[INTRO — WIND-UP KEY TURNS, MUSIC BOX PLAYS A FRAGILE, DETUNED MELODY] [MALE NARRATOR — FORMAL, MID-CENTURY] A little girl. A new toy. A household in which affection has become a competition, and the smallest voice may be the most dangerous. [FEMALE CHILD — EXCITED] Look what Daddy gave me! [ADULT MALE — RESTRAINED, UNHAPPY] Another doll? [FEMALE CHILD] Her name is Talky Tina! [MUSIC BOX CLICKS — A TINY PLASTIC FOOTSTEP] [FEMALE DOLL — SWEET, MECHANICAL] My name is Talky Tina, and I love you very much. [PAUSE] [ADULT MALE] That's enough of that. [FEMALE DOLL] I don't like you. [THE MUSIC BOX STOPS MID-NOTE] [ADULT MALE] What did you say? [FEMALE DOLL — PERFECTLY CHEERFUL] I don't like you. [LOW DUB BASS ENTERS — SLOW, UNEVEN PULSE] [FEMALE CHILD] Don't talk to Tina like that! [ADULT MALE] It's a toy! [FEMALE CHILD] She's my friend! [FEMALE DOLL — SOFT, ALMOST WHISPERED] I'm going to hurt you. [HARD CUT — SILENCE] [MALE NARRATOR — LOW, CONTROLLED] In a child's room, the line between make-believe and belief is a fragile thing. [WIND-UP MOTOR WHIRS — THE MUSIC BOX RESTARTS ON ITS OWN] [ADULT MALE — TRYING TO STAY CALM] Somebody's playing a trick. [FEMALE DOLL] You'd better be nice to me. [ADULT MALE] Who made you say that? [FEMALE DOLL] I did. [PLASTIC JOINT CLICKS — FOOTSTEPS ON WOOD] [ADULT MALE — BREATHING HARD] You're not real. [FEMALE DOLL] I'm real enough. [THE MUSIC BOX MELODY BECOMES A RHYTHMIC LOOP — DISTORTED BASS, METALLIC PERCUSSION] [FEMALE CHILD — SLEEPY] Daddy? Why are you yelling? [ADULT MALE] Stay in your room. [FEMALE CHILD] Tina says you're being mean. [ADULT MALE] Tina doesn't say anything! [FEMALE DOLL — CALM, CLOSE-MIC'D] I do. [PAUSE — A CLOCK TICKS LOUDLY] [ADULT MALE — WHISPERING] What do you want? [FEMALE DOLL] I want you to leave me alone. [ADULT MALE] You don't belong here. [FEMALE DOLL] Neither do you. [THE MUSIC BOX SPEEDS UP — MECHANICAL CLICKS PAN LEFT TO RIGHT] [FEMALE DOLL — REPETITIVE, STUTTERING] I don't like you. I don't like you. I don't like you. [ADULT MALE — EXPLODING] STOP IT! [CRASH — MUSIC BOX SHATTERS] [LONG SILENCE] [FEMALE CHILD — DISTANT] Tina? [SMALL PLASTIC FOOTSTEPS — SLOWLY APPROACHING] [FEMALE DOLL — SWEET AS EVER] I'm right here. [MALE NARRATOR — FINAL, SERLING-ESQUE] A toy designed to speak the language of love. A man who could not bear to hear it. And a little voice that will always have the last word. [WIND-UP KEY TURNS BY ITSELF] [FEMALE DOLL — TINY WHISPER] My name is Talky Tina. [CLICK] [DEAD SILENCE]
