[narrator] The Curious.
They say he collects strange tales.
And if you ever hear his whistle,
you know something creepy is about to unfold.
There are some people who don't play well with others.
They prefer to be the center of attention.
And they will stop at nothing until they get what they want.
[theme music playing]
[woman over PA speaking]
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
♪ Happy birthday, dear Mimi ♪
♪ Who I love More than anything in the world... ♪
[Mimi laughing on recording]
[mother] ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
- [baby crying] - [gasps]
- You know what else is nice? - Hmm?
- Winston. - Ah, I like Winston!
- [chuckles] - [mother] Yeah.
I never believed it would happen.
[gasps] Isn't he beautiful?
It's worth missing any gig for.
- Mm. - [baby gurgling]
- [kisses] - [mother] Mia... [chuckles]
Can we put the camera down? Come say hi.
- Okay! No need for the tone, Mother. - Hey, I just made this, okay?
An actual human.
And? No one likes a show-off.
[parents chuckle]
- [gasps] - He's dying to meet you.
[Mia] Uh, dying for a shower more like. He's stinky.
Kidding. [laughs]
Hey, imp!
So you're the reason none of us are ever sleeping again, huh?
- [baby gurgles] - [both] Hmm?
- What was that? - [mother chuckles]
Your little looks!
[sighs] Nothing, just... it's only natural.
- What is? - [mother] You know...
you've been the only child now for 14 years, so...
Whoa, whoa, whoa! I don't have a problem with competition.
Not that I'm saying he's competition.
Guys, guys. Uh...
Best of pals already. See?
Aw! Someone's craving their first big-sis cuddle.
- Yes? - [man] Ah.
[baby crying]
Oh, honey. Okay. It's all right.
Oh, he's just... he's just shy.
That's all. And don't worry.
Few weeks' time, it'll be like nothing's changed.
- Yeah. [chuckles] - [man] Oh...
- [man on radio speaking in French] - [toy squeaks]
[sighs] Morning, Mimi.
- Oh, and I'm really... - Sorry about the mess? Sure.
- How have you still not given him a name? - Hmm, nothing's really sticking.
Well, my vote goes for "Poop Machine." Or "Mr. Stink."
[mother chuckles]
[chuckling over baby monitor]
- [baby crying over baby monitor] - [mother] Oh, poor little darling.
Oh.
[Mia sighs] I'm on it.
Did I mention you're my favorite daughter?
- Thanks. Oh! - [baby monitor thumps]
[crying]
Hey! Shh!
[Mia] It's okay. Chill!
- [crying continues] - What is it? Need a changing?
[Mia] Seems all good down there.
What, then? Gassy?
Hungry?
Don't like my face or something?
- [crying stops] - Oh.
Okay.
[door rattling]
[rattling continues]
[yelps]
[baby crying]
[sighs] Mia!
They just fell out.
It's true!
It was so weird.
I heard this...
- This what? - [crying stops]
[mother] What did you hear?
- Mia? - I...
- No. Doesn't matter. - [mother sighs] Do me a favor.
Clean up this mess.
- [baby cries] - [mother sighs]
[sighs]
["Rockabye Baby" playing faintly]
[music continues]
[music slows, stops]
[clicking]
[music resumes]
[screams]
- [mother] Mia? - [stepfather] What?
Why is this music box on?
It just started playing.
So, what? You're saying he's a late-night DJ?
I'm not making this up!
Mia, I am way too tired for games.
- But, Mom... - No. Bed. Now!
I hope your little brother does become a late-night DJ.
[chuckles]
Go on.
[music stops]
Well, maybe that was just her way of... bonding with him.
At 3:00 in the morning? [scoffs]
I read about this, in that book your mother insisted I buy.
[stepfather chuckles]
What if Mia's jealous?
[mother] What if Mia's jealous that she's not the only kid anymore?
What if it never changes?
- [sighs] - [rattle clattering]
- [gasps] Mia? - [Mia] Yeah.
I'm listening in.
[stepfather] Smooth, kiddo. [chuckles]
- [whispers] Can you, uh...? - Yeah. You know,
I gotta get new strings for that thing.
See you soon.
Come on, sit.
[chuckles]
- [door opens, closes] - I know there's been some...
big changes recently.
First the wedding, then a new brother...
I get it.
Uh, adjusting's weird for me too.
Plus, I know my attention's been locked on someone else a lot.
Mom...
- And you're just so used to being... - Don't say "the only child," please.
Okay, fine, maybe at the start I was a bit,
I dunno, jealous or something. But I really did see something.
Hey. Just because two stinky new men have come along
doesn't mean I love you less.
Love's not a limited resource.
- [gags] - [chuckles]
Okay. Give you that one. Very lame. [laughs]
Gosh, what's happened to me?
Maybe it's delayed baby brain?
- [roars] - [both laugh]
[baby gurgling over monitor]
Oh, so, while we're friends again...
You want me to watch the imp?
Just... just for a moment while I replenish the diaper situation.
[sighs]
- I love you. - You better.
[baby gurgling over monitor]
[clattering over monitor]
[baby gurgling]
[door rattling]
[panting]
[monitor clicks]
[monitor crackling]
- [monitor squeals] - [groans]
[gasps]
- [faint laughter] - [gasps]
[line ringing]
[guitar thumping]
[mother on phone] Mia?
Mom, you gotta come home!
- There's something wrong with the baby! - What? What?
- Mom? - [phone squeals]
- [giggling echoes] - [chair thumps]
[faint giggling]
Imp?
[giggling]
[door opens]
Mom, something's happening with the baby!
- Where, where? [gasps] - There!
- [baby crying] - Oh!
[mother] Hey...!
Uh, Mom...
[mother] What...
Mia, why would you do that?
Mom, that wasn't... he did that.
Hey, I got your text. Is everything okay?
She's making us pay for not being the center of attention.
- No! - [mother] I don't understand
- why you're doing this to us, just... - What...?
[sighs]
You gotta understand, we tried to have this baby for a long time.
Your mom still can't believe that he's really here.
Just the thought that anything's wrong with him could...
it could devastate her.
[stepfather] Kiddo, don't worry about it. I got this.
[sighing]
[guitar music playing]
[guitar feedback squeals]
[music continues]
[Mia] I know it was you who wrote on the mirror.
[sighs] What do you want from me?
[rattling]
[clattering]
[guitar music continues]
How are you doing this?
[faint siren wails]
[stepfather exhales]
[mother speaking indistinctly]
Mimi, can we put the camera down?
[stepfather speaking indistinctly]
Can we put the camera down?
Come. Mimi, can we put the camera down?
["Rockabye Baby" playing]
Oh, good boy.
[music slows down, stops]
I know you can hear me, and I know you're fake sleeping.
[laughter over monitor]
Trying to scare me?
[laughter]
[door rattling]
I want to know what you are!
[clattering]
Gotcha!
- Let's hear her out, hmm? - [sighs]
- What are we looking at, Mia? - Proof.
Proof I'm not to blame.
- [mother] Mia... - Just watch!
[mother] Mia, that's you.
[Mia] No, no, no, no, no. No.
No, that's... that's not me.
[mother] Mia?
No, no, no, no, no. That's not what happened.
- [gasps] - This is not what happened!
- Why would you do this? - I didn't! I didn't!
- It wasn't me! It wasn't me! - Mia!
I didn't make it up!
- I... [gasps] - Baby.
You're tired.
[sniffles] We all are.
Um, maybe if we all took a...
timeout?
Gather our heads. Okay... [sniffling]
Um...
Remember the school I went to growing up?
Wait... you're sending me away?
It won't be forever.
Just... while we adjust.
No, Mom, please! I don't want to leave.
I don't know why this is happening.
I just want our old life back.
Just you and me.
Mom, please don't make me go!
Please, Mom!
[both crying]
[guitar music playing]
[feedback squeals]
- Oh, hey, kiddo. - Hey.
Can we talk?
Of course.
- Does Mom hate me now? - What? Mia...
Come on, nothing you could do will ever make that happen.
- [sighs] - Oh, honey.
I really didn't make it up!
It's like he's controlling my mind.
- [feedback squeals] - Ow!
Sorry, sorry. Keeps happening. [sighs]
[feedback squeals]
[Mia] The feedback stops his control.
[baby crying over monitor]
What?
[rattling]
[electricity crackling]
[lamp crashes]
I know what you've been doing.
Controlling me.
Hiding what you really are.
Well, not anymore.
[crying]
I turn this thing on, and you can't do it anymore.
[mother] Mia!
[door slams]
- [panting] Mia? Mia, open the door. - [knob rattling]
Right now!
Not anymore.
[amplifier squeals]
- [pounding on door] - Mia...
Come on, baby.
It's not just me.
You've been blocking us all from seeing what you really are.
I'll show her what you really are. Prove I wasn't lying.
This ends now!
[grunts]
- [pounding on door] - Mia... Come on, baby.
Mia, please!
Just the thought of anything wrong with him would...
would devastate her.
Mia, please. Please. He means everything to me.
I can't do this.
I can't do this to her.
- [pounding on door] - Tell me what I have to do...
- [mother] Come on, baby! - ...to make this a happy family.
[rattling]
[mother] Oh, look! Look!
- Oh! - [chuckles]
[mother] Look at you two. How sweet is that?
- My baby... with my baby. - [baby gurgling]
[both chuckle]
[stepfather] Well, all right.
Now, who wants some of my world-famous blueberry pancakes?
[gasps] And by famous, he means disgusting.
Please, don't let me suffer alone with him.
Wow! Right under the bus.
I'll be out in a minute.
[mother] They're gross!
[baby cries]
You want a new one?
Uh, only I'd have to go out and buy it, and...
[baby cries]
just, I promised to hang out with my friends today, and...
No? It's fine. I'll cancel. Again.
- [baby gurgles] - Oh, you wanna move by the window?
Um, okay. Okay, I'm doing it now.
[grunts] Okay...
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to answer you back
so what do you want me to do now?
[narrator] A heroic sacrifice...
a lifetime of service...
Just how far would you be willing to go to protect the ones you love?
[rattling]
[instrumental music playing]