Little do we know in burying secrets, we are being buried by them.
What is hidden should never be revealed. But in the depths of our heart, we look forward to its seeing the light of day.
Stella (Gladys Liu), a seamstress, has a compulsive urge to refurbish her old home, time and again so as to sew up a new life in between the old and the new. Her husband, Joe (Kenson Chan), harbours a secret that he regards as taboo, one that he would not reveal even in his confessionals. As a result, every time he prays, he hears the nitethawk’s cries. Their son, Jing (Joe Wong), who is a spastic, finds a new world through his camera lens. This is just an ordinary family, one you can find anywhere, one that talks but never communicates, one whose members keep on wishing time would pass quietly so that when the end comes, they can bowl over everything and start all over again. And yet, every night, the nitehawk’s cries outside the window are stirring up the sleeping, repressed cells in their bloodline. Stella has an affair with Bill (Donovan Chan) who is doing their renovations. Myra (Winki Lai), her younger sister who has lost touch for many years, suddenly appears at their doorstep. Instead of welcoming her, Joe turns her away. Then things begin to happen: Jing discovers that the ants at the back garden are making strange moves; Joe’s key to the chests in the attic has mysteriously disappeared; Stella is suddenly willing to sell her beloved house to Myra…… The old house that has quietly nestled among the tall, new buildings for so long is opening up, the ground is overturned slowly, to uncover each of their own secrets.
Overhead, the nitehawk slowly flies by, so slow that it is as if it is keeping track of what goes on.