mother...

♪ Ding-ding-dong... ♪
Quiet!

♪ Ding-ding-dong ♪

♪ Frère Jacques,
Frère Jacques ♪

[Chrissie's voice echoing]:
♪ Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous? ♪

♪ Sonnez les matines,
sonnez les matines ♪

♪ Ding-ding-dong ♪
Shut up!

♪ Ding-ding-dong
Frère Jacques ♪

♪ Frère Jacques ♪
No!

♪ Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous? ♪

♪ Sonnez les matines,
sonnez les matines ♪
Look, Mother...

♪ Ding-ding-dong ♪
Mother?
Please listen to me.

♪ Ding-ding-dong ♪
Mother!

♪ Frère Jacques,
Frère Jacques ♪
I'm not ribbons.

♪ Dormez-vous?
Dormez-vous? ♪
And I'm not diplomas!

♪ Sonnez les matines,
sonnez les matines ♪

♪ Ding-ding-dong
ding-ding-dong ♪
Mother, please.

Please, please!
♪ Frère Jacques,
Frère Jacques ♪

♪ Dormez-vous?
Dormez-vous? ♪
I'm not trophies.

♪ Sonnez les matines,
sonnez les matines ♪
I'm a human being!

♪ Ding-ding-dong,
ding-ding-dong ♪
And I'm not perfect!

♪ Frère Jacques,
Frère Jacques ♪
And I'm real.

♪ Dormez-vous?
Dormez-vous? ♪
It's too late.

You can't change
anything now.

♪ Sonnez les matines,
sonnez les matines... ♪
She's all mine.

I'm going to be
everything you aren't.
♪ Ding-ding-dong ♪

♪ Frère Jacques,
Frère Jacques ♪

♪ Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous? ♪

What are you going to be?

♪ Sonnez les matines ♪

♪ Sonnez les matines ♪
Miss Perfect?!

[song continues]
What are you going to be?
Little Miss Know-It-All?

What are you going to be?!
Miss Popularity?

[song continues]
How many awards are you
going to win?!

[screaming]:
This isn't real!

You're not real!

♪ Frère Jacques,
Frère Jacques... ♪

[Chrissie's laughter echoing]

Mother, look at me!

It's too late.

You stayed away too long.

No.

Mother, you know,
you know what we'll do?

We'll throw-- we'll throw
everything out.

We will, okay?

We'll start
all over.

She's already
started over with me.

No!

You're not real!

Mother, I'm real!

Mother, listen
to me!

Chrissie?

Yes.

Yes, Mommy?

We can go now.

And we'll never,
ever come back.

Never and never and never.

No!

[wind whistling]

[screaming]

[screams]

Stop it!

Mother...

Mother, I need you.

I... need

you!

I do.

[wind subsides]

[sobbing]

Let's sing, Mommy.

♪ Three blind mice,
three blind mice ♪

♪ See how they run,
see how they run ♪

♪ They all run after
the farmer's wife... ♪

Come on, Mommy,
let's sing.

♪ Three blind mice ♪

♪ See how they run,
see how they run ♪

♪ They all run... ♪

[screaming]

No! No!

No! No!

[screaming]

[screaming fades]

[thunder crashing]

Mom... Mama.

Don't leave me.

Please.

Don't leave me.

[giggles]

Honey... honey?

I'm here.

Okay.

Honey.

NARRATOR:
The dark side is always there.

Waiting for us to enter.

Waiting to enter us.

Until next time, try
to enjoy the daylight.