The Ring

I hate television.

Gives me headaches.

: ...makes your

color-treated hair...

You know, I heard there's

so many magnetic waves traveling through the air

because of TV and telephones, that we're losing, like

ten times as many brain cells as we're supposed to.

Like, all the molecules in our heads are all unstable.

All the companies know about it

but they're not doing anything about it.

It's, like, a big conspiracy.

: You can pick something.

I don't care.

Say hello to luscious, full bod...

You have any idea how many electro-rays

are traveling through our head every second?

I got a better one.

Have you heard about this videotape

that kills you when you watch it?

What kind of tape?

A tape, a regular tape.

People rent it, I don't know.

You start to play it

and it's, like, somebody's nightmare.

Then suddenly, this woman comes on

smiling at you, right?

Seeing you through the screen...

and as soon as it's over...

your phone rings.

Someone knows you've watched it

and what they say is...

"You will die in seven days"

and exactly seven days later...

Who told you that?

Somebody from Revere. I don't...

Who told you?

What's your problem?

I've watched it.

: It's a story, Katie.

No, me and Josh, we saw it last weekend.

I thought you were with your parents.

I wanted to tell you.

You were with Josh all weekend?

Some of his friends got this-this place

up in the mountains.

They were trying to record a football game.

I guess the reception was so bad...

What are you talking about?

Listen to me!

When we played the tape, the game wasn't there.

It was...

What?

Wh-What was it?

It was something else.

We thought it was some kind of sick joke...

and then the phone rang.

It was a week ago...

one week ago tonight.

You're just trying to scare me.

Oh, my God, Katie!

Are you okay?

Katie... oh, my...

You freak!

: You totally fell for it!

No.

So... did you guys, you know, do anything?

Like what?

Oh, my God, you totally did!

You ho!

Tell me now!

There really is a tape?

This is so lame.

Wait, don't!

Embrey residence.

Hello.

Hi, Mom.

Yeah, that was Becca.

My mom says hi.

She's glad you're here.

Ask her where she keeps the Vicodin.

Yeah, we're about to go to sleep.

Okay. Yeah, I will.

Okay! Okay, yeah, yeah, I will.

No, I won't.

Bye, Mom.

Becca, quit being a bitch.

Where's the remote?

Becca, quit it!

( eerie rumbling )

Becca, can you hear me?

( High-pitched electronic whine )

Don't tell me what to write!

That asshole's screaming for my attention

and I'm not going to give it to him.

I am being objective!

Listen, Harvey, you punctilious prick

you touch my column

and I'm coming down there and poking your eye out

with that little red pencil you like so much!

Harvey?

Shit!

Hey...

Hey.

Sorry I'm late.

No worries.

I'll wait in the car.

Have you got a moment, Ms. Keller?

Um, sure.

Call me Rachel.

Please, sit down.

He certainly is very independent, isn't he?

Oh, yeah, he sure is.

I never have to tell him to do anything.

Well, if that's a problem

you'd be the first teacher in history to say so.

Ms. Keller...

Rachel.

I know that Aidan recently lost

his cousin...

Yes, and I'm doing what I can

to find him some good daycare. It's just...

Oh, no, that's not what I meant.

By all means, take your time.

I know they were very close, Aidan and his cousin.

Yeah. They spent a few nights a week together.

Did he talk to you about her death?

Well, like you said, he's not the talkative type.

That doesn't mean he has nothing to say.

He knows I'm there.

Yes, I'm sure he does

but he may be expressing himself in... other ways.

I'd like to show you something.

That's his cousin.

That's Katie.

Ms. Keller... I'm bothered by these drawings.

Listen, I appreciate your concern

but my son lost his best friend three nights ago.

He's just trying to deal with it.

Yes, I understand, but these pictures...

Are Aidan's way of working it out...

of expressing himself, like you said.

He'll be okay.

You say she died three nights ago?

Yeah, that's right.

Aidan drew these last week.

What?

Nothing.

Shall we read something?

I'm kind of tired.

Okay.

Sweet dreams.

We don't have enough time.

Oh, honey, I know I've been working a lot

and I'm sorry

but I promise you, I'm going to make it up to you.

I'm not talking about that.

I'm talking about time before we die.

You have lots of time.

So, you know when I'm going to die?

No.

No one does

but I know you don't have to worry about it.

Katie knew.

She told me.

Katie told you she was going to die?

She said she didn't have enough time.

Good night, Rachel.

Oh, shit!

Aidan...

Goddamn it!

Honey?!