Wait Till Helen Comes

Subtitles by explosiveskull

We came back to Baltimore

to pick up the last few things.

I haven't slept in days.

Weird dreams are back.

I can't tell mom.

If I have to see one more useless doctor

or take another stupid pill, I'm really gonna go insane.

Come on, Molly!

I hate leaving this place.

Well you hated living here.

At least in Hallowell you'll have less people to fight with

and you won't have to move schools every year

because there's only one.

These are the last bits.

Get the rest of this stuff, please.

Okay, people, we have to get Dave's daughter before 10:00

so let's go.

We're picking her up today?

You promised you would welcome her, remember?

Hello!

Hi.

Heather.

It's so good to see you.

You remember Michael and Molly?

I'm not sure what's worse,

living in the middle of nowhere,

or starting a new life with Dave and Heather.

I feel like I'm abandoning dad, his spirit, in a way.

Michael, will he even remember him at all?

Maybe mom's right.

Maybe leaving the past behind is what everyone needs.

Here we are.

Everybody grab something.

Isn't it beautiful?

Careful, my specimens are in that box.

Okay.

Never moving again.

That's the idea.

Molly, you make room for other stuff?

Yes, I did when you asked me yesterday.

Heather, come on.

Do you want this bed?

I really don't care.

Great.

TV's not working.

Take Heather outside.

Do you wanna go outside?

We can tour a bit.

I'm going, so if you wanna come, you can just...

Can you please fix it?

Heather!

Heather!

Heather!

Where are you?

What are you doing?

Come on, let's go!

You're so weird.

I thought you'd get an advance.

It doesn't work that way.

I've gotta turn in a couple chapters.

What are we gonna do if they decide it's not...

Mom, there's something strange about this place.

Not what?

I don't know, not what they're looking for.

Where's Heather?

I don't know, in the woods.

You don't leave a child alone in the woods.

You were supposed to look after her.

I told you.

I know.

Okay, you've been in there long enough.

Time to come out.

Turning.

This way!

Come on, Molly!

Molly, come.

Come out and play.

We can play hide and seek.

There's a ghost outside the house.

There's no one out there.

Okay, bedtime.

It's probably just the wind.

Here you go.

Thanks.

I'm gonna finally start painting tomorrow.

Molly?

Dave's gonna write his book.

We're gonna make some money and renovate this place.

Maybe you'll even have your own room.

Right.

I want you to remember this, okay?

Heather's been through a lot for a little girl her age.

You know what it's like to lose a parent.

You know how much you've struggled.

It hasn't been easy for her either.

I just need you to be the big sister, okay?

Hello?

Where are you guys?

Mrs. Birkin, my 1st grade teacher.

In memory of RM and MM, 1886.

Hey Molly, Mr. Simmonds says the church

was built in the 1800s.

Great.

Some of these graves are almost 200 years old.

We have a neighbor.

Susanna Berry, June 10th, 1832.

Why is there a lamb there?

For a child.

They didn't have medicine back then.

Measles, chickenpox, scarlet fever,

that's what killed the children.

Fires too.

Her mother died in a fire.

What are you doing?

Seriously, you guys shouldn't be

messing with graves.

Molly, you gotta see this.

That's strange.

What's strange?

Impossible to bury someone here.

Why is that?

Too many roots.

H.E.H.

Just initials.

Those are my initials.

Your initials are H.E.H.?

Come on, guys, let's go.

Come on,

you kids shouldn't be playing around here anyway.

You're not alone.

You never told me there'd be a bunch of dead people

buried in our backyard.

Dave!

What?

We found a graveyard by the woods.

I'm writing.

Did you guys know?

Well did you?

A lot of old churches had graveyards on the property.

Seriously, dead people?

Imagine what quack neighbors there'll be.

What happens when people die?

Does a part of you live forever

or is it just like going to sleep and never waking up?

Since dad, I think a lot about death,

but it's strange when it's the death of a little girl.

Where do you think her body is?

Whose body?

The dead girl.

The one in the graveyard.

She has the same initials as me, H.E.H.

Don't you think that's strange?

No, it's probably just a coincidence.

I don't think you should worry about it.

My heart was pounding just at the thought.

What if they'd been my initials?

Hey, Molly.

Wanna go to the store with me?

Paper and pens are a writer's best friend.

Thanks.

Hi.

Good day.

Would you have any carbon paper?

Sure thing, sir.

How many boxes would you like?

Three boxes, 100 sheets.

Okay.

Thank you.

So far, living here is worse than I imagined.

Mom and Dave aren't exactly your typical parents.

As long as we turn up for meals and bedtime,

they don't worry too much about us.

Mommy!

You awake?

Do you not see me sitting at my desk?

We need to talk.

It's possible, isn't it?

Maybe a crossed signal?

It could've been a voice from the radio.

Probably.

I'm not making this up.

Do you want a sip?

I'm not drinking that.

Is that Dave's?

What's wrong with you?

There was a newspaper article

about a missing girl at the store.

I asked the guy and he said they never found her.

Mom's right.

You should give this place a chance.

I'm going to bed.

Stop worrying about dead people.

Molly!

Molly!

Over here!

Over here.

Come this way.

This way!

Helen?