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Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Finally

We're alone.

Call me Hayward.

Do you believe in magic?

Do you believe in love at first sight?

I do.

With you

You're a natural.

You alright?

What did you do last night?

Nothing.

Nothing nothing?

- Nothing at all? - Yeah.

Are we still on for tonight?

Well, I have to stay in because the boss is in Singapore, so...

- Oh, really? - Yeah. I'm sorry.

- Are you mad at me? - No, of course not.

Are you alright?

You seem like you're a little shaky.

Yeah, something really weird just happened.

Really? What?

There was this guy in the elevator, and he

he touched my shoulder.

Touched your shoulder like in a creepy, intentional way?

Yeah, I think so.

- That's sexual harassment, you know. - I know.

You should talk to the building manager. They can...

I just sort of want to forget that it happened.

Okay.

Well uh, I have to go to a meeting

- so I'll see you later. - Okay.

Bye.

- Excuse me. - Excuse me.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Please explain

Slipped out of myself

Can I not be me?

Please explain

Cold everywhere

Please explain

Waking up again here...

Mary.

Mary, you'll stay at my house for as long as you like. Okay?

Please explain

Brighter

Wrong

You're freezing.

Please explain.

What did they put me on?

I don't remember a name.

Something to calm you.

Do you need anything?

I just need to rest.

I don't understand what happened.

What do you think happened?

I think a strange man touched my shoulder

and then I felt strange.

What felt strange?

I felt like I could hear what he was thinking

but he wasn't moving his lips.

Do you think telepathy is real?

What do you think?

It felt real

at the time, but I don't know.

Has this ever happened before?

What?

- Hearing thoughts. - No.

Can you hear thoughts now?

No.

Do you see any connection between

what happened in the elevator and what happened in the bathroom?

Yes. I think one thing led to the other.

What are you thinking about right now?

What if I get disoriented again?

- Are you afraid that might happen again? - Mhmm.

Yes.

... just dance around and

dance around naked and paint our faces blue like clowns

and go blah blah blah.

Anything'd be better than this.

Oh, then I have to do the washing again.

Mary, you're so skinny.

Skinny-minnie, skinny-malinkey

Minkey...

Oh, Jesus Christ...

I hate caramel. I hate caramel butterscotch.

Why can't you just have apples in your crumble?

I don't even wanna eat crumble.

I want chocolate mousse.

Or cheesecake. Why can't she make cheesecake?

I know they always made crumble in their house, but who cares?

She's married to me now.

Jesus Christ...

Why can't she make moussaka?

Feeling well?

No, I'm fine. I'm just gonna go to sleep.

Goodnight.

How did you find me?

Easy.

What did you do to me?

I touched you.

You've got the knack.

Come on. We're going on a field trip.

Sooner than you think sleep will be obsolete.

It'll all be one long dream,

unrolling like a highway,

no traffic, no stop lights.

Just pure glorious go.

Can you hear me all the time?

Can I?

But I can only hear you when you talk to me?

So it seems.

Don't panic.

Whose house is this?

Tony's.

A screenwriter.

And a producer.

He made this movie.

About a serial killer.

How 'bout that?

What do you think happens here?

Hayward?

- Hey Mar. - Hey.

Hey. Laura said that I could...

- Yeah, it's fine. - ... come up.

How are you doing?

You look uh... you look a lot better.

Better than Friday?

- Yeah, much better. - Oh, good.

Laura says that if you want to, I could take you for a ride.

Do you want to?

- Sure. Sounds good. - Yeah?

- Change of scenery. Come on. - Yeah, sure.

I have to get...

- My car's just down there. - Okay.

Do I look silly in these?

No, I like them.

Five bucks at Venice Beach.

When did you go to Venice?

Uh, yesterday.

- Who with? - I went with a client.

Don't worry. Don't be paranoid.

Turn that up. I like it.

What song?

I'm just thinking about a song in my head.

- You okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.

Here.

There we go.

Can you turn that off, please?

- What? - Could you turn that off, please?

I thought you liked Salsa?

I don't like all Salsa, and I don't like this.

Well, you did.

I lied.

Okay. There you go.

Are you alright?

I'm good.

Hey, it was good to see you.

Why?

I mean, it was good to see that you're doing better.

What's gonna happen?

You'll get better, you know, you'll go to work.

Things will be fine. This is just a blip, you know?

I mean between us.

I like being with you.

You like being with me?

Yeah, I like being with you.

You know what I mean.

It was good to see you.

- Mary. - What?

- Where are you going? - I wanna go inside.

Why are you going inside?

Because I feel like it.

I can't just kiss you and then go inside?

- I mean, of course you can, but... - Okay.

- But... - Alright, what?

Nothing, I...

- Is everything okay? - Yeah, everything's fine.

I'll see you soon, okay? Bye.

Mary.

Got a storyline for you, Tony.

How'd you get in here?

It could be a book or a movie...

or an apocalyptic mini-series.

I didn't invite you in.

My story's about a virus.

You get infected just from getting touched.

Alright, that's very interesting and um...

Here's a nifty twist.

There's no protection from this virus.

There's no brain condoms.

Look, can you please just go on home

okay? And if you want to set up a meeting with me...

Relax, Tony.

Don't just talk to fill dead air.

Mary. Come here.

Join us.

If I don't move then maybe I'm not here.

Don't make me repeat.

On the couch.

That's a great idea, it's...

great.

You made a movie about a serial killer.

You must know a lot about them.

That was a long time ago.

I'm a better filmmaker now.

A more honest filmmaker?

Yeah, more honest.

Try being really honest.

I don't want to be here.

No one does.

Why can't I leave?

Please.

So, I was twelve-years old when my mom first married Nick.

And at first, I thought he was nice.

Bringing these little things

but then, he sort of accidentally...

Incest, incest, incest

Gimme a break.

God. Is everyone an incest survivor?

It's boring.

It's always the same.

If I count backwards from a thousand

and the session ends exactly when I get to zero,

then that means I will live forever.

1000, 999, 998...

997, 996, 995,

- Check that out. - 994, 993, 992...

Damn.

Aw man.

She has no mom.

Her mom needs a mom, and she...

Please make the voices stop.

Stop it.

Stop it.

Please make the voices stop.

Music.

Good. Good.

Oh my God, my mom is going to freak out when I tell her I'm pregnant.

- Yeah maybe, or maybe not. - I don't wanna get fat.

Maybe just a little nibble.

Should I tell her now that we're walking to the bar instead of taking her home?

- I mean, what should I tell her? I don't know what to do. - I think I love him.

I do. I love him.

Oh my God, I can't believe it. I love him!

I just can't stand thinking about being stuck here with her.

Mary.

Surf music. Where's that coming from?

I don't know.

You.

Think jazz, Radio M.

Can anybody else hear that?

Are you dead?

Where are you taking me?

Exploring.

What do you think about him?

Or her?

You order a vanilla shake.

and then you think, darn, I should have picked strawberry.

But all you can do is guess what you want

and if you get it wrong, there's always the next snack.

It's not like vanilla's the end of the world.

Walking?

When did we start walking?

Baby steps.

Baby steps?

And teething.

Tonight you teethe.

Dead air.

When Radio Mary's turned off it's all dead air.

Excuse me, can I help you?

You're trespassing.

They're scared.

What about the music?

What do you want? Money?

It ain't a numbers game.

Jake Shankar... Cindy Welton,

how do I know their names?

Just let it pour in.

Mary, meet Jake.

You know my name?

He's thirty-one. She's twenty-nine.

He's got a little boy. She's had an abortion.

I'm pleased you're listening so well, Mary.

Just listen and they'll tell you everything.

Do you believe in magic?

Just take whatever you want. Okay?

Magic, in the young girl's heart.

He's gonna kill us.

And who says dying is such a bad deal?

Why is everyone so wigged-out about dying?

How about cueing up some music, Mary?

This is not real.

No, Mary.

This is what's really real.

Why?

Music?

Isn't this the best? Exciting.

No!

Hole in the sky, M

You made me do this.

Baby steps.

I would never kill anybody.

You just did.

Rice Krispies.

How are you feeling today, Mary?

Not very good.

Thanks.

I feel scared.

Do you know of what?

Of the man.

Have you seen him again?

She's hiding something.

In what sense?

In any sense.

So what if I have seen him?

If this guy's real, then it's a police matter.

Have you seen him?

No, I haven't seen him.

What's bothering you, Mary?

I've just been having bad dreams.

Lying?

I had a bad dream about the man,

and then I woke up and I was scared.

Definitely lying.

What did the man do in your dream?

Just weird dream stuff.

Why is she lying?

When you woke up how did you feel?

What?

How did you feel when you woke up?

She's wondering whether to trust me.

Is she paranoid?

I didn't feel paranoid.

She's watching my fingers?

Okay, I don't think it's working today, Mary.

Just let it be over. Let it be quiet.

Just let me go home and be alone, please.

Please, please.

You're not honest with me.

You need to open up when you want me to help you.

Oh God, how long have I been tying my shoelace?

I want to help you and I see that there's a problem. Okay? So...

- I think it's better if we meet next week.- Try not to look afraid.

Fresh. Okay?

Talk to Cynthia.

Alright? You have to open up.

So that we can solve this. Okay?

- Oh, this is bad. - Let's meet next week.

Try smiling. Smile.

Talk to Cynthia, front desk.

And she'll give you a new appointment.

And I'll see you next week.

Same time. Alright.

Okay, thank you so much.

You can't just walk away.

You're sure you wanna go home so soon,

- back to living alone? - Yes, I am.

You don't have to.

I really don't want you to worry about me.

I'm totally fine.

I'm not worried. It's just that...

nevermind.

I'm sorry to have been a bother to you.

You don't have to go.

You can stay with us as long as you like.

I'd really like you to stay.

No, thank you.

Are you sure?

- Yes, I'm sure. - Really?

Really.

Maybe I should've gotten a macchiato.

A little milk just emulsifies it pretty nicely.

I'm not a purist or not, I like a little milk.

He didn't buy me a snack, and I'm starving.

Now you just think you can lumber me off to school,

and I hate this camera, it's horrible.

I'm gonna kill ya, hoe.

I'm gonna kill ya, hoe. I'm gonna kill ya, hoe.

I'm gonna kill ya, hoe. I'm gonna kill ya, hoe.

Excuse me.

Excuse me. Sorry.

Hey.

Hey.

You look fabulous.

You always say that.

I always mean it.

Why didn't you tell me you were back at work?

I don't know.

Do you want to go to lunch and celebrate?

- I'm not sure about lunch today. - Oh, come on.

- It'll be fun. - I want to get back to the routine.

Well, lunch is routine.

Okay.

- I'll see you later. - Alright.

Hey. Lunch?

- I'm sorry, what? - How about lunch?

This is taking a lot longer than I expected it to.

I think I'm gonna skip it.

- Okay. - Okay.

Hey.

How's it going?

- Pretty good. How are you? - I'm alright.

Could see you are eating lunch by yourself.

Yeah.

Would you like to go to dinner with me?

First lunch, then dinner.

Well, you didn't let me take you to lunch, so it doesn't really count.

- That's fair. - Okay.

- I'll call you? - Or I could call you.

You'll call me. Alright.

Well, I guess I'll see you up there. Bye.

- Are you gonna be upstairs? - Yeah, in a minute.

- I'll see you. - Bye.

Don't panic.

You thought that if you kept to safe public places,

that if you saw me, you could handle the situation?

Where is he? What should I say?

Jesus, he hears this. He hears everything.

You thought that you could just walk away.

Don't panic.

How did you get up there?

Beethoven?

The Ninth?

The Ninth.

Mary, your taste is improving.

I've never even listened to Beethoven.

You must have sometime.

What happened?

What didn't?

Why me?

Why not?

Hey.

I'm happy to see you. I can't believe you came.

Yeah.

- Here, come on in. Come on. - Okay.

- Let's go upstairs. - Okay.

- How are you doing? - Good. How are you?

Fine.

- Say you're mine. - What?

- Say you're mine. - What do you mean 'mine'?

Just mine.

Look at what you're letting that boy do, Mary.

You're too easy.

- You brought me here. - What?

Feeling something again?

Some dire desire?

- Squeeze. - No.

- Squeeze, please. - No.

Get off!

- Do you really mean no? - Yes.

You don't wanna stop. Not really.

- Get off me!- No.

Squeeze.

Hole in the sky, M,

dig that hole.

Hayward?

Hayward!

And when I open my eyes I'll be back in my room.

When I open my eyes, please.

- Tom. You're late. - Hey.

They just transported the vic.

She was still on the floor when I got here.

I put the robe on her.

Name's Mary Delany.

I've seen her before.

She works over in Century City.

Yeah? How well do you know her?

I just saw her in passing at a law office, that's all.

Mary?

I'm Detective Tom Reese.

Are you all right?

I remember you.

No, I'm not really all right.

Mary, tell me what happened.

It happens in the gaps.

Tell me.

Tell me everything that you can remember.

You knew the deceased?

The deceased, Rand Foley.

I'm sorry. I thought you said did I know the diseased.

- Well, did you? - Yeah.

Did you kill Rand Foley?

How many times have we been together?

It ain't a numbers game.

Mary.

Mary, it's Detective Reese.

- Tom. - Yes.

You're implicated in Rand Foley's murder.

I know.

I mean, I can guess.

The coroner says that Rand Foley died of a heart attack.

But there was significant pre-mortem bruising

that does not easily correlate with you,

with your body strength.

Was there someone else there with you?

He brought me.

A man brought you to Rand Foley's house?

He's taken a certain interest in me

and I've found it very difficult to dissuade him.

Who?

He can hear.

Who can hear?

He can hear everything.

Who?

I want to help you, but I need to know what you know to do that.

Hayward.

Did Hayward know Rand Foley?

He knows everything about me.

Did Hayward kill Rand Foley?

It feels real and then it doesn't.

It's like sex.

You know how sex can feel like a dream after it happens?

Go on.

It's sexual and I feel embarrassed.

What else can you tell me about last night?

I'm trapped.

I pretend that I don't want to be, but I am.

- I wish you'd reconsider and come back home with us. - I'm okay.

- You're in denial. - No, I'm not.

You look really tired.

The detective told me he could give me a ride home if you want...

No, no, I'm not letting some detective drive you home.

Why? He's really nice.

You're really lucky.

I'm lucky?

That he believes you.

What if they charged you? What if we'd had to post bail?

Ouch.

Mary, you're under suspicion.

I know.

I need to find you an attorney.

Do you hear bagpipes?

No. Okay, um...

Thank you again. And I will call you later.

Okay. Thank you for giving me a ride.

I'll call you later.

Okay, yeah. I'll talk to you later.

- Bye guys. - Bye.

There she is. Hello.

Mary, Mary, Mary.

What's in the bag?

Dinner?

She's looking at me. I think she's looking at me.

Shit.

Is she coming to the window? She is coming to the window.

Okay. Shit.

And there she goes.

Guilty as a fish.

Huh? What made me think that?

Mary?

- Tom. - Miss Delany.

- You can come inside. - Thank you.

I've placed you under surveillance.

You're being watched for your protection.

- All night? - Yes.

Okay. So you don't have to stay outside.

Not me. Sergeant Vanderhorn is stationed outside.

I'm heading up the investigation so I've got things to do.

Don't worry. I'll stop by in the morning.

Thank you.

- Good night. - Good night.

Please don't go.

- Mary... - Hey.

Could I make you some coffee or some tea or something?

- Uh, okay. - Okay.

Great. I'll get it started.

- I'll be right up. - Great.

- I'm gonna back and talk to her. - Yeah?

Stay awake.

Can she make me a cup of coffee?

I'm serious.

Hey. Come on in.

You can take a seat if you want.

Um, is herbal okay?

That's fine.

He takes me.

And I let him.

Who takes you? Hayward?

Are you in a relationship with Hayward?

What do you mean?

You mean, is he my boyfriend?

I mean,

just what kind of a relationship do you have with this man?

He touched me.

He touched you sexually?

He rearranged my molecules.

I know it sounds crazy.

It is crazy.

Am I guilty?

Are you?

- Of what? - You tell me.

If he made me then I'm not.

Were you coerced?

Yes.

Coerced to do what?

To fuck.

- It's hopeless. - No, it's not.

Can you please stay?

Sergeant Vanderhorn is very capable.

He'll be just outside all night.

I know. It's just I feel safer with you.

I can stick around for a bit.

Thank you.

- Hey. - Hi.

- Do you mind? - No.

Couldn't stay up there alone.

You don't have to stay up there.

You can do whatever you like. Get on with your life.

I don't have a life.

I'm sorry. That sounded really whiny.

No, it doesn't.

Is there something you want to tell me?

I don't know where to begin.

Begin anywhere. Begin in the middle.

I feel guilty.

Of what?

Did you see that?

See what?

It seemed really close.

What is it, Mary?

Thank you for trying.

I'll make us an omelette.

You love my omelettes.

Shall we call him up for a snack?

- Who? - Mr. Nice Guy.

I liked it last night.

It's horrible that I liked it.

Sweetheart.

Fuck. You care.

Tom. Tom.

Vanderhorn. Report.

Goddammit, Vanderhorn, report!

Mary?

Mary!

Vanderhorn!

Dispatch. I've got an officer down.

I need paramedics and backup, right away.

Tom.

Tom.

Tom.

Mary?

Are you injured?

Mary, put down the knife.

Are you Hayward?

- Mary, is he Hayward? - Yes.

Got her dead to rights.

He's playing games.

Not a game.

See how she cut me?

Save yourself, Tom. She's the killer.

Drop the knife!

That's not true.

He's lying. He made me do it.

Liar, liar. Pants on fire.

- He made me do it. He made me do it. - Put your hands over your head.

- He made me do it. - She likes to do it.

Halt.

Halt!

Mary, put down the knife.

No! No!

He touched you.

He touched me.

Bad things happen when he touches you.

I can't hear the voices anymore.

They're gone.

What do you think happens when you fly up to the hole in the sky?

Can you hear him?

I'm dying.

No.

I've never died before.

Tom!

What the hell's wrong with him?

Tom. Tom.

Infected.

- He's up there.- He's really lost it.

Do you believe in magic?

Can't they hear?

Can't they see?