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Thank you.
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Mommy!
Do you know who this is?
Hi, Lily. I'm your mom.
Welcome home.
Mommy, you have to see what I made.
What? What did you make?
Look, it's a two-way radio.
- You did this all by yourself? - Mmm-hmm.
It still needs work before I'll be able to talk to you in Afghanistan.
I never would have been able to do that at your age. It's very impressive, Tommy.
I'll put this in your room.
Those scars say a lot about you.
What?
That I went to war a doctor and came back a soldier, like you said I would?
No. Don't.
You know, most of them are on your front, not on the back.
It tells me my wife was always facing danger.
She never ran away.
Tells me you're a hero.
Is that really how you feel about me now?
I'm a hero?
For going to war after giving birth to our baby girl.
That fight we had...
Whoa. You've never done that before.
Sorry.
But I didn't say, I don't like it.
[EERIE VOICE WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY]
Emily?
Did you fight in the war?
[ETHAN SINGING IN OTHER LANGUAGE]
Hey, Love. You okay?
What's this?
It's Tiki Totem. Brought it back from Hawaii.
The natives believe that it brings good luck.
Hello there.
Hey.
She has your eyes.
I'll give you two a minute, okay.
Hey, bye-bye.
- Bye-bye. -
Hey, let's get you into bed.
Tommy, what are you doing here?
Just watching over Lily, Mom.
Come, I'll tuck you into bed.
You should read Daddy's book about Hawaii.
He never shares his work with me until he's done.
Then don't tell him about it.
He keeps it in his study behind his new book.
- He's writing a new book? - A book for children.
Come, let's get you to bed.
I'm sure we can still get you to your piano class in time, Emma.
I'm not playing piano anymore.
- What? But you used to love... - Oh, you know teenagers.
Love the things they used to hate,
hate the things they used to love.
Including us.
Uh, look, we can just take the bus.
- I'm sure, it's nothing. - Well, I'm pretty sure, it is.
So, that's where my wrench went.
How about you help me out with the car?
- Still working on that radio? It's much better now.
I talk to Daddy when he's asleep.
How is that even possible?
Tommy, having an imagination is one thing. Lying is quite another.
Tesla said, one day we'll be able to talk to people in other dimensions.
How about you hand me that wrench?
Tom, could you grab an extension too?
Sure, be right back.
Tom. Stop playing games. You're wasting water!
Bee!
It's okay. It's okay.
Where does Dad keep your EpiPen?
- You okay? -
Emergency services, which service do you require?
Hi, hi, I have an emergency. My son's allergic to bees and he's just...
I'm fine, Mommy. You don't have to take me.
Just a second. Tommy, you need to go to the hospital.
Last time it happened, Dad didn't take me.
He didn't?
- Uh, nev-never mind, so-sorry. - Okay.
You'll tell me if you feel strange, right?
Okay.
Uh...
Tommy.
Did you notice any sound of water in the garage just now?
I want to show you Dad's work before he comes back from town.
Tommy, that's called snooping.
It's called having an interest in what your parents do for a living!
Do you know that demons can enter people?
This is a Mujina. A woman without a face.
Dad says her name is Akela.
Tommy. I'm not sure how comfortable I am with us messing up your dad's study.
I'll do it quickly to relieve you of your discomfort as soon as possible!
These are the Night Marchers.
One look into their eyes can suck you in forever.
Spells.
See, a whole book filled with chants.
A kahuna did one on me to protect me!
Scary stuff, isn't it?
And if you look at that,
you can't really blame me for wanting to write something for children, can you?
Tommy, could I have a moment with your dad please?
Ethan, you're a professor at Oxford commissioned to explore
the early Polynesian history of the Hawaiian culture, I mean,
why the sudden interest of writing children books?
Look at all this.
I mean, all these things!
They're just things to you and me.
We call them what the natives call them,
at the end of the day, it's just stuff we're interested in.
And we study it like we dissect insects.
Look.
This is Mali.
I met her on my research trip to Hawaii.
I pretended to believe her when she told me what she believed in.
I sucked all her most intimate stories out of her,
for what, to sell it to the world.
Making people care about how she sees the world. What's wrong with that?
I'm making the whole world want to visit Hawaii,
and then turn whatever makes her special into some cheap tourist attractions.
That's what's wrong.
I want to go back.
I want to return all the artefacts.
Maybe it'll be good for you too, good for us.
We could turn it into a family holiday.
You've never exploited anyone.
I only just got back.
- I missed it. - I know.
[TOMMY CHANTING IN OTHER LANGUAGE]
Tommy, what are you doing?
Doing the spell to protect me against bad things happening.
The one the kahuna taught me.
Nothing bad's going to happen to you.
I'm here to protect you.
I love you.
Come on, let's go get something to eat.
Did you know that demons can enter people?
We need to talk about Tommy.
- I'm worried about him. - Mmm-hmm.
Forgive me for being crude,
but you're not crazy, you know.
Excuse me?
Here's my card.
Don't let them know, I've given that to you.
It's bad for business, if patients realize they're not "patients" after all.
But...
There is something...
ominous that surrounds your home.
Ah. Give me a ring when that makes sense to you.
Mrs. Cormack, the doctor will see you now.
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Izzy, what are you doing?
I came back from the doctor and found this.
- I want to know, who did it and why... - Tommy.
It was Tommy.
He did it, just before you got back.
What? Why?
I don't know. Maybe, he's just looking for attention.
Tommy?
Tommy, did you turn these photographs around?
I'm getting to the bottom of this.
All right, Tommy let's go.
I remember the first time you told me you wanted to play the piano.
We went to this shopping center and there was a pianist playing in the clothing department.
You stopped and asked if we could stay and listen.
I sat with you for 20 minutes.
When he finished playing, you looked up at me and you said...
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