Mulholland Alternate Ending

“Oh, you don't need to. My son is upstairs right now, actually. He's with Mr. Mulholland and Mr. Temple. Would you like to visit them?”

It was Brently Mallard who entered, a little travel-stained, composedly carrying his gripsack and umbrella. He had been far from the scene of accident, and did not even know there had been one. He stood amazed at Josephine’s piercing cry; at Richards’ quick motion to screen him from the view of his wife.” (16)

The cold, stone floor underneath caused my body to shiver, and I pulled my bony knees in further to my chest.

"You know," Laurence said to her. His voice was next to whispered; he stood so close there was no reason to speak any louder, "when I found out you turned twenty-one a few months ago, I was hoping Lucy would

The crying even become more louder than it was earlier, chris walks quickly and quietly through the house to find the source of the horrible, terrifying crying. “ Where is this crying coming from” he whispered to himself, he had searched all through

She approaches her front door and is met with the presence of her husband Brently, who is not dead and this shocking revelation causes Mrs. Mallard’s weak heart to give

Behind her in the living room, someone cleared his throat. She panicked, she didn’t know is she should turn around or not. She didn’t know if she wanted to see what frightful thing would be standing in her living room. Behind her, she could hear someone walking closer and closer to her very slowly.

“Yes. Didn’t you hear the announcement? It won’t be running today, and it might be down for another day or two,” He replied. Why did he look so familiar? I swear, I think I’ve seen him before.

Morning came before she knew it. Just as she and Sam were heading to the car, they were met by an older lady with curlers in her hair, and wearing a fluffy pink robe. She was wearing a beaming smile and was holding a foil-covered plate. Before Lauren could utter a word, the lady extended her hand in friendship. “Hi, I'm Miss D Richards, and I live in the corner house. I brought y'all some biscuits in welcome to the neighborhood!” Lauren bobbed her dark head and smiled. “Hello, Miss D, I'm Lauren Hastings. This is my daughter, Sam,”

“You. What are you doing on my property? No one but me here, so if you are the police then go ahead and leave. I don’t have anything to hide,” he said. “I said go on” he said again. “So yourself,” he said. He, the man I was looking for. He, the man under the jacket at Emma’s house. His face, the face of the man that had kidnapped me. He, the man that I recognized. He, the man now not under my coat. He, my father.

“If you don't mind my asking why exactly have you come to this manor and interrupted our peace and quiet,” he said. “Oh dear don't listen to him hes just a cold hearted and rude old man,” she said. “Well I'm a homicide detective with the NOPD, and I am looking for Edward Campbell,” Samantha said. As she is being pulled forward Samantha introduces herself to the maid and butler who both appear very uninterested in her. Patrick and Julia looked at one another, and the old man began to formulate a lie that they could tell to the woman before them. “Why exactly are the local authorities look for our master,” Patrick stated

There was a hefty pull on the door, and it swung open. There, standing before her, was the friendliest face she had seen all day. The woman was petite, not more than five feet two. She had beautiful skin reminiscent of a porcelain doll with arresting chestnut eyes within a soft, round face that crinkled when she smiled. Her hair was an unusual mahogany hue. Casey noticed slight graying at the temples and suspected the color came from a bottle. She guessed her age at between fifty and fifty-five.

Although this was paradise to us, there were many dangers in that world. One being the dangerous man that picked mama off of the ground and took her away a year ago. We could never see this man, but we knew he was near, we could hear him. He often walked near our residence, and we could always hear is loud footsteps. He would stop near us and start doing very unusual things, he slam his rake

Frankie was just getting out her wallet so she could buy her Mentos when a boy who looked as if he could be 15 or 40 ran into her and clumsily crashed down on the ground, ripping the magazine he must’ve been reading as he walked towards the counter where Frankie was standing. At first she was startled, but when she saw the goofy look on the boy’s face when he had realized what had just happened, she couldn’t help but laugh a little. She did feel bad for him though, so she helped him up and tried not to seem rude or angry because she wasn’t.

"What are talking about?" I replied. "You're a liar. My Mom's probably in the kitchen and Dad, well ... he's someplace around here."