Did you hear me?
Peter, Wendy, breakfast!
Kids, you'll be late for school!
Peter? Wendy?
I don't want any breakfast, Mom.
Come with me, Peter.
Peter, come here.
Sit and eat.
-I don't want any, Mom.
Please; I'm asking you.
-I'm not hungry.
In that case, I'm hungry.
You're not eating either?
Hernando, what was that?
God only knows.
Do you know, Cora...
Our Tom would have turned forty today.
Just imagine. We're sitting here,
just like we are now,
And suddenly a car stops by the road.
And out comes... Who do you think?
Our Tom.
Tall. Handsome. Alive.
He smiles and runs to us,
And we're laughing and crying with joy.
And then, late in the evening,
We've set a table,
we're celebrating.
Drinking strong old wine.
Drinking to Tom's birthday.
And in the morning,
he takes us far, far away.
To some forgotten island
Where no-one lives,
only you, me and Tom.
And summer never ends.
Never! It can never happen!
Shut up! Shut up!
Shut up! -Cora, forgive
an old fool. I'll stop.
I'll stop thinking about our Tom.
Cora, come on...
So, little guy. You keep running.
What for? Relax.
It's alright. It's alright.
Don't worry,
he's impossible to understand.
He's my favorite. I call him Gandhi.
Complete disintegration of speech logic.
Says everything backwards. Funny, no?
The only trouble is,
he keeps trying to escape.
Say, you don't look too well.
Is something the matter?
Come on, speak up.
You didn't just come here to do rounds.
I'd like you to take a look at our
nursery. -What's wrong with it? -No idea.
What is that, Dave? I've seen
something like it this morning.
This morning? Michael,
you're living in a fantasy land.
This has been going on for almost
a year. Like the good book said:
"And the graves were opened; and many
bodies of the saints which slept arose,
"And came out of the graves,
and appeared unto many."
What do you mean, saints.
-Here's what I mean.
Those things you see,
they're not people.
What are they? -Who knows.
They appear to the living
Looking like their dead
friends or loved ones.
And live with them.
-Are you out of your mind?
Me? Why? -The dead stay dead.
These people from
the quarantine services,
They seem to think so.
-And you don't think so?
Maybe. Who was it that said:
"Man is miserable
because he is mortal."
That must be the greatest
form of insanity.
The pursuit of happiness.
You've got a regular zoo here.
-Something like that.
This morning I locked the nursery,
but the kids still got in.
Though maybe that's for the best, so
you can see what they've been doing.
Kill! Kill them!
Why aren't you at school? What are you
doing in the nursery? I locked it!
Alright, we'll talk about this later,
right now, get out of here!
No, don't change the mental combination.
Leave the walls as they are. Go.
That's how we live now. Cheerful.
-Just like my clinic.
They look real, don't they?
You don't suppose there's any way
they could become real?
Some flaw in the machinery, through tampering
or something... -That's insane.
What is this? -An old wallet
of mine. I found it here like this.
Why is there blood on it?
-That's what I wanted to ask you.
Michael, I'm a psychiatrist,
not a criminologist.
Seriously, though, I think your
children are just playing a mean prank.
Poked three holes with a nail
and added a little paint.
What if this isn't paint? -Then what?
Let's get out of here.
I can't stand these rooms.
What is this?
That's Linda's scarf.
Why the long face?
Cheer up, Michael.
Everybody's mad about these rooms now.
And if it's everybody,
that means it's nobody.
It's pointless to look for reason
where there's none to be found.
Linda, open the door. Linda!
Linda.
Hernando, Hernando.
-I'm here.
I was scared, I thought you were dead.
Now, how could I die without you?
-Don't you forget.
You know what your memory's like.
I dreamt of our Tom.
He was standing in the road.
So small and helpless.
All around it was