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(♪♪♪)

(SCREAMS)

SARAH: Honey.

Honey, wake up. Wake up.

I'm here. You're okay.

You were dreaming.

It got me. It got me. (CRYING)

SARAH: Oh, baby. Baby, it's okay.

You were sleepwalking again. Oh, you're all right, honey.

Baby, calm down.

You're okay. You're okay.

Mm.

Careful, it's hot.

You want marshmallows?

No?

You feelin' a little bit better?

Mom, does everyone sleepwalk?

No, not everyone. Some people.

I stopped when I was about your age.

How did you make the nightmares go away?

Well, you remember the trick I taught you?

You look down at your hand and you count your fingers.

You can't count when you're dreaming,

you'll never get to five.

That's when I'd know I was asleep

and I'd wake myself up.

What are you doing?

Just making sure.

Mm-hmm.

Mom, can I sleep with you tonight?

What?

(CHUCKLES)

How can I say no to that face?

(CHUCKLES)

(GRUNTS)

Mom?

Yeah?

How do we know we're not dreaming right now?

'Cause we're awake,

we're having a normal conversation,

and we're gonna go to sleep,

and we'll wake up again in six hours, hopefully.

But when I wake up, sometimes I'm still dreaming.

Mm.

Get some sleep, baby. We gotta get up early.

Love you, Mom.

Love you, too. So much.

(♪♪♪)

Aimee?

Aimee?

Aimee?

Where are you?

Answer me, please.

Hello?

AIMEE: 6, 10, 3, 5, 2, 7, 14, 9--

SARAH: Hey, sweetheart. You okay?

AIMEE: 5, 2, 6, 11, 4--

SARAH: Wake up, baby.

AIMEE: 6, 10, 3, 5, 2, 7--

Hey, you're sleepwalking again.

AIMEE: No, you are.

(GASPING)

(SCREAMS)

(PANTING)

(PANTING)

(♪♪♪)

(SCREAMS)

(GASPS)

You're not gonna bring her back

by staring into the void, you know?

God, Mom, you scared me.

Jumpy?

Bad dreams again?

(SIGHS)

So real this time.

She was alive.

I held her in my arms.

You were sleepwalking again, weren't you?

Yeah.

GLORIA: You have to start locking your bedroom door at night.

Do you know how many people fall to their deaths each year

from sleepwalking out of windows,

down the stairs?

It's a fact. I read it on the internet.

Sarah, hon, have you thought about going back

to that support group?

I told you it didn't do anything for me.

It was an accident.

A horrible, terrible accident, but it wasn't your fault.

Sometimes the universe just allows things to happen--

I don't wanna hear that the universe allows

or doesn't allow bullshit.

I am tired of it. I've heard it all my life.

(♪♪♪)

(SIGHS)

(GAME BEEPING)

Holden, we gotta go.

You're gonna be late for school.

Grandma packed your lunch, right?

Hello?

Can you at least text me from that thing

if you're not gonna talk to me?

Wow.

Okay.

You can stay here and catch the bus.

(♪♪♪)

SARAH: Put that down for a second, please.

Listen, I know things have been hard on you

after what happened.

New school, new friends--

No friends, you mean.

SARAH: That'll change, okay?

You have to try to make friends.

Put in some effort. Things will get better.

You'll see.

We're gonna move back home?

You know we can't afford to do that right now.

I don't mind living with Grandma.

She's nice.

Yeah, well, not a fan.

That house gives me bad dreams.

Oh, um, listen.

I have to drive into the city this afternoon,

so Grandma's gonna pick you up after school, okay?

Got it?

Um, bye?

Oh, I love you, too, sweetheart!

(DOOR SHUTS)

SARAH: I haven't sleep walked since I was a kid.

But it was never like this. Never.

Every single night. It's out of control.

It only makes sense.

Look at everything you went through.

All that trauma, for years. And then your daughter.

I mean, you're haunted.

You're haunted by her memory.

Oh, yeah. It's overwhelming.

I wake up every single night in a panic,

can't go back to sleep, and then I'm walking around

the next day like a damn zombie.

Hmm.

Well, you just need to channel all of that into your art.

Pull it out of your psyche. Let it free you.

I mean, it is the best form of therapy.

You know this.

-I do. -Yeah.

So, you wanna talk about the new work?

I know. It's gotten darker.

ANIYA: I mean, I think it's great. Really strong.

And you know me, I'm not just saying that.

I think it's the start of something new.

Mm, God, that's all I want, the start of something new.

Listen, I wanna put your work in next month's group show.

It'll draw a big crowd. Cavanaugh will be featured.

Like, Lawrence Cavanaugh?

Mm-hmm.

-SARAH: What? -Yeah.

Why not give him a solo show?

He only has a few new pieces, but it'll be huge,

and it'll bring collectors from all over New England.

And I think they'll love your new work.

Oh, my God!

Aniya, thank you, thank you, thank you!

Oh, that's amazing.

Oh, of course. What are old friends for?

But I need you to finish up the new pieces, okay?

-I will. -No pressure.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

That's incredible.

(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

(DOOR SHUTS)

(GAME BEEPING)

Holden, look what I got. Celebratory pizza.

It's your favorite, extra cheese and pepperoni.

GLORIA: Oh, all that cheese binds me up.

You didn't put olives on that thing, did you?

You know I hate olives.

No, Mom. No olives.

Oh, geez, hon. You're looking rough.

Your eyes have serious baggage under--

Really?

Not even "Congratulations on the show, Sara.

Happy for you."?

You need spiritual alignment.

You are all out of whack, you know?

All pent up in here. All the time.

Is it possible to eat without getting a lecture

like I'm still a hapless teenager?

Or is it just in your DNA to give ridiculous advice?

Just trying to help.

I don't need advice, Mom. I need sleep.

(EXHALES)

(PILLS RATTLING)

(♪♪♪)

(SIGHS)

(♪♪♪)

(GIGGLING)

SARAH: Oh, my gosh, they have ponies.

It's your favorite! Pretty.

-Look at that big one. -Whoa.

(HOLDEN CHUCKLES)

Oh, look at the goats. They got the weirdest eyes.

AIMEE: Yeah.

Hey, can we get some cotton candy?

Absolutely not. That stuff is poison.

They can have a little bit.

They never have that kind of stuff.

Here, baby, I'll buy you some.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. What did I just say?

What did I just say?

Michael, let them be kids for once.

Stop.

Holden, Holden, here.

Then you have to share it with your sister though.

-Are you serious right now? -I want to ride the horses!

Keep an eye on her. Don't let her run off.

Aimee!

You sure you wanna wait? It's a long line.

All right. All right.

AIMEE: Oh, my gosh, he's so pretty.

Look at his mane.

Aimee!

(SCREAMS)

Oh!

WRANGLER: Whoa!

Aimee!

WRANGLER: Calm down.

Oh, my God, are you okay?

Don't ever do that again. You can't run off like that.

MICHAEL: What did I just say?

What did I just said? I said keep an eye on her!

Look at what you did!

She's fine.

I didn't think she was gonna take off like that.

I can't keep her chained to my wrist.

But you could actually watch her.

She could've got killed!

(SIGHS)

MICHAEL: Are you incompetent?

Do you actually fucking listen?

It's like you're purposely fucking ignoring me!

Holden? Aimee?

Aimee?

(GASPS)

(SOBS)

Sarah!

(PANTING)

(STROKING)

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

(EXHALES)

(CAR WHIRRING)

♪ Think I might need you more than I thought ♪

SARAH: (INDISTINCT SPEECH)

You like the red?

AIMEE: (INDISTINCT SPEECH)

SARAH: Wow, look at that.

You like the red?

-Yes, I do. -(LAUGHS)

Um, here. Open this one, kiddo.

What is it?

I don't know.

You're gonna have to open it.

Unless you wanna guess.

Hmm. Feels like...

-It's a box of air. -(LAUGHS)

-It's a box of air. -It's a hot air balloon.

(LAUGHING)

I love it!

-Aw! -Oh.

I'm so glad.

-(AIMEE GIGGLES) -Ah!

I'm gonna get the cake.

Got it. Yes.

(INDISCERNIBLE CHATTER)

Pew, pew, pew.

-All right. You ready, kiddo? -Yes!

Okay. Close your eyes.

No peeking.

(GIGGLES)

(TOGETHER) ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday, dear, Aimee ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

And many more.

(LAUGHING)

SARAH: Make a wish.

Wooh!

I felt that. It's gonna come true.

It's gonna come true. Time for cake!

Yay!

(GIGGLES)

MICHAEL: I told you this was important.

Do you think I wanna go?

I mean, you know how I feel about public speaking.

You knew I wouldn't be able to go.

But of course you have to take Alyssa with you,

because she's indispensable, right?

She's my assistant.

What the fuck's your problem?

I mean, she's not even remotely attractive!

God, you are disgusting.

Especially what you admitted to doing

after I was pregnant with Aimee.

Are you gonna bring that up every fucking time?

It's like your goddamn trump card.

Seriously, I can't get around it.

Every fucking time!

Fuck!

I want a divorce.

A what?

Yeah?

Are you out of your fucking mind?

I've been talking to a lawyer.

-MICHAEL: Oh, yeah? -Mm-hmm.

What firm?

You'll find out soon enough.

It's over, Michael. We're done.

Absolutely not!

You really wanna break up this family?

What for? Why would you wanna do that?

SARAH: You know why.

The last couple bruises you gave me,

I took pictures and I've been recording

your outbursts, too.

The lies, the screaming, the abuse, all of it!

Oh, you're recording it right now, huh?

SARAH: Mm-hmm.

You are such a gaslighter.

Constantly leading me into fights

and confrontation just so you can

leverage it all by recording me.

It's not gonna work, you know?

In fact, it'll actually have the opposite effect in court.

I highly doubt the photos of my bruises

will have the opposite effect in court.

You did that to yourself.

What?

MICHAEL: Yeah.

You are inhuman!

Fuck you, you miserable fucking bitch!

(GASPS)

Oh, Michael, no! No!

Delete. Delete.

-Delete! -SARAH: No, you gotta stop!

Where is your precious evidence now, huh?

Where's your grandmaster fucking plan now?

You are not gonna take my kids from me!

Calm down. Stop.

Do you hear me?

Never! Ever!

(SARAH GASPING)

(PANTS)

(SNIFFLES)

(EXHALES)

(TAKES DEEP BREATHS)

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT IN BACKGROUND)

(MACHINE BEEPING)

(♪♪♪)

Hi, Michael.

I wanted to come here and say...

I'm sorry.

I wanted to forgive you for everything you did.

I really wanted to.

But I can't.

You took her from me, like you always said you would.

As much as I wished that reality

could somehow start over, play out differently...

it can't.

It won't.

She's gone, because of you.

JOELLE: What are you doing here?

Hey, Joelle. Long time.

I just needed to come here and say my peace.

Yeah, I heard what you said, blaming him for everything.

You ruined my brother's life.

You did this to him, left him

when he needed you the most.

He wouldn't let me leave him.

He used every legal trick, every connection

with the courts.

Please, the courts always take the mom's side.

If you'd only let him see his kids

like any dad has a right to.

He had too many rights. He was a monster.

He pushed me down the goddamn stairs

and you know that!

Still sticking with that story?

Of course you are.

Because you couldn't just push for a divorce,

you had to ruin his life, didn't you?

Ruin his...

You know what he did to me.

You were there for me, you remember that?

At least you pretended to be.

Don't twist this around.

Aimee wanted to be with her father.

She always did.

Those kids meant everything to him.

And you could've stayed with him for them.

But no, you could only think about yourself.

How dare you?

Do you have any idea what this has done to me?

He needed you, and you threw him away.

And now...

Now he might never wake up because of you.

Let's just end it right there, okay,

before I completely lose my shit.

Because I'm about to. I really am.

Goodbye, Joelle.

(SCOFFS) Go to hell.

(♪♪♪)

They're my kids, too, you fucking bitch.

Get out. Fucking leave!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(AIMEE SCREAMS)

(♪♪♪)

Holden, you know my rule about cellphones at the table.

Sorry, Grandma.

You can watch your boobtube after dinner.

YouTube.

Whatever.

So how was everyone's day? Hmm?

Anything interesting happen?

Well, I watched a fascinating documentary

about the futility of human existence.

Jesus, Mom.

Well, you know, I really don't have

much to do except think all day,

and I realized that we are all just talking animals,

constantly trying to distract ourselves

from the truth of our human purpose.

Holden, you were put on this Earth as a pure spirit.

You did a great job with the tuna casserole.

Well, thank you.

What? You don't like your dinner?

Answer Grandma, please.

I was with Dad last night.

(♪♪♪)

With Dad?

In my dreams.

What happened?

He tried to take me away again.

I didn't wanna go.

(KNOCKING THE DOOR)

Holden, come on out, buddy.

It was a nightmare, Holden.

It felt so real.

You remember the counting trick, right?

Next time you have a nightmare, you count your fingers.

Okay?

Can I be excused?

Yeah.

They're coming to get you, Barbara.

Stop it! You're ignorant!

Holden?

JOHNNY: (ON TV) They're coming for you, Barbara.

BARBARA: (ON TV) Stop it! You're acting like a child.

JOHNNY: (ON TV) They're coming for you.

Baby.

BARBARA: (ON TV) No! No!

SARAH: Yeah, wake up. Get you to bed.

Let's get those teeth brushed, it's getting late.

(♪♪♪)

I'm awake now.

Well, it's past 10:00 p.m., you gotta get some sleep.

Can I at least be on my tablet for a few more minutes, please?

No. You know the rule.

Your devices stay downstairs at night.

No bargaining.

It's just I don't really wanna go

to sleep right now.

Well, just close your eyes and think beautiful things,

like the beach, camping in the woods.

The petting zoo?

Why'd you bring that up?

I was just dreaming about it.

The horse that scared Aimee.

Dad was so mad at you.

That's not a nice memory, Holden.

Think about Disney World. Hmm?

You remember Space Mountain?

You threw up that gummy candy all over me.

Disney World was the best.

Yeah. Think good thoughts.

Happy thoughts. Good night.

(♪♪♪)

SARAH: Hello?

(♪♪♪)

(GASPING)

Sarah, I miss you so much.

(PANTING)

SARAH: This is a dream.

(PANTING)

I have to wake up.

HOLDEN: Mom!

(GASPS)

Oh, God! Holden.

Oh! Thank you, baby.

If it weren't for you...

Oh, my God, you saved me.

Mom, why do you sleepwalk so much?

I don't know. No one knows.

I think something's wrong, but I'm gonna find out.

Okay?

I'm gonna get help.

Baby.

(EXHALES)

I've had multiple near misses now.

I could have killed myself.

I have no control over my body while I'm asleep,

and that is terrifying.

What's going on? Am-- am I crazy?

Is my subconscious trying to kill me?

Or...

You mentioned taking medication.

What were you prescribed?

Um, I...

No, I...

I sometimes take my mother's sleeping pills

once in a while, not often,

hoping that they'll knock me out hard enough

that I won't sleepwalk.

That's not advisable, Sarah.

Barely helps anyway.

I think your nightmares and sleepwalking

are a manifestation of misplaced guilt.

You didn't cause that accident.

You invited your husband over for closure, that's it.

Did I?

I want us-- I want us to be a family again,

like we're supposed to be.

That's not gonna happen.

I don't think so.

You wanna know something really disturbing?

I can handle the nightmares,

as long as I get to see Aimee...

even if it's just for a second.

That's fucked up, right? It's clearly not normal.

Well, nightmares aren't normal, no.

Yeah, but it's the sleepwalking that scares me.

I just need something that is going to shut it down.

I'm not aware of any medication that can do that safely.

But I'm gonna refer you to a specialist.

They'll do some tests.

This could be neurophysiological

for all we know.

We're gonna figure this out, okay?

We got this.

Beloved and compassionate spirits,

assist me in releasing all energies and intrusions

that are not in divine alignment.

Hello? What are you doing?

Did you drop acid or are you just trying to freak me out?

I am calling on our ancestors

to get rid of all this bad energy in the house.

It's like cobwebs. It's giving me a headache.

Right. Well, I hope it helps.

GLORIA: This is coming from your mind, you know?

You're bringing it in. It's a spiritual force.

Um, Mom, you do know that the '70s ended

a long time ago, right?

(BLOWS AIR)

But if you do have any sweet drugs stashed away

that you'd like to share...

Oh, God, I wish.

Beloved and compassionate spirits,

assist me.

(KNOCK ON THE WINDOW)

AIMEE: Holden.

Am I dreaming?

We're always dreaming, even when we're awake.

Where have you been? I missed you so much.

I've been waiting for you.

Come on. Come outside and play.

(♪♪♪)

Oh, my God!

Holden! Holden!

Holden! Wake up!

Oh, my God! Holden!

Holden! Holden!

Holden! Baby!

Baby, wake up!

No! Holden!

No!

Baby, Holden! No! No!

Oh, my God, Holden!

Oh, God. Holden!

Holden!

(CAR WHIRRING)

SARAH: Baby! Stop!

Oh, my God, stop!

(CAR HONKING)

Oh, my God! You're okay.

You're okay, honey.

I was with Aimee. I saw her.

Oh, sweetie, you were sleepwalking.

Baby, you were sleepwalking.

You're all right. Oh, my God.

Oh, okay.

What the hell are you two doing?

Get inside before you freeze your asses off.

Come on.

(LIGHT FLICKERING)

Damn wiring.

Hey, it's gonna be all right.

We'll make sure the windows can't be opened at night,

and we're gonna lock our doors, too.

You know, you shouldn't wake a sleepwalker.

It's dangerous.

(SCOFFS) That's an old wives' tale.

GLORIA: No, it's true.

Just like if you die in your sleep,

you get trapped in your dream.

(CHUCKLES)

I'm sorry, where did you read that?

That is some new age hippie bullshit.

Excuse me.

I don't wanna sleepwalk anymore.

You won't.

We'll make sure none of us can leave our rooms at night,

okay?

We keep them locked.

Dad's back.

What?

Aimee, too. They're both spirits.

You were dreaming, Holden.

His ghost talks to me through the door.

"Come with me, Holden. Come with me."

Maybe that was just a memory.

That happened before the accident, remember?

Shh. Listen.

Can you hear them? They're close.

Who is?

Aimee?

Help me. Please.

(SCREAMING)

Oh, my God.

Am I still dreaming?

(EXHALES)

So then how did you sleepwalk through a locked door?

I don't know.

I must have walked in and pulled it shut.

Okay. I guess that's possible.

Just freaking weird.

HOLDEN: I had a dream last night.

I was with Aimee.

We were playing outside like we used to.

You were with Aimee?

I thought I was dreaming for hours,

but when I woke up, it was only a few minutes.

Well, that's how dreams work.

You know, it can be hours or even days,

but it's really just a few minutes.

You know, I had a dream not long ago

that I was back in high school,

and a whole year went by.

Football games, prom,

and then suddenly I'm at graduation

and completely stark naked, you know?

(MIMICS A SOUND)

I mean, like everything, everything just out there.

Huh, it was mortifying.

Why do I even bother?

That was way too much information.

(GAME BEEPING)

(WATER RUNNING)

Can you turn that down, please?

Or go play somewhere else?

I swear to God you're turning into a goddamn zombie.

(SIGHS)

Holden, I didn't mean that. I'm sorry!

So listen, I invited my friend Bai over tomorrow night

to do a cleansing.

Who?

Bai. Bai Zhou.

She's Buddhist.

Oh, come on, you remember her, don't you?

She used to do my Tarot card readings

when you were a kid.

You have had some weird friends over the years.

Thanks.

SARAH: What kind of cleansing is this anyway?

Please don't tell me it's an exorcism.

Technically it's an exorcism, but she's good.

She just cleansed a house last summer in Danville.

Well, can she get rid of Michael,

but Aimee gets to stay?

I don't think it works that way.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello? Yeah.

Cerebral atrophy? Oh, God.

Yeah. Uh-huh.

I retain the right.

We're technically still married even though I...

Yeah. Uh-huh.

I'll be in later today. Thank you.

Well, all I can say is thank God that horrible man

is nearly off the planet.

He refused to give up the ghost for way too long.

Mom, can you, like, just stop and let me think about this?

Think about what? Pull the goddamn plug.

Are you through?

Holden should see his father one last time.

And I want you to come with us.

Oh, Jesus H. Christ on a crutch.

I'll get my coat. I'll get him ready.

(MACHINE BEEPING)

SARAH: Hi.

Oh, hi. Are you Mrs. Anders?

I go by Pangborn now.

We were separated before the accident.

Understood. I'm Dr. Henson.

We spoke on the phone. I'm new here.

Uh, this is kind of embarrassing,

but I think I was wrong about the cerebral atrophy.

Wrong? How so?

Well, he's on a definite decline,

that's for sure,

but he does have occasional intermittent increases

in brain activity.

Increases?

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

Well, I went through his files

and it's been happening since the accident.

Every night during REM sleep,

sudden intense bursts of gamma waves.

It's really extraordinary in a comatose patient.

I've never seen anything like it.

So what does that mean?

Well, sleep and dreams are still the Wild West

of consciousness research.

But high gamma like that, that usually means

lucid dreaming.

Taking control of his dreams.

(GASP)

-Oh! -Oh, God.

Oh, it happens. It's involuntary.

It can be a little unsettling.

A little?

I almost pissed myself.

Holden.

Hey!

(CRYING)

Holden. Hey.

Hey, honey.

Oh. Come here.

It's okay. I know it's hard.

Let it out.

JOELLE: Sarah?

Can I speak with you for a moment?

Just us.

Holden, love, go with Grandma, please.

GLORIA: Come on, kiddo. Let's get some candy.

Any kind you want.

I just...

I wanted to apologize for the other day.

I said...

What I said was cruel and heartless, and I'm sorry.

I've just been under a lot of pressure lately.

I'm barely sleeping, and-- and I'm...

SARAH: It's okay.

I mean, we're all going through this.

I've been having nightmares, really frightening ones.

Like Michael's trying to reach out to me,

tell me something.

Or maybe I'm just trying to deal

with all of this subconsciously.

I don't know, but I feel like I'm losing my mind,

like reality is slipping away in increments.

Believe me, I know.

I've been spiraling every day since the accident.

I had a dream where he tried to warn me.

I think he was trying to tell me about you.

What?

So, what are you planning on doing with Michael?

'Cause I know you've been talking to the doctors.

(SIGHS)

Well, it's been nearly three months.

He's not getting any better.

Just please, maybe let him

hang on a little bit longer.

Please.

I have a feeling he's gonna wake up very soon.

Look, I know it. He tells me he is.

Look, I-- I know this has been hell.

And I know you blame me.

No, not anymore.

Look, everyone knows Michael had issues.

He was cruel when we were kids.

Picked on me all the time. But he was my brother.

He's my brother.

I'm so sorry, Joelle.

If I could change things, turn back time.

I know. Believe me, I know.

Is Holden in his room?

Yeah, I told him to stay there until the insanity was over.

I can't believe I let you talk me into a séance.

I don't know what I was thinking.

This is good for your soul.

A releasing of the unconscious forces.

It's exactly what you need.

God, let's just get this over with, please.

Oh!

(CONTINUOUS BELL RINGING AND KNOCKING ON THE DOOR)

Bai Zhou! Aw, it's been too long.

Hey! How you doin', girl?

Oh, how long has it been?

Oh, you lookin' old.

Your wrinkles got wrinkles!

Well, when you were a kid, the rainbows

were in black and white.

(LAUGHS)

-SARAH: Hi. -Oh, wow!

Last time I saw you, you were in college.

You're getting old, too.

It's good to see you, too, Bai.

(BAI LAUGHS)

Oh, there's a darkness around you.

Not inside, but out.

It's like a great big shadow over you.

GLORIA: Sara's been having really bad dreams.

She's sleepwalking.

We need you to put an end to it.

Yes. Ah, yes.

I sense presences here, all around you.

Are you saying the house is haunted?

No, houses aren't haunted, people, people are haunted.

Ghosts latch onto you most of the time.

We never see them, but they can affect your health.

That's why they used to say

a person's in low spirits or high spirits.

Ghosts come out of the mind,

but that doesn't make them any less real.

Well, that is, uh, comforting.

So, let's get the party started.

Uh, you got anything to drink, like a whiskey sour?

(♪♪♪)

Okay, I want you to understand this

from a different perspective, a Buddhist perspective.

Reality is a construct of the brain.

It's full of supernatural beings.

They can all be invited in through the mind.

Sometimes willingly, sometimes not.

What about if someone's barely holding onto life?

Can they manifest into nightmares?

Of course.

The soul is not always tethered to the body.

It's free to roam around at night while we dream.

The Chinese used to believe that sleepwalkers

were possessed by evil spirits.

The demon would try and lead them to their death.

They'd take them to the forest or a lake to drown,

or even sleepwalk them straight off a cliff.

Uh, what are the pen and paper for?

I'm gonna see if I can summon the spirits

into ink, and try and find out how to put them to rest.

(CHANTS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

He's close.

He's getting closer every day.

He's not dead. No. Not yet.

You told her about Michael.

I swear I didn't say a word.

Oh, he's cruel, monstrous, and angry!

So angry.

He feels wronged by you.

He wants his son back.

(CHANTING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

He wants to be with you again.

He wants to reunite on the other side,

the place where death and dreams meet.

He's getting closer. He's drawing near.

(SCRIBBLING)

(LIGHTS FLICKERING)

What the hell is this?

Make it stop!

(PANTS)

This is happening. This is real.

GLORIA: Why are you here, Aimee?

(TOGETHER) It's all one, one endless dream.

He's coming for you. He's almost here.

(SCREAMS)

Aimee?

Aimee?

(SCREAMS)

Out! Be gone, spirit!

(PANTS)

(♪♪♪)

GLORIA: Bai.

BAI: (IN MICHAEL'S VOICE) Sarah, you're coming with me.

You and Holden, forever.

Leave my son alone!

(SCREAMS)

GLORIA: No!

(GROANS)

Oh, God. Oh, God.

(GROANS)

What's... What's happening?

What--

(GROANS)

Bai. No, Bai, don't.

Sarah, call 911.

OFFICER 1: Did she have any prior health issues

before today?

No, no, no.

She, um, she had a history of seizures.

And, uh, she had a stroke eight or nine years ago.

And, um, we were just having a quiet evening.

I mean... Oh, God.

Poor woman, you know?

We...

There-- there was really nothing we could do.

She was just there, and then...

(INDISCERNIBLE SPEECH)

(♪♪♪)

Hey, baby. What's going on?

Nothing. You excited for the show?

Yeah. Really excited.

Hopefully sell a few pieces,

then we can get a place of our own.

So keep your fingers crossed. Okay?

HOLDEN: That looks like the ghost from my dream.

Like Dad.

Yeah, except Dad is still alive,

and ghosts can't be both alive and dead

at the same time, now can they?

Then why does he tell me he's in hell?

Because they're just bad dreams, hon.

That's it.

We're letting them get to us way too much.

We gotta stay strong, or the world will beat us down.

(♪♪♪)

(INDISCERNIBLE CHATTER IN BACKGROUND)

GRETA: Sarah, I think these new pieces are an absolute revelation.

The shadow forms, the chiaroscuro.

There's violence under the surface.

Who are some of your influences?

Um, you know, I really like Giacometti--

It reminds me of Marinella's work.

-Mm. -Yeah, it's so fascinating.

Do you also know Chet Zar?

I mean, that is also a very interesting artist.

-I love Chet Zar. -Yeah, absolutely.

-I'm not familiar with his-- -Oh, look.

The belle of the ball finally arrives.

AMIT: Wow.

Cavanaugh made it to his own show.

-SARAH: Thank you. -That's a first.

GRETA: Yes.

-ANIYA: Excuse me. -Hi.

ANIYA: Excuse me. Sarah!

How's it going, girl? Closing it up?

I'm trying to. I'm exhausted.

Any interested buyers?

No, not yet, but the night is still young.

Oh, hey.

There's Cavanaugh. You want me to introduce you?

Mm, no. No, it's--

Come on.

Stop being so anti-social.

-You've got to meet him. -I'm not.

Let's go. Lawrence!

-Excuse me. -ANIYA: Lawrence.

-Hi. (KISSING) -Hi.

I want you to meet Sarah Pangborn.

Oh. You're Sarah Pangborn.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Possibly.

I have to say I love your new work.

I am truly glad you're a part of this show.

You are? I'm-- I'm sorry.

I meant to say thank you.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

You know, your style is reminiscent of Francis Bacon.

It's so stark and emotionally raw.

That's a huge compliment.

I've never even considered my work in the same realm.

Well, I think it's a direction you should continue to explore.

Do you know James Jarenson?

SARAH: Yes. Amazing artist.

Well, Jarenson and Deidre Clem

were my mentors in New York back in the '80s.

SARAH: Will you excuse me for a moment?

Yes, of course. Everything okay?

SARAH: I'll be right back.

Aimee?

Baby, turn around, please.

Please?

Oh, God.

(GASPS)

Hello?

Aimee?

Sarah. Come with me.

Forever.

No.

Where's Aimee?

Give her to me!

(SCREAMING)

(PANTING, SOBBING)

Sarah!

(INDISCERNIBLE CHATTER)

(CRYING)

(PILLS RATTLING)

(♪♪♪)

(PANTING)

(EXHALES)

(BIRDS CHIRPING IN DISTANCE)

(DRINK POURING)

(SIGHS)

(PHONE RINGING)

Hey, Joelle.

Hey, I'm just calling you back.

SARAH: (ON PHONE) It's been almost a week.

The doctors say he's still on a steady decline.

He's just... He's not improving.

JOELLE: (ON PHONE) I know.

He's getting worse. He wants it to end.

I can feel it.

It's like he's reaching out to me.

We all wanna hold on for a miracle, but...

JOELLE: (ON PHONE) No.

No, he's suffered long enough. It's time.

It's time.

Okay.

Uh, I will call you tomorrow and we'll make the arrangements.

Take care, Joelle.

When Michael dies, he's not gonna let you go.

Why would you say that?

You were there.

You heard what came out of Bai's mouth.

That man is in a coma.

He's not even dead yet, but his spirit got through.

But...

Uh, you said it yourself, Mom,

I-- I need to let them go.

They're just projections.

No. We saw them.

They're real.

Mother, please! Please, this is...

God, this is making me feel sick.

I can't handle it.

Hear me out.

What if Michael's spirit gets stronger

once it's free from his body?

What then?

How are you gonna protect yourself?

How are you gonna protect your son?

Stop!

I don't wanna keep talking about this anymore.

It's making me crazy.

Okay, fine! Don't listen to me.

Just...

Forget everything I just said.

I need to get out.

I need to be out of this house for a while.

Make sure Holden's in bed by 9:00.

Please.

(♪♪♪)

MICHAEL: Just give me one more chance, please.

That's all I ask, just one more chance.

I gave you too many chances.

You need help, Michael, serious psychiatric help.

Stop saying that!

(♪♪♪)

(RINGING)

ANIYA: (ON PHONE) Hey, Sarah. How are you?

Hey.

I was just out for a drive.

Wondering if you wanna grab a drink.

Or three.

ANIYA: (ON PHONE) Are you feeling all right?

I just need a night out and some good company.

ANIYA: (ON PHONE) Well, Sarah, honestly, I don't think

you should be driving a car while you're sleeping.

What?

(♪♪♪)

(GASPS)

Oh, no!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(SCREAMING, GASPING)

(PANTING)

Jesus fucking Christ!

(CRYING)

(SIGHS)

Are you sure you don't need me to come with you?

I know it's not gonna be easy.

It's okay.

Just stay here and keep Holden's mind off things.

This is something I have to do alone.

It's gonna end after this. No more nightmares.

No more sleepwalking, right? Come here.

You got this. You're very strong.

You get that from me. I love you, kiddo.

Love you, too.

(♪♪♪)

(MACHINE BEEPING)

(MACHINE STATIC)

VOICEOVER ARTIST: (ON TV) And you get all that for just three easy payments of 9.95.

(PEOPLE CHEERING ON TV)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR SHUTS)

Hey, baby.

It's over.

Dad's gone?

Yeah.

But it's like we talked about. He's no longer suffering.

No more bad dreams.

SARAH: There you go, snug as a bug.

Try to get some sleep. Okay?

(KISSES)

I will never let anything happen to you.

Ever.

I love you, Mom.

(KISSES)

I love you, too, so much.

(EXHALES)

(KETTLE BEEPING)

(DRINK POURING)

(GULPING)

(♪♪♪)

(SCREAMS)

(♪♪♪)

(GASPS)

(THUD IN DISTANCE)

Mom?

(♪♪♪)

(THUDDING IN DISTANCE)

(EXHALES)

Holden!

This is your fault.

Aimee.

It's your fault I'm here.

Oh, God.

I am so sorry, Aimee.

I love you so much. You're my love.

You wanna know the truth?

I wanted to go with him.

Don't say that. Please.

HOLDEN: Mom.

Mom!

Mom!

Holden!

(HOLDEN SCREAMS)

Holden?

MICHAEL: Sarah.

Sarah!

(GASPS)

Sarah. Wake up!

Please. Wake up!

Please.

MICHAEL AND GLORIA: (TOGETHER) Sarah, wake up!

(SCREAMS)

(THUDDING)

(SCREAMS)

(CRYING)

Grandma?

It's okay. It's all right.

It's not real. Baby, it's not real.

Okay? It's just a dream.

We're gonna wake up and it's gonna be all better.

Okay? I promise. We're gonna wake up.

(SIREN BEEPING)

No, she didn't have any other health issues.

I think she was sleepwalking.

Sleepwalking? That happened frequently?

Yeah, occasionally. Runs in the family.

I do it. Even my son sleepwalks.

I'm sorry, do you think this is gonna take much longer?

(THUNDER IN DISTANCE)

SARAH: I had to say those things to protect you.

You know that?

You shoulda told them the truth.

Your father is doing this.

You can't see it, but it's him.

Grandma was right. You need help.

He wants to take you away from me.

I'll never let that happen, do you hear me?

Never ever.

Yeah, that sounds doable.

And we don't need a big funeral.

Um, most of her friends have already passed away.

It'll just be about a dozen of us.

Yeah. Thank you.

(CRYING)

(SIMMERING)

(CHOPPING)

(SNIFFLES)

Sorry, dinner's a little late.

It's your favorite, curry.

(GRUNTS)

Dig in, guys. It's getting cold.

(MUNCHING)

It's good.

Spicy.

Well, enjoy it. This'll be the last time.

I don't want it to be the last time.

I want you back. I want my kids back.

Michael.

Please, just let me finish.

I want us to be a family again, like we're supposed to be.

That's not gonna happen. We're separated.

One way or another, we're getting a divorce.

I don't care how long you try and drag this out.

Give me one more chance, please.

That's all I ask, just one more chance.

I gave you too many chances,

and every time you went back to your old ways.

You need help, Michael, serious psychiatric help.

Stop saying that!

I'm so tired of you fucking saying that.

Kids, go upstairs and find Grandma.

Take your dinners with you.

Mom and Dad need to talk.

Stop yelling. I'm done with it!

Done with your abuse!

Abuse?

You and your pathetic allegations.

My lawyers have photos of the bruises, Michael.

-And the black eye. -Hmm.

Everyone's gonna know who you are now.

Everyone.

(DISHES CLATTER)

You're lucky I was so kind, so caring.

I gave up everything, everything for you

and those kids,

my entire existence, and this is what you do to me?

Go to hell.

They're my kids, too, you fucking bitch.

Get off me. Get out!

Get out right now or I will call the police!

-Just-- -SARAH: That's it!

-MICHAEL: Stop. -That's it. That is it.

-Stop. -Sarah, just--

SARAH: That's it. I'm calling them.

You did this. You brought this on yourself.

-Just stop. -DISPATCHER: (ON PHONE) 911.

Hi, is this the police?

Stop.

SARAH: This is Sarah Pangborn.

MICHAEL: Okay. Please.

DISPATCHER: (ON PHONE) Ma'am?

Hello?

Please.

DISPATCHER: (ON PHONE) Are you still there? Hello?

I'm going.

Then get out.

DISPATCHER: (ON PHONE) Are you in danger?

Right now! Fucking leave!

DISPATCHER: (ON PHONE) ...police.

Go!

DISPATCHER: (ON PHONE) Ma'am, we do hear yelling.

Ma'am, are you okay?

Ma'am, what's going on?

Hello?

Yeah, I'm here.

DISPATCHER: (ON PHONE) Ma'am, are you okay?

I'm okay.

DISPATCHER: (ON PHONE) Do you need assistance from the police?

No, I'm, uh, I'm fine. I, uh, he just-- he-- he left.

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

(CAR DOOR SHUTS)

(♪♪♪)

(WATER RUNNING)

Dad!

Shh.

I thought you left.

I couldn't leave without saying goodbye.

You know, your mom didn't let me tell you

about the present that I have for you,

the reason why I came here is 'cause she'd be jealous,

'cause she knows how much you're gonna like it.

What is it?

I don't know. Okay.

(LAUGHS)

Oh, my gosh! A piebald?

A Welsh Cob, just like you wanted.

I mean, perfect markings, perfect mane.

So we'll go down to the stables in the morning,

but if we don't leave now, your mom's never

gonna let you have him.

Are you serious?

Yeah.

It's okay?

Well, I'm gonna be honest, okay?

Mom doesn't want you to go.

But I feel like we can make an exception

just this once, right?

Me, too. All right, come on.

(KNOCK ON THE DOOR)

Holden, come on out, buddy.

It's your daddy.

Holden, come on.

Me and your sister and you are gonna go on a trip.

Holden, open the door now. Open the door.

Can we see him tonight, just to say hi?

No, love. First thing in the morning.

Daddy's tired.

(♪♪♪)

Daddy!

I-- I-- I'm-- I'm okay. I'm okay.

I'm okay. Daddy's just a little tired.

(KETTLE WHISTLING)

-Daddy! -MICHAEL: I'm okay.

We'll be home soon.

Don't worry.

(YAWNS)

Daddy's a little tired.

(KETTLE WHISTLING)

(WATER RUNNING)

I think she put something in my food.

Who did?

Um, your mom.

(SCREAMS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(PANTING)

Mom. Dad took Aimee.

What?

Aimee!

(PANTING)

(SCREAMS)

(GASPS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(SCREAMS)

GLORIA: That's how dreams work.

(♪♪♪)

GLORIA: It can seem like hours or even days go by.

(SARAH CHOCKING)

(GASPING)

GLORIA: But only a few minutes have passed.

(♪♪♪)