All language subtitles for The.9th.Life.of.Louis.Drax.2016.1080p.WEB-DL.DD5.1.H264

Everyone said
that one day

I was going
to have an accident.

An accident to end all accidents.

One day, you might look up
and see a kid falling from the sky.

That kid would be me.

I'm Louis Drax,
the amazing accident-prone boy.

My first accident was being born.

It happened like Julius Caesar.

They stab the lady with the knife
till her belly pops,

and then they yank you out,
all covered in blood.

It's okay,
you're doing great.

Looks like the baby's breech.
We're going to have to do a C-section.

Even if you live
to 100 years old,

you don't get over something like that.

The second accident,
I was 16 weeks old.

My mom still has the X-rays.

My cute little baby ribs
all broken and smashed.

I've been bitten by spiders,
stung by bees,

and 85% electrocuted.

That hardly
happens to anyone,

but it happened to me.

I've gotten food poisoning
a bunch of times.

Salmonella
and tetanus and botulism

and meningitis are just
some of the things I've had.

Last winter, I screamed so hard

I stopped breathing
for nine and a half minutes.

On my ninth birthday,
we went for a picnic,

Mom and Dad and me
and we were all happy,

like... like we might
love each other again.

Like there wasn't
going to be a monster without a face,

like I wasn't going to have
the accident to end all accidents.

My mom says I'm an angel.

You know, Louis,
they say cats have nine lives.

Their souls cling to their bodies
and won't let go.

If you were a cat, you'd have used up
eight of your lives by now.

One for each year.

Please don't use up any more.

Everything feels cold.

Am I dead?

This is your ninth life, young sir.

Together,
we 'll solve the mystery,

the strange mystery
of the amazing accident-prone boy.

We need about a 20 foot radius...

Two hitchhikers found
the victim's mother by the roadside,

called it in.

I gotta tell you, Dalton, it's going to be
hard to salvage anything in this weather.

Footprints are being washed away.

We'll keep trying
but we're not getting much.

- Any word on the father?
- Not yet.

We've deployed a search team
and sent out a statewide APB.

Go, go, go!

- What about the boy?
- That's what the chopper's for.

We're bringing him up now.

Over here!

- Keep him straight!
- Right!

Bring him up!

I've been here almost two hours!
Can't I get something for the pain?

- Sir, please calm down!
- Move, move, move!

We need help over here!

They've warmed him up, still no vitals!

Pupils fixed and dilated.

- I'm sorry.
- Discontinue the CPR.

- I don't want to leave him!
- It's all right, ma'am.

I don't want to leave him!

- Please, I want to go to him!
- No carotid pulse.

I don't want to be away from him.

- Time of death is 19:55.
- I want to go to him! Louis!

I used to sleepwalk
as a child.

The first time
I was four or five years old

and my mother found me
under the bed,

and she asked me
what I was looking for.

And I said, "It."

Now I was to search
for this unidentifiable "It"

in my sleep,

on later occasions:
in the backyard,

or the neighbor's yard,
or the nudist beach

not far from my childhood home.

But my experiences
as a child never left me,

however blurred
the memories became.

I still yearned
for that lost dimension.

You see, I believe that the brain
is more than the sum of its parts.

And that all of us,
no matter how damaged,

can make connections.

Move, move, move!

Drax coming through!

Please alert trauma surgeon!

Go, go, go!

Blood pressure 90 over 16.
Ninety-five on oxygen.

Thank you.

Transfer.

Cardiovascularly stable.
Making an effort to breathe.

Dr. Pascal?
Sorry to interrupt.

There's a phone call for you,
I think it's urgent.

Excuse me.

The patient's name is Louis Drax,
nine years old.

He was cold when EMS
brought him in.

They were prepping him for postmortem
when he regained consciousness.

What was the cause
of his injury?

He fell off one of the cliffs
at Land's End into freezing water.

We ran a CT post-surgery,
probably broke every bone in his body.

He was dead for two hours.

I've never
seen anything like it.

I made a mistake.

Drowning and hypothermia
can resemble death in pediatric cases.

It's rare, but it happens.

Don't be hard
on yourself.

What's his condition?

We had to remove
his spleen.

One of the splintered ribs
is threatening his left lung,

and the skull fractures...

It's bad.

But he's alive.

He's in a coma.

But he's alive.

Mrs. Drax?

Yes?

I'm Dr. Pascal,
I'm a specialist in pediatric coma.

I'll be looking after Louis

once he's finished
his treatment with Dr. Janek.

You know, I, uh,
I must congratulate you.

Congratulate?

Know, we're not supposed to use the word,
"miracle" in the medical profession,

but this might call
for an exception.

Well, you don't know my son.

That's very true.

However,
I look forward to changing that.

Would I be able
to see him now?

Sure.

Ever since he was born,
I've always been able to communicate,

know what the other one
was thinking, like twins.

My god, it sounds stupid
and superstitious, but...

if you knew Louis, if you knew everything
he's been through...

He's not like other children,

I think my son's an angel.

It's not easy being
the mother of a troubled boy.

Always full of worry.

Gotta protect him,
gotta protect him.

It's my fault, you see?

Sons aren 't supposed
to make their mothers cry.

- That's why I have to see Fat Perez.
- Oh, Louis.

Who is Fat Perez, young sir?

Fat Perez is a fat mind-reader,
but he isn't good at mind-reading.

He's old, probably 40,
and he has a big fat face, like a baby.

Hello, I'm Dr. Perez.
You must be Louis.

It's nice to meet you.
Mrs. Drax.

- Pleased to meet you.
- How are you today?

- Come on in.
- Um... I should probably let you know

that Louis had
a bit of an accident in the elevator.

What do you talk about?

We talk about
anything I want.

Hamsters, Hitler,
Harry Potter, Botox, bats.

I know a lot about bats.

Louis, come on in here.

And he can't tell anyone,
because it's just between us.

Your elevator
makes me urinate.

You have mild claustrophobia.
Totally normal.

You know, that elevator's tiny.
You're way too big for it.

Not as big as you.

Grownups are always laughing
at things that aren't funny.

- Squeak, squeak.
- You read any good books lately,

you wanna tell me about?

I read the Bible.

How'd you like it?

I liked the part
with the snake.

Mr. Snake.
What's he doing?

What's up with him,
tell me about the snake.

Adam is so stupid.
He deserves to be punished.

- What'd he do?
- How many dollars does this cost?

Ah, that's more of a question for...
for your mom and dad, right?

I'm asking you.
How many?

- Why are you so interested?
- I'd like to sit in a chair all day

and say, "Tell me more,"
and make zillions of dollars.

I'd like that. Looks like an easy life.

So you're telling me that you think that
being a grownup is an easy life?

You looking forward to that?
You looking forward to growing up?

Stupid question.

Why is that
a stupid question?

Because I'm never
going to grow up.

Why not?

Welcome to the coma bay, Louis.

We're gonna look after you here.
Okay, darling?

One, two three.

I'm intrigued as to the genesis
of his condition,

this accident that he had.

Dalton hasn't briefed you?

- Who's he?
- She.

Inspector working the case.

Nobody from the police
has contacted me,

but I suppose
they'd have no reason to.

Well, didn't you see
the news this morning?

It wasn't an accident.
He was pushed.

Pushed?
Who pushed him?

- Here's the results on two.
- Okay. He's fit to go.

- His father.
- Louis' father?

- Mmhm.
- Where is he now?

On the run. It's a manhunt.
All very dramatic.

They'll be posting
an officer at reception

as a precautionary measure,
better safe than sorry.

I feel badly for the mother.

I don't think she has many people.

Yeah, no worries.

You can call me Allan
or Dr. Pascal if you like.

Most people
call me Pascal.

You're in a coma, Louis.

It's like sleeping,
just deeper.

You know, I have quite a few theories
about the state you're in.

I think that some people
don't want to wake up.

They feel they can't come back
until they feel safe.

You can feel safe here, Louis.

What happened to your arm there,
Louis Drax?

It was an accident.

An accident?
What kind of accident?

I was digging a grave,
and I slipped.

A grave? For who?

A grave for a human,

a big fat one with chubby cheeks.

You've been having
a lot of accidents.

Well, I'm accident-prone.
So what?

Sometimes the accidents are big,
and sometimes they're small.

So I guess the big ones
are the ones

where you end up
in the hospital, right?

That's not all bad.
Hospitals can be kind of fun.

Well, I don't like the pain.
I hate that part.

But the recovery is okay.

Jell-O.

Ice cream.

Nice ladies bringing you
more Jell-O.

Yeah, and then they make
a fuss over you,

and then you don't
have to go to school.

Hmm, you ever find yourself
actually being relieved

when you get to the hospital
'cause you...

'cause you feel safe?

You think I do it on purpose,
don't you?

I didn't say that.
Why would I say that?

I read your book yesterday.

Subject changer.

It wasn't that bad,
actually.

I liked the part where you
hypnotized the Sikh.

Do you hypnotize
a lot of your patients?

- Mmm, some of them.
- But not me?

Don't think so.
I don't know.

Haven't decided yet.
Not sure it would help.

Because I'm a Whacko Boy?

Because you're a special boy.

Am I a typical
disturbed child?

The concern is that Peter Drax
might reappear.

Is there a member of staff
on duty here at all times?

Yes, two.

And we have a strict
registration process for any visitors.

Are we not safe?

Just keep an eye out.

But you don't know
where he is.

I didn't say that.

Is there anything you can
tell us about the boy,

anything that might be helpful
from a medical point of view?

Louis was a bit disturbed.

He had been seeing
a therapist,

a Dr. Michael...

Perez.

Um, disruptive at school,
no friends, doesn't fit in.

The other kids
called him "Whacko Boy".

Now, looking through his records,

there's a recurring theme
of physical trauma.

It's difficult to get
to the bottom of that one.

His therapist thinks
that he may have been

self-harming for attention.

But the admissions
go back to infancy.

I noted this also.

So there's a history
of violence from the father.

What's the chances that this boy
is going to wake up?

Well, based on
his most recent EEG,

I have diagnosed
a persistent vegetative state.

Which means?

It means not good.

I spoke to Dr. Janek
this morning

about your awareness
accretion theory.

He said that your methods
are radical,

that you believe in your patients
when others don't.

Well I don't know
how radical my methods are.

I just believe that Louis
can still sense things.

Though he may appear
to be far away,

he's still with us
in some way.

Do you think that the brain
is the same as the soul?

I mean, if Louis' brain is damaged,
is he still Louis?

He's still Louis.

We hust need to find
a way through to him,

track him down,
coax him out.

You think he's hiding?

I didn't say that.

You said, "coax."

Seeing and thinking
are the same thing

when your eyes are closed,

like a dream,
but you choose what happens.

You remember bright lights
and grown-ups yelling,

and everything
feels cold inside.

So you think of the sun...

how warm it feels...

♪ Bring back my Bonnie
to me, to me... ♪

Clouds...

and the moon...

and the cold...

water...

monsters...

and "squeak, squeak"
and "hubba hubba "...

and happiness...

and sadness...

and men have no honor...

and death.

Your mouth
tastes of blood...

And you're high up
like a balloon.

I'm sitting
by your bed right now.

She's talking to you
like you're a baby again.

When I squeeze
your hand like this,

maybe you can feel it.

And she would do anything
for you

because she's so glad
the danger didn't kill you.

Keep telling me your story.

This thing
happened one day.

My dad took me to Sea World.

We stayed in San Diego
for the whole weekend

so that we could give Mom a rest

because we were both men,
and sometimes,

men can be too much
of a good thing

and give you a headache.

Good afternoon, everyone,
and welcome to Sea World.

My name is Jennifer,

and I'm back up here
on the rocks.

Which means, hey,
we 're pretty much ready to go!

Louis, come on, buddy.

How about you?
You guys excited...

Hey, Louis, come on,
it's starting, come on.

Thanks.

You're going to miss the dolphin show,
come on.

Up first...

Peter.

- Hey. Wow.
- When we were there,

my dad ran into
someone he knew.

He looked like he was going
to vomit in his mouth.

What a surprise, hi.

But he just kissed her
on the cheek instead.

This must be Louis.

- Who are you?
- I'm Caitlin.

Uh, this is my husband, Alex.

Alex, this is Peter and Louis.

Ah. So you're the famous Peter.

How come your children
are Chinese?

- Louis. That's not polite.
- It's fine.

They were born in China.

Do you know about adoption?
I'm sure you do.

Well, Mei and Lola came into
our lives two years ago,

and then right after,
we had a lovely surprise

when Jerome came along.

Like a bolt from the blue.

My name is Jennifer,
and on behalf of myself...

- Nice to see you.
- Yeah, yeah, no, um, good to see you.

Let's have a big round
of applause for our dolphins!

Seafood special, shrimp supreme,
two orders of fries, and a beer.

- Thanks, man.
- Thank you, sir.

All right, buddy.

Who was that lady
at the park?

Um, just someone
I used to... used to know.

We used to be... friends.

Good friends, actually.

- Hey, Lou-Lou...
- Did you use to sex her?

Well...

we used to be married.

Married?

Yes.

A long time ago.

Oh.

Hey.

It's okay to be angry with me.

You had the right to know.

No. Why should I be angry?

You're married to Mom now.

You wouldn't have made me
otherwise.

You'd have made
two Chinese children

and a baby with a big stupid face
like Fat Perez.

Maybe.

I don't know
what I would have made,

but you know,
I think it's best

that we don't tell Mom
about meeting Caitlin.

You want me to lie?

No, I don't want you to...
I don't want you to lie.

Just...

you know,
not tell the whole truth.

Your mom can be...
very fragile.

Yeah?

Is that my favorite boy?

- Yes.
- Come here!

Mmm.

Oh, I needed that.
Look at you. New shirt?

- Uh-huh.
- Uh-huh?

How was it? Come on.
Did you have fun?

It was okay.
We went to this restaurant.

- That was meant to be Hawaii.
- You did?

And we went on Journey to Atlantis
three times.

- Wow.
- And we met this lady

named Caitlin who used
to be married to Dad.

Oh.

Dad didn't want me
to tell you,

but I don't see
why you shouldn't know

because she has
another family now,

two Chinese girls
who are adopted

and a baby that isn't.

Lou-Lou, why don't you go up
to your room and watch some TV?

No.

Louis,
do what you're told.

Go.

- Don't touch me.
- Oh, my god.

Jesus Christ!

- Shut up! Just shut up!
- Stop yelling at me!

Hey, hey, just shut up
for a second and listen to me!

Oh... oh, my god, I don't know
what I'm doing here anymore!

So why did you tell your mom
about what happened at Sea World?

Why not?

My parents
don't love each other,

not the way that the lady and her husband
with the Chinese children do.

Maybe they hate each other.

Maybe all they want to do
is get divorced.

They can't, can they?
They can't because of me.

Why is that?

They don't think I know,
but I do.

Know what?

That my dad
isn't my real dad.

He's hust playing,
"Pretend You're His Dad."

Oh.
H... how about your mom?

She's my real mom.

Uh-huh.

Well... who do you think
your real dad is?

I don't have one.

Come on,
everybody's got a dad.

Not me.

If you could choose
anybody in the world

to be your dad,
anybody.

- Anyone?
- Anybody, dead or alive.

You.

Me?

Just kidding.

Mom says
you can come back now.

Didn't know
I needed permission.

Are you the strongest
man alive?

Not even close.

Is that why
you stopped fighting?

I stopped because
your mother asked me to.

And then I became a dad.

The strongest dad in the world!

Oh, man!
Oh, oh, oh, ow!

Something's burning.

Finally, some people
I actually want to see.

You look wonderful.

- Nice to see you too.
- Excuse me. I'll be one minute.

- Hello.
- Hi, you look stunning.

- Thank you. You too.
- How are you.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- Is that for me?
- Looking for this?

Why don't you open it, okay?
And you, come with me.

Bring a present, get a hug.

Hey, take Alex,
out of the water okay? It's too cold.

Here, have this.

You invited Mrs. Drax?

I thought it could
do her some good,

get her out of the house,
out of the hospital.

She's getting
eaten alive out there.

I expect she's
used to it by now.

Tammy, Tammy, don't run!

Men always behave like fools
around pretty girls.

How are things with you?

- Hi.
- Hi.

You caught me
hunting for snacks.

- The food isn't very good.
- No.

Thanks.

I, uh...

I saw you earlier,
but you seemed, uh, occupied.

I thought maybe
you were trying to avoid me.

No. I'm... I'm happy
Janek invited you.

I think he's
taking pity on me.

- H... how are you coping?
- Is that your wife who you're with?

Yeah, it is.

She's very pretty.

That's nice.

- I'm coping as well as I can.
- Yeah.

- You, uh, disappeared.
- Hey, um...

I was hust on my way to the restroom,
and I bumped into, uh, Mrs. Drax.

We were commiserating
over Janek's cooking.

I, uh, don't believe
we've been introduced.

Sorry.
I'm so stupid. Um,

Sophie, this is Natalie Drax.
Natalie, this is my wife, Sophie.

Natalie's Louis' mother,
the new patient I was telling you about.

Of course.
Um, I heard about what happened.

I'm so sorry for everything
you've been through.

- Well, your husband's been very helpful.
- I'm sure.

Mrs. Drax
brought a hamster in.

I brought Louis a friend
to keep him company.

Well, technically,
we're not allowed animals on the ward.

He's just a baby.
He won't harm anyone.

And Louis loves him.

Okay.

I'll make an exception
this one time.

This one time.

You're taking him
home with you when you leave.

Thank you.

Do you want to go for a walk?

It's such a beautiful day outside.
I was thinking of getting some air.

Uh...

Okay, short walk.

Let Louis and his old friend
get reacquainted.

Come here, Rasputin.

Time's up.

Abra... kadabra.

I've been thinking
about those poor hamsters.

Why... why they gotta die?

You're not very clever
for a doctor, Fatty.

Don't you know about the rules?

The rules?

Yes, there are laws,
and you go to prison if you break them.

But there are secret rules, too.

But what does that
have to do with the hamsters?

One of the secret rules
is about pet keeping.

If you own a small creature
and he lives for longer

than a small rodent's lifespan...
that's two years...

then you're allowed
to kill him if you want to

because you're his owner.

Does the, um,
the secret rule have a name?

Yes, "The Right of Disposal".

"The Right of Disposal".

You're allowed to do it
with poison or weed killer,

if you have any.
Or you can hust drop

something heavy on him
like a medical encyclopedia

or Harry Potter
and the Order of the Phoenix.

So... where did you learn
about the secret rule?

Let's talk about your dad.

I don't like what you're insinuating!

Yes, it was my idea
to bring Lou-Lou here!

Peter did nothing wrong!

Nobody is saying... Mrs. Drax?

Let's go, Lou-Lou.

What took you so long?

You won't be seeing
Dr. Perez anymore.

What did I do wrong?
What did he say?

Why were you so angry, young sir?

He said that whatever I tell him
will never leave the room,

because it's a secret
between him and me.

But he lied.
He did tell her.

He's a liar like all men are,

and he plays
the same games they play,

like, "Pretend You Don't Hate Him."

Why don't you like men?

Because they did
bad things to my mom.

I was looking
through Louis' files,

and... I noticed that you ended
his sessions with Dr. Perez

shortly before the incident.

Perez was always
very suspicious of Peter.

At the time, I thought he was trying
to turn me against my husband.

Now I'm not so sure.

Do you have family close by?

My parents have passed away.

Friends?
People you can talk to?

I have a sister,
but we're not really in touch.

I know it's a sensitive subhect,
but I'm a good listener.

You're always asking questions.

That's true.
I do ask a lot of questions.

You know, it might help
to talk to someone about what happened.

It was Louis'
ninth birthday.

My birthday, too, actually.
That's another thing we have in common.

Peter drove up
from San Diego.

He's been staying there with his mother
since we separated.

I planned a picnic.

It was all very perfect.

We drove to the canyon.

And then we got
into this argument.

Stupid argument.

What was the argument about?

Peter was upset
that I'd ended Louis' therapy.

I didn't want to tell him
the real reason.

He became...

aggressive.

He hit you?

Louis got really scared,
so he ran away.

Take your time.

Peter went after him, but...

he was so close to the edge.

Louis!

I can still see Louis' face
before he went over.

He wasn't screaming.
He wasn't crying.

He just had this look...

of disappointment.

Has he been violent before?
To Louis?

Or you?

You know,
I met Peter when I was 18.

He's the only man
I've ever been with.

It's hard to know what to expect
when you have nothing to compare it to.

You deserve better than that.

How do you know?

I just know.

What was that for?

Louis?

Louis, can you hear me?
Louis!

Can you hear me, Louis?

Louis? Louis? Are you there?
Can you hear me?

- Louis?
- He's trying to say something.

My dad...
my dad...

- Louis, honey, honey, Mommy's here.
- Natalie. Natalie!

He's still recovering.
You could hurt him.

Louis?
Louis, it's Dr. Pascal.

You're in the hospital, okay? Louis?

Louis?

Hey, bud.

What you reading?
Ah, Cousteau.

The Living Sea again.
You still like it?

I got to talk to you
about something, okay?

I have to go away...
for a... for a while.

Where are you going?

Not far.

San Diego...

to stay with Grandma.

Hey, you'll be able to call me.

It's only going to be
for a little while.

- Is it something I did?
- No.

Is it because I told Mom
about Sea World?

No, no, that's not it,
I promise.

You didn't do anything wrong.

It's hust I'm making
your mom...

very sad right now,

and I need to give her
some space.

You know how it is, kiddo.

Too much of a good thing.

You did so well today, Louis.

Wherever you are,
you're closer than I thought.

Stay close.

Your mother loves you
very much,

and she's waiting
here for you, we all are.

I brought you a present.

I thought that we could
read it together.

I hear it's one
of your favorites.

"It was the hushed hour
before sunrise in December."

Hello?

Macy?

You look tired.

I haven't been sleeping.

- Stress?
- Nightmares. Bad.

I haven't had them
since I was a kid.

How are things with Sophie?

Hanging by a string.

You and every husband.

I don't think
she loves me anymore.

Why should she?
You don't love her anymore.

- People saw you.
- What are you talking about?

In the garden.
Don't look so surprised.

It's a public place.
You were hardly invisible.

- Who knows?
- Everyone.

She's endured a lot
even before Louis' accident.

Forgive me for feeling
some compassion.

Oh, well, if it's compassion,
then my mistake.

You're being annoying.

For god's sake,
answer that damn thing.

Hey.

Hi.

I think he's been here.

No, I think he's been
to the house.

What's going on?
Is he still here?

Come in.

It was in the mailbox.

At first I thought
it might be Louis,

but then I realized
that was impossible.

Do you think it was Peter?

Nobody else would know those things.
It has to be him.

What did the police say?

Natalie?

You were my first call.

"Dear mom...

Dr. Pascal
would like to sex you.

You should stay away
from men in general.

Example, Dr. Pascal.

I'm warning you, Mom,
the danger will come,

and bad things will happen.

I love you, Louis. X-O-X-O-X."
It's very strange. You see this?

The pivots, and the curvature
and the weak indentations.

The author penned this letter
with their non-dominant hand.

Perhaps it was a feeble attempt
to conceal authorship.

Thank you.

Mr. Navarra
will compare the letter

to the writing samples
we're collecting from your husband's home.

You'll be the first to know
when we have something.

You have somewhere to stay,
somewhere safe?

We have a room
at the hospital she can use

until there's a better option.

- I don't want to impose.
- No, it's no problem at all.

It's not safe for you
to be at home right now.

He may try to contact you, so if he calls
or someone calls and hangs up,

or doesn't leave their number,
you let me know.

- Okay.
- Okay, thank you.

Doc, I'd like to
talk you alone for a moment.

One second.

Are you fucking her?

What?

No. Why?

Good.
Keep it that way.

At least until
Peter Drax shows up.

It's for your own safety.

Sir, would you come
with me, please?

We use this room for overnight visitors
and, um, overworked doctors.

As you can see, it's nothing fancy,
but you will be safe here.

It's perfect.

Now I can always
be close to Louis.

I should get home.

It's late.

And you're married?

We didn't talk about that.

I don't know how
to thank you for everything.

You don't have to.
I'll see you tomorrow.

Good night, Doctor.

Twenty years
private practice was plenty.

One more hour in that chair,
my head was going to explode.

Well, you know, I appreciate you seeing me
on such short notice.

Oh, no, not at all. You know, Louis,
he's a wonderful little man.

I was very sad to hear what happened.
Come on in.

There have been a series

of unusual occurrences
following Louis' admission.

- No, thank you.
- Sit down.

I don't know how much
I can help.

There were cops here
the other day asking questions.

I told them the same thing.

I only worked with him for two,
three months.

Do you have any theories
on Louis' history of...

- Tragedy?
- Sure.

You know, for a long time,
I thought that he was causing

the accidents himself,
you know, looking for attention,

but the pieces...
didn't always fit.

You know?

After his mother
terminated the treatment,

Louis sent me a personal letter.

In the spirit of collegial inquiry,
I'd be happy to...

give you a peek if you...
thought it would help.

It was filled
with hamster droppings.

Very Louis Drax.

"You are a big fat liar,
Dr. Perez.

You said nothing
would leave the room,

and that wasn't true,
so you suck.

I hope you catch
a gross disease.

Best regards,
Louis Drax."

Mind taking a look at this?

Natalie found it
in her mailbox yesterday.

"Dr. Pascal would like to sex you."

Mm, definitely his voice.

No doubt about it.

- You're sure?
- Oh, yeah.

He had a very
particular way of speaking.

He's in a coma.

So it can't be him.

Well, somebody that knows
him very well, though.

Like you.

Or perhaps Mrs. Drax...
Oh! Natalie, as you call her.

- Or Louis' father.
- Someone like that, yeah.

Could be.

What can you tell me
about him?

Nothing you don't
already know.

Fighter, liked to drink.

They had their problems,

and Louis had all these
theories about their marriage.

He was very smart that way.

Children, they always know
so much more than we think.

What you think Dad
got me for my birthday?

I hope he got me another Rasputin.

I don't know. How would I know?

It's him! He's here.

There's my boy. Oh!

Put me down, you big bully.

It's good to see you.
You want your present?

Bet you can't guess
what it is.

It's a dynasty.

Who's ready for a picnic?

How about four,
six, and nine?

Four and six is ten...

So Louis' two-week break
is coming up.

I think he should spend
the first week

down in San Diego with me,
is that all right?

All right, this one's
gonna be hard.

- Are you ready?
- Uh-huh.

Three, seven...

five, one.

Well, I don't feel comfortable
with him going down there alone.

He won't be going
down there alone.

I'll pick him up, and plus,
my mother will be there with us.

- Right.
- Divide ten by five is two.

Subtract one and...
too easy.

Are you lost?

No.

I'm not lost.

I love birthdays.

I think you passed
that sign ten minutes ago.

Louis, you want to help your father out?

- Mmhm.
- Hey, bud, I don't need any help.

I know where I'm going.
I promise.

Let him help you, Peter.
He's great with directions.

- Give him the map.
- Okay.

Here you go, buddy.

Thank you.

Dr. Perez? Candy?
Peeing my pants?

This is not a map.
This is my brain.

- Evening, Dr. Pascal.
- Everything okay?

Mm.

Sophie, wh...
what are you doing here?

You're hardly at home anymore.

So I figured
I'd bring your mail.

It looked important.

W... why'd you open this?
It's addressed to me.

Sophie.

Don't do that.

So there's no way Louis
could've written the letters?

It's impossible.

But he sat up and spoke, right?
Why not possible?

The seizure was a fluke,
a muscle spasm maybe,

a brief return
to apparent consciousness.

If you're waiting
for him to wake up

and give you a statement,
I wouldn't hold your breath.

You think Drax
is stalking her?

How is she coping?

She's distraught.

- You think she's headed for a breakdown?
- No.

I mean, she's in a vulnerable state.

Yeah, but is she, like,
breakdown material?

I can't see how she can stand
this kind of pressure

much longer,
if that's what you mean.

I'd like to hear
what you know about Louis' fall,

the version Natalie told you.

Uh, why?

I thought that since
you had a certain... friendship with her,

that you might
have some insight that would help us.

I don't think I do.

Did you know that Peter Drax
isn't Louis' biological father?

I did.

So if she told you that,
she probably also told you

that she put Louis up
for adoption when he was just a baby.

I... I didn't know that.

But I'm not surprised
she didn't tell me.

That's pretty private,
don't you think?

Of course it's private.

Oh, one more thing.

Peter Drax's mother
is coming to town

so we can ask her some questions
about the letter.

She asked to see Louis.
I don't have any reason to stop her.

I'll be sure
to let reception know.

A little word of advice,

you might want to keep her
away from your girlfriend.

From what I hear,

they're not
the best of friends.

I'll keep that in mind.

I was looking for you.
Do you have a second?

I want to talk to you
about something.

Macy said I could use
the showers.

It's not about that.

Come in.

Do you want to sit down?

No.

I have to thank you again.

Everyone here
has been so supportive.

One of the guys
at the front desk even said

he could get a TV
in here for me.

Why didn't you tell me
that Peter isn't Louis' father?

I know it's probably
none of my business,

but you volunteered
to me that Peter

was the only man
you'd ever been with,

and I don't know,
why tell such a specific lie?

Can you give me a moment
to put myself together?

Sure.

Would you mind turning around?

Of course.

Okay.

Who's the father?

His name was Joe.

Joseph.
We only spent one night together.

It's not exactly
my favorite subhect.

- It might help to tell me.
- It won't.

- Well, if other people know...
- Other people don't know,

and there's a good reason
for that, trust me.

But... as Louis' doctor,
as your friend...

The nature
of Louis' conception

isn't something
I'd wish on any woman.

Natalie,
I am so sorry.

The birth was terrible.

It nearly killed us both.

But I don't regret any of it.

If it weren't for what happened,
Louis would have never have been born.

It was brave of you
to keep him.

Who told you about that?

Inspector Dalton.
She came to the ward today.

What else did she tell you?

Nothing.

She just...
she wanted to meet Louis,

put a face to the name.

I'm sorry.

I just feel like my life
is at the mercy of predators.

Including me?

Do you kiss the mothers
of all your patients?

I'm sorry if I made
you feel that way

because that is the last thing
that I meant to be.

Maybe I'm being unfair.

I've just had a tough time
with men, that's all.

We're not all bad.

Not... completely.

It took him two months
to open up to Perez.

...I'm the person who
had to take him every...

Louis!
He was comfortable.

And what else?

And I had to talk to Perez...

All right,
well, I'm the one...

- ...every single weekend.
- Hey, hey.

I'm the one
who gets to decide

whether or not
he has to see him anymore.

He's just now
starting all over again.

- I don't understand what the point...
- He's starting all over again.

- You're not even here anymore.
- Stop.

Is everybody sad?

No, no, no, no one's sad.
It's gonna be a happy day.

Come on, we're celebrating.

Here.

I packed
all your favorite things.

- Want some of these?
- Yeah.

- I know you like these.
- Thanks.

Before I met your father,
it was just you and me.

I never told you that.

Maybe you figured it out.

Sometimes I think
you figured it all out.

I nearly lost you that night.

I nearly lost you
so many times.

But that was the first time.

I called this man
I hardly knew.

We met when you were just
a tiny, little baby.

Hey.

He came,
and he comforted me,

and he stayed with me while we waited
to see if you would die.

He held my hand all night.

Mr. and Mrs. Foster.

The doctor made a mistake.

He thought Peter
was your father.

He thought we were married.
A year later, we were.

It was difficult
for Daddy's first wife.

But he didn't love her.
It was me he loved.

But he scares me now, Lou-Lou.

I can feel him.
It's like he's here somewhere.

Why is she telling me
these stories?

All this stupid blah,
blah, blah in my ear.

I can feel him getting closer and closer,
trying to take you back.

Always whispering,
like she's going to break.

You don't have to listen.

She won't know.

She knows everything.

No, young sir.

Children think that about Moms and Dads,
but it isn't true.

We're going
to the dark place,

the darkest place on Earth.

People will say
that I've stolen you,

but that's not how it is.

You know that, don't you?

I don't think anyone
will notice if I go.

Are you coming with me?

It's time for you
to see something.

Where is it?

It's deep in a cave.

Will I ever be able
to come back?

That depends how brave you are.

Dr. Davis, telephone please.

Dr. Davis,
telephone please.

You couldn't have had us write something
slightly less ominous?

I'm afraid you're going
to spook the staff.

"Bad things will happen."

It's the only sentence
that appears in both letters.

Oh.

Dr. Pascal, I think you need
to come with me.

- What's happening?
- It's Mrs. Drax.

I'm his mother,
and I didn't approve any of this.

- Please, let go of me!
- Ow!

What's going on?

Now, look.
I barely touched you.

She attacked me.

Who are you?

I'm Violet Drax.
I'm Louis' grandmother.

I was told
you'd be expecting me.

Okay, why don't we talk in my office?

You okay?

Why don't you go back
to the room, take a moment?

Mrs. Drax.
I'm Dr. Pascal.

Come with me.

I'm not insensitive to how difficult
a time this must be for you,

but I must tell you that your behavior
today is unacceptable

in a coma ward or any ward,
for that matter.

Have a seat.

Ever since Peter disappeared,

she's been trying to stop me
from seeing Louis.

Have you heard from him?

No, of course not.
Nobody has.

It's not like him.

But given what happened...

My son would never hurt Louis.
That's absurd.

Are you even listening?

He loves that boy
more than himself.

That's the only reason
he stayed with her so long.

Did you know that Peter
was happily married?

Caitlin was a good woman,
loving, kind.

And then that bitch came along
with her tricks and her lies...

Mrs. Drax,
that's enough.

She lied to my son, to me, to Louis.
She's lying to you.

Did she tell you
her mother's sick?

Or was it her father?

Did she tell you
she was an abused child?

I don't want to hear
any more of this.

Did she tell you
she was raped?

That she's a natural blonde?

Uh, you could knock, lnspector.

Mrs. Drax, I'm sorry,
but I need a moment of your time.

Uh, we were actually
in the middle of something.

It's important.

Be my guest.

Do you know what happened?

They found a body at Land's End.
They think it might be Peter Drax.

It looks too steep to climb down.

We're not going to climb.

We're going to hump.

It won't hurt us.

I fell from this cliff before,
and I died.

You can do anything.

And there'll be no pain.

I'll go first.

Hello!

Come down!

It's fine!

One...

two...

three.

They found your father, Louis.

He's passed away.

Maybe you knew that already.

I'm really sorry.

I think you're trying
to tell me something.

I'm listening.

Talk to me again, okay?

Well, this is definitely
a good place to hide.

I can't see a thing,
and it's cold.

Do you get visitors?

Just you.

This is the place
I told you about,

where I wrote down the name
of my wife and baby.

You have to help me find it.

How do I know where to look?

It's written on the wall.

Giant tubeworms...

- You hear that?
- It's Pascal.

He's reading to me
about monster tubeworms.

They're gross to look at
because one end's a butt

and the other's a mouth.

Do you know any good stories?

- The Little Prince.
- Blah, blah, blah. Too babyish.

I've read this book
too many times.

Okay. Once upon a time.

Bats. I want something with bats.

Yes.

Once upon a time...

there were three bats...

one male and two female.

One of the female bats
was always laughing,

and the other female bat
was always crying.

And the male bat
had to choose between them.

- To mate with?
- Yes!

Yes.

You see...

he was in love with the laughing bat.

But he felt sorry for the crying bat.

She seemed to need him more.

He thought if he loved her enough,
he could stop her from crying.

Why was she crying?

Because it made people
feel sorry... for her.

And she liked that feeling

more than she liked jokes or love.

What happened to you?

I was happy

because I had a baby bat.

And that bat
was the most amazing bat

in the entire world.

And I... loved him more
than the whole house.

More than the whole street?

More than all the fish
in the sea.

But the baby bat had problems
and made everyone sad.

No!

No!

He was perfect and smart...

and strange...

and brilliant...

and kind...

and so loved.

And I was
proud of of him every single day.

I don't want you to die, Dad.

I know... darling boy.

I know.

The body is badly decomposed
and bloated.

The coroner
has given us a dental lD.

It seems he fell
from the cliff into the ravine

and was swept into the cave.

He suffered several breakages
and fractures.

There were large quantities of sea matter
clogged in the intestine,

which indicates
he survived the fall.

He didn't die on impact?

Most likely pneumonia.

You have a ballpark idea how long
he was in the cave before he died?

One week.
Maybe two.

It's Navarra.

Peter Drax did not write
the letters.

No shit.

W... what time is it, Macy?

You scared me.
You were sleeping so deeply.

Um, it's, uh... 6:00.

I'm sorry,
I should've woken you earlier.

But I didn't dare.

Was I snoring?

- No, you were sleepwalking.
- What?

You were sitting
next to Louis,

and then you got up
and came over here.

And you just sat here
for a while,

and then you took out
your prescription pad

and wrote out a prescription,
and then you crumpled it up

and threw it in the trash.

Then you got up...

And you walked back to your chair
and went back to sleep.

I'm sorry if I scared you.

I'm sorry
I didn't wake you.

- That prescription, can I see it?
- Sure.

I had a peek.
I hope you don't mind.

You're going to laugh
when you see this, Dr. Pascal.

You wrote total nonsense.

Wait, wait, can you rewind?

Sure.
Say when.

Okay, stop, stop.

You see? I'm holding
the pen in my left hand.

So what?

I'm right-handed.

May I see what you wrote?

Yeah, they match.

Okay, let's say for a second
that what you're suggesting is true.

Louis is controlling
your body from a comatose state,

an idea I'm sure you'll agree
is as far-fetched as they come.

How would a nine-year-old boy
know what poison to prescribe

and not only that,
the exact right dosage?

That seems like knowledge
belonging to a pharmacist.

- Or a doctor.
- But by all accounts,

the boy is incredibly
bright and well-read.

This is not a sophisticated
prescription.

Insulin, chloroform?

And this is not the work
of a medical professional.

Maybe he's trying
to tell us something.

That he wants
his mother dead?

Do you want his mother dead,
Dr. Pascal?

Of course not!

You have a history
of sleepwalking, Doc.

This behavior, while bizarre,
is explainable, and frankly,

it doesn't matter
why you wrote the letters.

You didn't know Peter and Louis Drax
before the incident.

You are not a suspect. You are...
eccentric, perhaps, but not a suspect.

Then why does this feel
like an interrogation?

Peter Drax's body
was found in a cave

500 yards from where Louis
was rescued.

So?

That doesn't seem
like a coincidence to you?

That the two bodies
were found in the same place?

Did Louis ever express
any anger toward Natalie?

Did you never suspect that she might
be involved in the accident?

What are you getting at?

Don't you think it's strange

that Louis would have me
write that prescription?

Strange?

To who? What part?
How strange?

Doctor, those letters
are coming out of your head

through your frustrations, fears,
repressed thoughts, feelings...

desires.

I'm sure you're right.

No, Louis probably
has nothing to do with this.

But what if you're wrong.

What if Louis is reaching out?

As his doctor,
it's my responsibility to help him.

If you're up for it,
I'd like to...

I'd like to try something.

But I need you to be careful

because you are...

yourself exhibiting symptoms
that I'm familiar with.

And we wouldn't want the doctor
to end up being committed,

- now would we?
- No.

You comfortable?

Yeah.

Just want you to relax.

Follow my instructions.

Okay.

Would you raise
your left hand?

No swinging clock?

Not for you.

Turn your palm
towards your face.

Now I want you to focus
on your palm.

Find a spot.

Notice the details
of that spot, the lines.

Now shift your focus
to the tip of your nose.

And back to the spot
on your hand.

Close your eyes.

And lower your hand.

Fill your mind
with a white screen.

And we're going to ask
your unconscious mind

to create a signal
for "yes."

"Yes."
Something simple.

A color... a logo.

And now a signal for "no,"
again, something simple.

Anything you'd like.

Only you will see it,
nobody else.

We're creating a simple way

to have a conversation
between the conscious

and unconscious parts
of your mind.

You will listen only
to the sound of my voice,

and from now on,
you will answer only

with these signals, yes or no,
do you understand?

Is your name Allan Pascal?

Are you a woman?

Imagine yourself on a beach.

It's a sunny day.

Crowded with people.
Children are playing.

A warm breeze
is blowing off the ocean.

You can feel it on your face
along with the sun.

Waves are crashing
in the distance.

And now you're
on an empty beach.

If there is still
someone with you...

on the beach...

I want you to raise
your left hand.

Approach this person.

And when you're close,
you can lower your hand.

I'm now gonna ask to speak
to someone else.

And when I do, only they will answer,
not you, do you understand?

Louis?

Is that you?

It's me, Dr. Perez.

Can you hear me, Louis?

- Come on, it's time to get out...
- Louis?

Are you there?

Will you talk to me?

Would you like to tell me
what happened?

What happened that day?

Rasputin came with us on a picnic,

but Mom said he had
to stay in his cage.

Picnic?

What did you eat?

Food, duh.

Has your brain shrunk
to the size of pea?

What kind of food?

Of course
you would ask that, fatty.

Mmm, you want a list?
I bet it makes you hungry.

Sure.
Give me a list.

We had bread
and pepperoni and cheese

and beer for them
and apple huice for me.

Mom wanted me to slow down

because she thought
I'd get a stomachache.

She's always scared
that I'm going to puke

or swallow a screw
by accident.

That can happen.

I once ate a Phillips head
by accident.

You ask her.
She'll tell you. I'm not a liar.

I know you're not a liar,
Louis.

Tell me more.

About food?
You want more food?

About anything.

There was birthday cake.

Chocolate.
And you had to make a wish.

Mom wished
that I'd be hers forever

and nothing bad
would happen to me.

And your wish?

That my dad
was my real dad

so he'd stay with us.

Did you tell them your wish,
or did you keep it to yourself?

Blah, blah, blah.

What does that mean?

It means blah, blah, blah.

Does that mean
you kept it to yourself?

It means that
I was going to say it,

but I didn't
because Mom and Dad

started arguing
about the candy.

Me first.

- What?
- Peter, I made these for Louis.

Louis, can I have one?

Can he have one?

No, you can't because...
I made these for Louis.

- Here.
- Stop it.

- What is your problem?
- Pack your things, come on.

- You always do this.
- Look at this, yet again.

- You know what? You're drunk.
- Oh, my god.

- Come on.
- Are we driving back with Dad?

Of course
you're driving back...

We're not going home
with you, okay?

- You're drunk.
- I'm not drunk...

Yeah, you're drunk,
and you're not allowed to drive like this.

What's wrong
with these candies?

- Peter, give them back!
- What, I can't have one?

Did you put
something in these?

- Stop it!
- Did you put something in...

What are you doing?
Give it back!

Fine, fine.
All right, eat one. Eat one! Eat one!

- No, what? Stop!
- Stop!

What happened next?

I ran away, and she ran after me,

and he ran after her.

- Louis!
- Louis! Louis!

Louis, wait, Louis.

- Hey, buddy, wait.
- Stay away from us, Peter!

She dragged me to the edge.

It's okay, come here.
You're too close!

Step back from the edge.

It's allowed, you know.

- You're too close, come here.
- What's allowed?

The right of disposal.

- Louis, come here. Let go!
- Louis! No, Louis!

Dad doesn't know
the rules. He didn't understand.

No!
Wait in the car!

Why do you want to hurt him?
You need some serious help.

She gave him this
huge push, and he wobbled like a cartoon.

You can guess the rest.

He fell.

It could've been
an accident. I know a lot about accidents.

But...
was it an accident, Louis?

Was it really an accident?

Maybe it was.

Maybe it wasn't.

Then what happened?

I did what she wanted,

like I always do.

Louis.

Come to me.

What did you do, Louis?

I walked backwards.

She didn't have to help me
this time.

I counted the steps.

Come with me.

It was only five steps.

It was easy.

One...

two...

three...

four...

five.

And then I thought
there might be a six,

but there wasn't a six.

Instead of a six,
I fell into the water.

And I died.

Code blue on three!

Dr. Pascal, wake up.

Code blue in coma bay!

Repeat:
code blue in the coma bay.

Hundred.
Are you charging?

Get clear.

Come on.

- No pulse.
- Okay, 150.

Clear.

Clear.

Again.

Clear.

Yeah, we got him.

Okay.

Pascal made the mistake
that all men make.

He thought that because Mommy
is so beautiful,

then she must be good.

But she's not good.

That's why she
has to live in a hospital now,

just like me, and now she has to tell
Fat Perez all of her secrets.

We, uh,
we put her in a private room,

but she's responding very,
very well to the treatment.

Misses Louis tremendously.

Did you ever conclude
on her diagnosis?

Munchausen syndrome by proxy.

Induced illness
is the correct terminology.

The victim abuses another,
usually a child,

in exchange for, you know,
love, attention.

When Louis was small,
she had actually injured him herself.

As he grew older,
he learned what she wanted,

you know, responded to her needs
in exchange for love.

She just had to be there, right?

He'd have an accident,
and she'd save him.

And every time,

it would strengthen
the bond between them.

She loved him,
she hated him.

Couldn't live with him,
couldn't live without him.

Pascal has to live
with the choice he made.

Just like I did.

Live with the consequences.
There are always consequences.

Things work out
in a funny way sometimes.

Not funny "ha ha."
Funny unexpected.

"The island of Ceylon
disappeared under our horizon

during the course of the day,
January..."

You shouldn't think,
oh, poor Louis Drax,

because it doesn't suck
too badly.

True story.

"Where on Earth
was Captain Nemo leading us?

And again, the tarnal sea
is not the road

to get us back to Europe.

'Who ever said we were
going back to Europe?'

'What do you think
we're trying to do then?"'

All my life,
I've been waiting for this.

Nine years.
Nine is my lucky number.

This is my ninth life,

and my ninth life
is my best one.

Lots of stuff sucked before.

It's not easy
being a disturbed child

or accident-prone.

Mom and Dad
hating each other sucked,

and school sucked,

and being called,
Whacko Boy, sucked.

Being in a coma
doesn't suck, though.

You don't have to worry
that Mom is fragile,

and I don't have to miss my dad
more than the whole universe

because he's always
going to be here

if I need to talk to him.

You don't have to stay.

You can wake up
and live if you want to.

Do you want to?

I don't know.

It depends
how curious you are

about what comes next.

Think about the world,
Louis.

Think about all of its magic,
all the possibility.

But what's the point
of going back

if you're not there?

I'm always with you.

Always.

Right here.

Right here.

Even if you can't
see me or hold my hand...

you can always talk to me.

I love you, kiddo.

All right.

Don't leave me.
Please stay.

I don't want you to go.

I'm sorry, kiddo.

I love you so much.

I love you more
than the whole house.

I love you more
than the whole house,

more than the whole street,

more than all the fish
in the sea.

Everything will be okay,
young sir.

I promise.

You're the strongest man
in the world.

♪ I was hiding
underneath the sea ♪

♪ Oh, I was looking
out for me ♪

♪ To be a better man ♪

♪ Oh, 'cause the music
was so much louder then ♪

♪ To be a better man ♪

♪ To be a better man ♪

♪ Oh 'cause the music
was so much louder ♪

♪ So much louder ♪

♪ So much louder ♪

♪ Was just me ♪

♪ The fish and the sea ♪

♪ Was just me ♪

♪ The fish and the sea ♪

♪ Was just me ♪

♪ The fish and the sea ♪

♪ 'Cause I was born
a noise machine ♪

♪ Wait I still,
I was born again ♪

♪ The music was louder then ♪

♪ The music was louder then ♪

♪ 'Cause I was
so happy then under ♪

♪ Under the sea ♪

♪ Under the sea ♪

♪ I was so much happier then ♪

♪ Under the sea ♪

♪ Under the sea ♪