Stephen King's "Bag Of Bones" Part 2 of 2.
By Mikhel for SUBTITULOS.ES ==SPREAD THE WORD==
Help, help, I'm drown...
- Help, I'm drown... - No!
Help, I'm drown...
- No, no. - Help, I'm drown...
- Don't drown.
- I'm drown... - You're OK now...
Oh no! I'm here!
- You're not gonna drown! No! - Help, I'm drown...
Mr. Noonan?
- A-are you okay, Mr. Noonan?
Uh...
Yes.
Yes, I'm fine.
Yes, I'm fine, I'm just, uh...
I just slipped.
I'm sorry to make a habit of scaring you.
I-I just wanted to get the upstairs
as clean as I got the downstairs the other day.
Yeah.
The tub needed a good scouring.
Oh, yeah.
I wanted to fill it up and let it soak
before I scrubbed and drained it.
I hope you don't mind.
No, good idea. Scrub away.
All's well.
Please. Thank you.
Mr. Noonan?
Yes, Mrs. Meserve?
Be careful... even though it's cloudy out,
the summer heat gets muggy.
It's been known to drive more than a few people
a little Dark Score crazy.
That's the second time I've heard that expression...
"Dark Score crazy."
What's it mean?
Oh, it's... It's that whole...
"Curse of Dark Score Lake" stuff...
Just stories people tell around the campfire.
Stories?
People going...
You know...
Mad?
Is that what happens when people go Dark Score crazy?
They go mad?
No, seriously. I mean, how does this happen?
How does what happen, Mr. Noonan?
The madness. Hmm?
What do people do when they go Dark Score crazy?
Mattie Devore's husband, Lance...
He tried to drown their little girl.
Dad!
Who else?
There was normal Jellison back in '68.
"Buddy Jellison's cafe"... Normal Jellison?
Buddy's father.
He held Buddy's little sister under the water...
Drowned her...Right in front of little Buddy's eyes.
Who else?
- Who else, Mrs. Meserve? - I don't know.
There was, uh... Bill Dean's father.
Bill Dean? Our Bill Dean?
His father's name was Fred.
Same kind of thing...
Killed Billy's little sister
40, maybe 50 years ago, I guess it'd be...
Also when they were little.
Let me guess. He tried to drown her.
Drowned her right out there...
Dark Score Lake.
"Help me, I'm drowning."
Pardon me, Mr. Noonan?
Nothing.
Nothing, I was just, um...
Thinking out loud, that's all.
Of course, you didn't hear any of this from me.
- No. - This is a small town.
People don't take too kindly to having their secrets spilled.
It's surprising the secrets that people keep.
No, it ain't, Mr. Noonan.
A person without secrets
is like a scarecrow without stuffing.
The things nobody knows make us who we are.
Tell me something.
Did my wife ever...
Yes, Mr. Noonan?
Did Jo ever have...
Any company here?
"Company," Mr. Noonan?
Was my wife seeing someone?
Not that I'm aware of, Mr. Noonan.
Okay.
Now, if there's nothing more...
No.
Thank you.
Oh, Jo.
Jo, I'm sorry. I just...
Overdue books?
Come on, Jo.
What are you hiding from me?
Show me.
Oh!
♪ Suddenly in my prime
♪ I mean I'm happy as a bird ♪
♪ flying up above
"The Curse of Dark Score Lake."
Oh, Max Devore.
You were as ugly then as you are now.
"Tanglewood nursing home."
"And Sara Tidwell's disappearance
"at the height of her fame at the close of the 1930s
gave rise to much speculation."
Hmm...
♪ She was bored
♪ but she was honest
♪ the victim of a rich man's whim ♪
♪ he betrayed her in the garden ♪
- Hey, you. - Jackpot!
What's that supposed to mean?
John Storrow, my lawyer... He just called
and said that he found a link
between Elmer Durgin, you know, Kyra's Ad Litem
from the custody proceedings.
Who's supposed to be completely unbiased.
Right, right, right... and none other than Max Devore.
- Get out of here. - It's true!
Since late may, Durgin has paid off his house.
He's paid off his car. He's bought a boat.
He's caught up on ten years' worth of child support.
All on a government salary.
And he's received several deposits into his bank account,
courtesy of Devore.
It's over, Mike.
It's over. This custody case is over.
They're not going to grant him custody of Kyra,
not with that type of judicial tampering.
Great. The home team wins.
Hmm?
I can't thank you enough, Mike.
I mean, if you would've caved in to Devore,
like everybody else in this town,
Kyra and I would be saying our good-byes probably soon.
Oh, well, thanks for saying so,
but I don't think I really... But... but nothing.
I mean, you stood up for us
as if you were our... Our knight in shining armor.
- Thanks. - I'll never forget that.
What is it?
It's... it's him.
Who?
Him.
The... the guy, the one that I saw Jo having dinner with
at Warrington's.
That's the guy I've been worried about...
The one who I thought was sleeping with Jo?
That's my brother, Sid.
What?
My gay brother, Sid.
I love you, Sid.
Yeah, well, it still doesn't explain
why she didn't tell me she was pregnant
in the first place, but...
It's good enough for now.
Yeah, I guess it is.
Hey, listen, um...
Thanks for coming over. Are you kidding?
I couldn't wait to tell you the good news.
Well, congratulations. It went well.
- I'll see you soon? - Sure. Yeah.
Good.
Oh, my God.
Jo?
Did you do this?
Are you...
Are you upset?
♪ Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts ♪
♪ oh, what a couple in love ♪
I'm right there with you, baby.
- I'm right there with you, baby. - Sara.
I'm right there with you, baby.
Sara Tidwell.
Oh, come on.
This damn thing's driving me nuts.
Come on.
"Sid...Down...
Lift."
Jo, is this about your dinner with Sid?
Hey, Sid, it's Mike.
Um, listen, when you get this message,
will you give me a call?
Uh, there's something I want to ask you.
Okay, talk soon.
Okay.
Hey, Sid. Hey, Mikey.
I just noticed I missed your call... what's up?
Uh... It's, um...
It's about Jo.
You okay?
I haven't heard from you in a while.
Starting to get worried.
No, no, no, I'm great.
I'm really, really, really good.
Uh, really enjoying myself out here.
Glad you pushed me out the door, you know.
It's a change of scenery...
Good for the spirit, so to speak.
Well, that's great.
You sound out of breath, by the way, like, uh...
Like you've been knockin' the boots or something.
No, no, no knocking boots for me.
Yeah, well, okay, whatever, Mikey.
So what's going on?
Uh...
When, uh...
When you and Jo got together up here for dinner, um...
Yeah, it's that, uh, big old place, um...
Warrington's?
Warrington's! Yeah, that's it.
Well, when you were there,
or a-anywhere around Dark Score, I guess,
uh, did something happen with a lift?
A lift?
A lift. Uh, did you take a lift somewhere?
Was there a place called "the lift"?
I mean, I-I don't know... Anything to do with a lift.
Sorry, Mikey, it's... It's not ringing any bells.
Okay, okay. All right, uh...
Don't worry.
All's well. Thanks.
Why do you ask?
Oh, it's... it's just, um, something I'm working on,
something that's, uh...
Rattling around inside my head.
Hey, fantastic! Oh, that's great, Mikey.
Glad to hear it.
Sorry I couldn't help you, though.
Yeah.
Hey, listen, Sidney, don't worry.
You take care of yourself now. Love you.
Talk to you soon, Mikey. Bye.
Okay, take care.
All right.
Hey, green lady.
How are you this day, huh?
Oh?
You want to tell me something?
Hmm?
Oh, Jesus.
Yeah.
Whore run off and left you, has she, Noonan?
I always liked a whore.
Didn't I, rogette?
Yes, sir... In their place.
She good, that little whore?
Must be good to have kept my son a prisoner
in that nasty little trailer
before killing him.
What do you want, Devore?
Do you care about your soul, Mr. Noonan?
God's butterfly caught in a cocoon of flesh
that will one day stink and rot
just like mine.
What the hell are you talking about?
I'm going to give you one chance to save your soul.
Go away...
Right now, this very day,
in the clothes you stand in,
and leave the whore and the "whorelet" to me.
That "whorelet" you're talking about
is your granddaughter!
I'm not afraid to do the things that need to be done.
You're even crazier than I thought, the two of you.
Are you sure you want to be
the little girl's hero, Noonan?
Just get out of my space, the two of you.
Are you crazy?
Rogette was always quite an athlete.
Don't forget, Mr. Noonan...
Custody has its responsibilities.
Hi, you've reached the lake house, please leave me a message.
Hey, Mike, I tried to call your cell,
but the voice mail didn't pick up.
I Fed Ex'd you a bunch of galleys
for red shirt man earlier today.
And I got to tell you again, Mike,
I think this is the best Michael Noonan book yet.
Scribner feels the same way, too,
which is why they did such great work on the cover, I think.
Mm, I should have sent them the one I wrote 15 years ago.
That one would have really knocked their socks off.
But as you know, with this crunch publication schedule,
time is of the essence,
so the sooner you can get back to us
with your final revisions, the better.
Oh, sure, Marty.
Nothing pressing going on here, mate.
Thanks, Mike... hope you're doing well otherwise.
Give my love to...
I'll see you soon, Mike. Congratulations again.
Why not?
"Sid down lift."
"Side down left."
"Side...Down...Left."
Down left side.
Hmm.
There you go.
Gotcha.
Oh, Jo. Jo, Jo, Jo.
You and I were such nuts for times crosswords.
Weren't we just?
Although I think I was the bigger nut.
Here we go. All right.
"Booya-moon. Booya-moon."
"Booya-moon"?
What does that mean?
Yes?
Ah.
Deputy foot...Man.
I've got a message for you.
Do you, now? What is it?
Another threat from Methuselah?
No threats.
You might call this good news.
You know your boss almost killed me today?
Yeah.
If you promise to cease all legal maneuvers,
if you promise to let Mr. Devore rest in peace, so to speak,
then he promises to cease his efforts
to gain custody of his granddaughter.
What are you saying?
If this suits you, call Mr. Devore at Warrington's
and tell him you agree to the terms.
- Uh-huh. And what's the catch?
There's no catch.
Mr. Devore is nothing if not a man of his word.
Hmm.
Peachy.
Rogette Whitmore speaking.
- Uh-huh. This is Mike Noonan.
So wonderful to hear from you, Mr. Noonan.
Did you enjoy your swim?
You and Mr. Devore seem to be sore losers, Ms. Whitmore.
Mr. Devore does not lose.
But he does not lose.
You were the one who looked like a loser today, Mr. Noonan...
Pawing around and yelping out there like a bitch in heat.
Listen, you ugly bitch,
if either of you ever try anything like that again,
I'm going to come over there
and wring your scrawny Turkey necks.
Do you understand me?
And who's the sore loser now, Mr. Noonan?
Enough pleasantries.
We have a deal.
Wonderful, Mr. Noonan.
And before I let you go,
Mr. Devore would like me to remind you
"custody has its responsibilities."
♪ Sometimes I feel
♪ like a motherless child
♪ sometimes I feel
♪ like a motherless child
♪ sometimes I feel
♪ like a motherless child ♪ a long way
♪ from home ♪ a long ways from home ♪
♪ Sometimes I feel
♪ like I'm almost gone
♪ sometimes I feel
♪ like I'm almost gone
♪ sometimes I feel
♪ like I'm almost gone ♪ a long way
♪ from home ♪ a long way ♪ from home ♪
What happened to you, Sara?
Mike, Mr. Mike, help me!
Sweetheart, what's wrong, child?
Huh? Where is she?
Okay, come. Come with me.
There, there!
♪ Sometimes I feel
Come, come, quick, quick.
♪ Like a motherless child okay.
Uh, let's go down this way, come on.
Come this way.
Over here!
This way, this way.
Let's go in here, in here. Very quiet.
There's a good girl.
Stay there, okay?
I'm scared, Mr. Mike.
We're going to be fine, Kyra.
But you have to be very, very quiet.
Okay?
All right.
Really quiet.
Just keep squeezing my hand if you feel scared, okay?
But...
I'm not holding your hand, Mr. Mike.
Are you scared, too, little one?
Oh, child. Do you want us to help you?
Max Devore is dead.
But custody still has its responsibilities!
No!
- They're hurting me! - Kyra!
Please help me!
Kyra!
Lie still, bag of bones.
Shit.
Oh, jeez.
Hey.
Hello?
Mike, it's Mattie.
Hey, Mattie, how are you?
You'll never guess what I'm calling to tell you.
- Max Devore's dead? - Yes.
He killed himself last night.
Is it already making the rounds?
Yeah, yeah, something like that.
You know what this means, Mike?
- Uh-uh, no, what is it?
It's over.
That's good.
That's really good, Mattie.
I'm very happy for you. Congratulations.
Do you want to come over tomorrow night after the funeral?
- A-are you going to the funeral?
No, but you are.
And you're going to come over and tell me every little last detail.
Uh...
Well, let... let me just think about this one, now.
I'm not sure. Um, just let me think about it.
Absolutely.
I mean, you take all the time you need, but...
Go on. But what?
Jo would want you to be happy, you know?
I'm sorry.
I-I shouldn't have said that.
I-I-I shouldn't have said any of this.
It's okay.
You've done no wrong. All's good.
I'll come over for dinner tomorrow night.
I look forward to it.
Yeah, yeah, me too. Okay.
Good-bye.
Okay, bye.
Lie still bag of bones. Lie still bag of bones.
Oh, God.
Hello, sir.
What are you doing here?
I'm sorry. I don't mean to disturb you.
Harold, is it really you?
Harold?
You look so young, so young.
But you're dead, Harold.
What are you doing here?
How can this be? Sir, I'm not...
Max is dead.
I went to his funeral today.
Old mad Max Devore is finally dead.
Sir... I'm not Harold.
I'm Mike.
Harold was my grandfather.
And I take it that you and my grandfather
were old friends.
We grew up together.
Yeah.
My name is Edgar white.
It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. white.
Oh, "Edgar" is fine.
"Mr. white" is my old man.
And he's been gone for a long time.
What are you doing here?
Well, I was at, uh, Max Devore's funeral today,
and I saw you.
And, um, well, you looked pretty upset.
Max was an old friend.
It's never easy to bury an old friend.
Mm.
Max Devore and me... We grew up together.
Harold and normal and Fred...
And old Max, of course.
They're all gone now.
I'm the last one left.
But, you know,
I told your missus all of this already.
My missus?
Well, yeah, yeah, um...
Jo Noonan, right?
- Mm-hmm.
I didn't realize you and she had talked.
Pretty gal.
How is she?
She, uh...
She passed away.
Sorry to hear that.
What did you two talk about?
Oh, nothing much.
She had a bunch of questions about the history
of Dark Score Lake.
Said she wanted to write an article or a book or something.
Did she want to know about Dark Score fair in 1939...
And Sara Tidwell?
Among other things, yeah.
But I told her...
I don't know anything.
But you were lying to her, weren't you?
Hmm?
You do know something.
I bet there's lots of things you know
you wish you could just forget, hmm?
Max Devore is dead now, Edgar.
He can't hurt you anymore.
That's not always true.
Tell me the secret of Max Devore
that you keep in your heart after all these years.
Tell me, Edgar.
Tell me what happened...
To you, Max Devore... And Sara Tidwell.
It's not about what happened
between me and Devore and Sara Tidwell.
What is it, then?
It's about what we did.
Tell me.
Just tell me.
It was the summer of '39...
At the Dark Score fair.
♪
♪ she was poor...
Sara Tidwell was performing on the main stage.
And she was like nothing
we had ever seen before around these parts.
♪
it was me, Fred Dean,
normal Jellison, your grandfather Harold Noonan,
and mad Max Devore.
Even then, Max was the man with the plan.
And everyone knew that he would eventually
run Dark Score Lake
and become a very rich and important man in the world.
It was Max's idea to go to the show.
♪ He took her in...
We were all het up from the show.
♪ A small port wine
and it was Max who suggested we pay Sara a visit afterwards.
Of course, none of us knew what Max had planned.
At least that's what I've been telling myself
all these years.
I liked your show.
Well, thank you, sugar.
Maybe I'll see you at the next one.
I'm talking to you, girl.
Don't you turn away from me.
Liking my singing doesn't buy you a right to me.
Stop her!
You think you can sing the way you do
and get away with it, huh?
You think you and your kind can boil our blood
and not give us what we want when you're done, huh?
Come here.
Get over here and help me hold her down, damn it.
Gonna teach this uppity bitch
a lesson.
You going to tell me you're sorry, bitch?
You going to beg me for forgiveness?
I don't beg for nothing...
Especially not for no little boy.
Go home, honey!
Now! Run!
Mommy!
Run, Kisha baby, run! Run!
Where's all your tough talk now?
Not my daughter.
Please don't hurt my little girl.
I'll do anything...
Anything you say! Please!
You already are doing anything I say.
Get her.
You think we can leave any witnesses?
Even I can't get us out of this one.
Now catch that little girl and take her out to the lake.
No! Oh, God,!
Please, please...
Please, I'll do anything.
Please just don't hurt my little girl.
Please. Please!
Help, I'm drown...
Please, don't hurt my baby!
Please, God!
No, no, no!
Shut that bitch up. Somebody's going to hear her.
Oh, no! No, stop!
You...
And your kin are cursed!
You and your sons
are going to do to your daughters what you've done to mine.
With your own hands,
you will murder your daughters.
And with their own hands,
your sons are going to murder their daughters.
A curse on you and yours
until you're all gone!
Max told us that we could never mention
a word of it to anyone
for as long as we lived,
that it would ruin us all.
He had us bury their bodies out in the woods.
And that was the end of Sara Tidwell
and her daughter, Kisha.
- Hi. - Hey.
- Come in. - I made it.
- Y-you don't...
"Kiss the cook".
Well?
Well.
I think we have a visitor.
- Hi, Mr. Mike. - Hi, miss Ky.
How's it going?
- Good. - Good.
What you up to?
Will you read me my bedtime story, please?
Sweetheart, I told you, no begging Mr. Mike.
I would be more than happy to read you a bedtime story.
Come on. Hooray!
How can I refuse?
- Mm-hmm. - Mm-hmm.
"For her birthday, Kim's mom invited her to the fair
"that just came to town for the week.
"'Get dressed, my love, and we'll go.'
"'okay, mom.'
"at the fair, many people were waiting to buy tickets.
"From far away, she saw the big wheel.
Kim was so happy."
I dreamed about you the other night.
You did?
Mm-hmm.
And what was your dream about?
A circus...
Or...
A fair or something.
And...
What happened in this dream of yours the other night?
You were trying to save me from the bad men,
and the mad lady was singing.
And we hid in a real scary place.
But the mad lady's little girl was hiding, too.
And that girl...
Was she the mad lady's daughter?
- Mm-hmm.
♪
how do you know that?
Because she told me, silly.
She did?
- Mm-hmm. She's my friend.
Oh, she's your friend.
Since when?
Ever since...
Her mommy, the mad lady, made my daddy try to...
Hurt me.
It was the mad lady who made your daddy do that?
- Mm-hmm.
Her daughter's name is Kisha.
And it's called a curse.
A curse.
Can we finish reading my book now, Mr. Mike?
Sure. On one condition.
You call me "Mike."
Okay, Mike.
It's a deal. It's a deal.
How is she?
She's good. She's, uh...
Out like a light.
What's the matter?
She, uh... I don't know... She mentioned something
- about a little girl named Kisha. - Oh, yeah.
That's her imaginary friend, Kisha,
but it's okay, 'cause the doctor said
that she's perfectly normal and I don't have a crazy kid,
so that's... That's good.
So the funeral?
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have made you go.
No, no, no, no, no, actually that's been the
best part of the last couple of days for me...
Seeing that old bastard lowered into the ground once and for all.
- Yeah. - I, um...
I learned about the disappearance
of Sara Tidwell today
from an old man in a rest home,
who, it turns out, Jo had also visited before she died.
Do you know who Sara Tidwell is?
Lance, my husband, used to listen to her music before...
I, uh... I didn't know she disappeared.
In 1939.
Only she didn't really disappear... she was killed.
After she played at the Dark Score fair one day,
she was raped.
And then she and her little daughter, Kisha,
were killed by a group of teenagers,
led by the young Max Devore.
Oh, my God.
Which would explain why...
Lance got interested in her music
before he tried to kill Kyra.
Tell me.
A curse...
On all the young men who killed Sara Tidwell and her little girl.
With her dying breath,
she cursed them all.
If they or any of their descendants had daughters...
They would do the same horrible things to their little girls
that they had done to Sara Tidwell
and her little girl.
Their descendants included Buddy Jellison
and Bill Dean's fathers.
That explains why they drowned their daughters
all those years later.
One of that group was my grandfather, Harold Noonan...
No! Please.
Who willed the lake house to Jo and myself.
Did your father murder your sister?
- No, no, no, I-I didn't have any sisters.
There was just Sid and me.
Oh, my God, Mike, don't you see?
This is the final piece of the puzzle.
This is why Jo didn't want to tell you she was pregnant.
Jo had learned of the curse.
That's why she had all those library books.
That's why she had Sara Tidwell's albums and... and photographs.
It's why she went to see that man in the rest home.
That's why she used to visit Dark Score
lake all those weekends before she died.
She wasn't having an affair.
She was researching Sara Tidwell.
Mike... when she thought she might be pregnant,
- she was worried about you. - Worried about me?
Worried that you might be bound to this curse by blood.
Thank you.
I just don't want to doubt Jo anymore.
I just don't want to doubt her.
No, Mattie.
Oh, Mattie.
No, no.
Oh, no.
Oh, God.
Mattie, hey, I'm here.
I'm here. Don't... come on.
- T-take care of my baby.
I will.
I will, Mattie. I'll take care of Kyra.
I promise you, no one's going to hurt her.
No one's going to hurt her, okay?
Mattie...
No!
I see you!
Why?
You killed her!
Why? Why did you kill her?
You should have left well enough alone!
This thing was always bigger...
Bigger than Devore even. Yeah?
And now we need to take care of Kyra.
"We" do? Yeah.
What's happening, Mike?
We got to go, Ky...
- Now. - Mommy's dead, isn't she?
Yes.
Come, come, now. Now, let's go.
How could you do this?
It's the sins of the father, Mike.
I told you to keep away from Devore.
Devore is dead. You can stop this now.
No, this will only stop when the last little girl is dead.
Kyra Devore is the last descendant with the blood of the curse.
Custody has its responsibilities!
You're telling me he wanted custody so he could kill her?
Is that what you're saying?
Go to hell, both of you.
I'm scared, Mike.
All right, sweetheart.
Come on in. Sit down here.
Okay, let me just put this towel around you.
Let's get you dry.
There we go. Ooh.
How about this bath?
Ah!
Come on, let's get you out of these wet clothes.
There's a good girl.
Come on.
Here we go, my little angel.
Just lie down there.
Here, let me take this towel.
There's a good girl.
Okay, all right.
Let me see if I've got something that's good
for a six-year-old girl.
Okay.
Here's a t-shirt.
It's a little bit big, but...
Here you go.
All right, and, uh... I'll just...
I'll just put this there.
♪
♪ and the blame all lies on him ♪
♪
♪ and she lost her name again ♪
♪
finish it, daddy.
Finish it, daddy. Finish it, daddy.
Oh, God!
Custody has its responsibility!
Now, you go and bring that whorelet over here
and stick her in the water where she belongs.
No!
You can't make me do this!
Finish it, daddy.
Lie still, bag of bones.
Where are you, Jo?
Come on.
Lie still, bag of bones.
Is that what you are, Jo?
Is that where you've been hiding all along...
Inside my writing?
"Down left side."
Well, if you've been hiding inside my writing, then...
"Down left side"?
"Owls...Above... Studio."
"Owls above studio."
So that's why you wanted me to write, Jo.
So you could send me messages without Sara knowing...
Messages behind the gatekeeper's back.
"Lie still, bag of bones."
"Lye..."
Lye.
Lye will still her bag of bones.
Owls in the studio.
Lye...
Will still her bag of bones.
You hadn't figured out where those bones were before you died...
Or you would have done this yourself, wouldn't you?
Huh?
Come on.
The green lady.
Finish it.
Aah!
I am so sorry what they did to you and your daughter, Sara.
Leave him alone!
His blood is cursed.
And Devore was the worst of them. And his blood is in that little girl.
And I won't rest
until she is dead at his hands.
Mike and Kyra had nothing to do with this.
Their kin killed my baby!
We did it, Jo.
You did it.
I love you.
Kyra?
What are you doing, Kyra?
What the lady tells me to do.
No, no, no, no, honey. They're at rest now.
Sara and Kisha are at rest, sweetheart.
Not Sara.
Her.
Who?
We do not lose, Mr. Noonan.
Max Devore does not lose.
Kyra, turn away!
Oh, shh. Shh.
Shh, child. Shh.
It's over, baby girl.
Oh, sweet child.
No, no.
Come, now, baby girl, don't cry.
Bye, mommy.
Oh, my sweet child.
Come on. Come on.
Oh.
Oh, no. Oh, darling.
We're transporting now could you prepare the report, please?
Hey...
What did mommy tell you when she whispered in your ear?
She told me to be a good girl
and not to be sad.
But I am sad.
I know.
And that's okay.
I'm sad, too.
But we'll be okay, I promise you.
I promise you.
I know.
You do?
- Mm-hmm.
Mommy told me.
She said I was your little girl now
and that you're gonna take care of me.
Did she, now?
She told me you're ready to be a daddy now.
Oh, come here.
Yeah.
Yes.
Yeah.
Should we go for a paddle in the canoe?
- Mm-hmm.
Should we do that?
- Go up the river. - Yeah.
Yeah. Have an adventure.
I think it's a good idea. Let's go.
Come on. You need a piggyback.
Piggyback. Okay.
By Mikhel for SUBTITULOS.ES ==SPREAD THE WORD==