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[huffs]

Hey, Ace!

Come here boy.

Good boy.

Hey, Mom! Molly!

[Molly] Hey! Ooh!

[Tim] What's up squirt?

Squirt? I'm almost as tall as you.

Whatever.

Hi, honey.

Hey, Mom. How are you?

I'm so good to see you.

Good to see you, too.

What's that I smell?

Mom, please tell me that's your lasagna in the kitchen.

[Molly clears her throat]

That is my lasagna

you smell in the kitchen.

I learned to cook while you were away.

So, we got a backup plan for dinner, right?

[all laugh]

Shut up!

Come on guys, let's go get something to eat.

Hey, remember that time you lost Ace?

-The time that I lost Ace? -Mm-hm.

No, you lost Ace.

Mom, she left the front door wide open.

I'm gonna get some more juice.

Anybody need anything?

Honey, can you get some more water?

We could all use a lot more water.

Okay, Mama.

Thank you.

[Mrs. Goldman chuckles]

So, how's school going?

It's going good. Yeah.

We are so proud of you, honey.

-[Tim] Thanks, Mom. -So proud.

So, did you know that I made the honor roll before?

[Tim] No, I didn't.

-Wait, you made the honor roll? -[Mr. Goldman laughs]

[Mrs. Goldman] I don't remember that.

[Tim] I'm not so sure I believe that.

[all laugh]

That counts.

I must admit this lasagna is pretty good.

Here we go.

I'll take some of that.

I got that. Okay.

[both chuckle]

So, the lasagna is pretty good, huh?

Not bad, not bad for a rookie.

-[Mr. Goldman] Here you go, Tim. -Thanks, Dad.

Although you did learn from the best.

Of course. Of course.

Here you go, Mom.

-Thanks, honey. -[Tim] Mm-Hm.

Take another piece of this bread.

Since when did you start eating so much?

He learned it from you, dear.

Yeah, but I work out.

[all laugh]

-Okay. -[Mrs. Goldman] All right.

But in all seriousness, I wanna make a toast to Tim.

It's great to have you home, son.

Thanks, Dad.

[Mr. Goldman] Tim, I'm glad you're here.

[Mrs. Goldman] To family!

To family!

[ominous music plays]

[coughs]

-You okay, Dad? -[Mrs. Goldman] Honey?

[Mr. Goldman pants]

I don't know. I don't feel good all of a sudden.

-[Mrs. Goldman] Honey. -[exhales]

Do you think it was the food?

No, I don't know.

Maybe-- maybe it's the wine.

[exhales]

Anyway, I'm not feeling good.

Tim, I'll talk to you later, okay?

Okay.

[sighs]

Welcome home, son.

-I'll check on you later, okay? -Okay, I got it.

[Mr. Goldman sighs]

[thunder rumbles]

[mysterious music plays]

[thunder rolls]

[ominous music plays]

[dog whimpers]

[dog moans]

[flesh squelches]

[tense music plays]

[ominous music plays]

Molly?

[ominous music plays]

[moans]

[hammer drops]

[thunder rumbles]

[door closes]

[knife scrapes]

[tense music plays]

[Mr. Goldman screams]

[Mr. Goldman coughs]

[Mr. Goldman moans]

[flesh squelches]

[Mr. Goldman moans]

[Mr. Goldman moans]

[Mr. Goldman coughs]

[coughs]

[Mr. Goldman coughs]

[ominous music plays]

Oh--

[Tim moans]

[moans]

[moans]

[thunder rumbles]

[Molly screams]

[alarm goes off]

[exhales]

Charlotte, why did you set the alarm so early

on a Saturday?

[exhales]

Apparently, as a wake-up call that you have left me.

[steps approaching]

[Charlotte] No, I haven't left you yet.

I suspect you're hiding a small fortune from me

and I'm not divorcing you until I get my cut.

Ah, you know,

when we first met and I told you I was a drug smuggler,

I was joking.

Yeah, you have a nice car.

It's expensive.

It was all for show.

Yeah?

My dad was rich.

And my room sucked.

[Charlotte chuckles]

But you didn't answer the question.

Oh, I told you last night, honey, I had a headache.

I'm not that flexible.

No, about the alarm.

And, yes, you are that flexible.

[chuckles]

That's why I married you.

Oh!

And I thought you married me

'cause I'm funny.

[both chuckle]

Oh, and the alarm clock?

Honey, you really need to start remembering things.

I can't believe you don't remember

today's your co-worker's funeral.

And you asked me to set the alarm clock early.

[Philip] Shit! That's today?

I don't remember asking you

to set the alarm clock last night.

You didn't.

You asked me to set it last week.

Yeah, that's today.

[Philip] Why did I agree to attend this funeral?

I didn't even really know the guy. I mean...

We said hello in the hospital,

sometimes goodbye.

But I didn't really, like, know the guy.

Well, I don't think there's a choice

if we go or not to funerals.

I mean, when one of your co-workers dies

and someone else from your office tells you

where the funeral is,

you're expected to be there.

Speaking of which, where is it?

[Charlotte] The secret money stash?

The funeral.

I'm sure I asked you

to remember that, too.

[Charlotte] Yeah. Are you really?

Really what?

Sure you asked?

No.

I like those.

Really?

Yes, I love those.

Thank you.

Philip, honey, we need to get going.

Come on.

[Philip] I'm coming. I'm coming.

Oh, hi, Grace. When did you get here?

[Grace] About a half an hour ago.

[Cindy] Daddy!

The time that you asked me to remember

to tell her to be here, honey.

Okay, okay,

I will start using the calendar on my phone.

-Really, when? -Soon.

-Tomorrow? -Sure.

You promise?

Just remind me.

[chuckles]

Bye, sweetie.

Bye, Daddy.

[Philip] Be good.

[mysterious music plays]

[priest] Man is tested.

This, if nothing else,

we take from the Bible.

In a world where the very existence of God

is questioned,

we all must take this fact with us

as we awaken from our long hours of sleep.

[Mrs. Barnes cries]

[priest] Another day,

another test,

we all feel pain.

Some succeed where others have failed.

[Mrs. Barnes cries]

[priest] Well, this test, my friends, helps us to determine

our level of strength.

Lewis Barnes was

a man who was tested.

The man who was loved by his friends and family.

[Mrs. Barnes cries]

By many people here

who are grieving over his passing,

whom he thought didn't care.

[Jeffrey] Thanks for coming.

Anything for a friend.

By the way, why am I here?

Because I asked you to be.

Lewis did work with us, you know.

No, Lewis worked with you in the second wing.

I work in the third wing

with Maxine.

Oh.

Now, if she died, I would cry.

[scoffs]

You're married.

Yeah, but it's nice to have something to look at

when I go to work.

I'm sure nobody looked at Lewis.

I wanted you here because I wanted to talk to you

and because I'm leaving right after this

to go on vacation with the wife and kids for a few days.

-Hawaii? -Really?

[scoffs]

You know where I work.

That's not in the budget.

We're going to the parks in Florida.

So, what did you wanna talk about?

[sighs]

Lewis was working on something before he--

[priest] ...all that are grieving today...

[Mrs. Barnes cries]

[priest] And flood their souls with hope,

knowing that underneath are your ever...

Amen.

So, he was trying to decipher a piece of work,

a diary written by one of our patients.

You know, the Goldman girl.

Yeah, killed her family.

Yeah.

She poisoned her family, right?

I guess she got tired of waiting

because in the middle of the night,

she got up and hacked them to death.

Tried to kill herself with the same shit.

Failed.

Damn.

[sighs]

She came in complaining

about nightmares, remember?

Yeah, so?

She said she was tired of falling asleep

because the-- the nightmares were so bad.

Every morning we'd go in, and she'd tell us details

about her latest nightmare.

Her arms were bruised up and shit.

Scratches that she said she must have done in her sleep.

We watched the tapes.

That girl never went to sleep.

She was awake the entire time,

just staring off into space

and then attacking herself.

[exhales]

I'm serious.

Okay. So, what was Lewis working on?

[sighs]

The girl kept claiming

that her killing her parents was part of a dream.

She demanded to see them.

So, of course, we determined she's crazy.

We can't say that about our patients.

The point is all that shit isn't the...

most mentally unstable part.

The girl kept a diary

that-- that was...

-Crazy? -[Jeffrey sighs]

The girl kept a diary

of her offing her family.

Uh--

This-- this diary wasn't any Anne Frank,

"Help me, I'm in the Attic" shit either.

You can't say that either.

[Jeffrey] I'm Jewish.

I am allowed to say that.

You're just not allowed to laugh at it.

Continue.

Point is Lewis was trying to figure out

what the hell the girl was writing about.

We really need that report

that he was doing about it finished.

I can't finish Lewis's thoughts.

Besides, why don't you just ask the girl?

[exhales]

She's dead.

Suicide.

Strangled herself.

That's not possible.

Try telling her that.

I really appreciate this, Philip.

I would do it myself, but, like I said, vacation.

Uh, I wouldn't want to let down my wife and kids.

They have been begging for this for the past two years.

-That would be a shame. -[Jeffrey chuckles]

I don't know what I would do if she left me. I mean...

[laughs]

Who would want me?

Right, all right.

Honey, here are your keys.

[chuckles]

It was really good to see you, Philip.

You too.

And you, too, Charlotte.

You too.

Take care.

Lewis' notes and the girl Molly's diary

will be in your office in the morning.

Thanks again.

Don't worry about it.

Have fun with the Mouse in the parks.

[chuckles]

I will.

By the way,

what did Lewis die of?

[Jeffrey] Suicide.

[thunder rumbles]

[mysterious music plays]

[Philip] Dr. Philip Tanner.

Watson Psychological Treatment Center,

July 12th, 2017.

I will continue the research and documentation

on our former patient, a Miss...

Molly Marie Goldman,

aged 15, deceased.

It is the belief of my fellow doctors

that this patient suffered

from night terrors and nightmares

that she began to mistake for reality.

These dreams seem to eventually set her on a course of insomnia,

over a course of a couple of weeks.

And without sleep, Molly's mind began to deteriorate.

Molly Marie Goldman was found lying naked

atop her older brother's body,

who she had just murdered,

along with her family,

parents, and the family dog.

The young girl tried unsuccessfully

to poison herself,

was determined to be insane by a judge

and sent to the John B. Watson Center

for psychiatric evaluation,

where she was treated for two years

before committing suicide.

I read the patient's diary,

much to my dismay,

because while it starts out

as a young girl's view on her life,

it begins to lose focus mid-sentence

about a week before she committed her crimes.

The book begins to weave a string of stories

I can only assume she created out of her own mind.

Going on boating rides with angels,

swimming in clouds, and so forth.

It continues to move in and out of these stories,

are seemingly connected or a continuation of each other

and then from there goes into great deal

about the proper way to sew a dress

and cooking recipes, wh--

[whoosh]

[clatter]

[screech]

[door creaks]

Hello?

[scrape]

[scrape echoes]

[door creaks]

[sighs]

Previous research has resulted in theories

that dreams are created during REM sleep.

Brain cells activated

that normally control eye movement,

balance, and motor functions.

However, in the case of this patient,

it appears these brain centers activated while she was awake

causing hallucination,

panic, and frightening daydreams

that she had no recollection of.

Molly seemingly lost the ability to tell when she was dreaming

while she was awake

and perceived her life

to be much different than it actually was.

For one...

[exhales]

...near the end of her diary,

Molly alludes to several sexual encounters

with her older brother

with specific and vivid description.

However, a physical examination

gave no clear indication of sexual trauma.

Molly's psychiatrist could not convince her

that the difference between her reality

and her dreams.

[sighs]

[tape recorder clicks]

And it is eleven o'clock, and I will finish tomorrow.

[mysterious music plays]

[door creaks]

[tense music plays]

[crack]

Oh, Jesus Christ!

No, just me.

What are you doing here so late, Dr. Tanner?

-Stealing drugs, you? -[janitor chuckles]

Just making my rounds.

Shit, you look tired.

Did I frighten you?

Yeah, tired.

[chuckles]

-And frightened. -[janitor chuckles]

I wasn't expecting anybody besides the security guards

to be here so late.

Did you walk past my office a few minutes ago?

No.

Are you okay, Doc?

Yeah.

Can we get somebody to fix these lights?

Yeah, no problem.

[Philip] Goodnight.

Goodnight.

[crickets chirping]

Good stuff?

To truly be an intellectual,

you must first understand the people.

What are you reading?

A teenage girl's diary.

Oh, so you do have another family out there.

[both chuckle]

Yes.

But this is not from one of them.

This is from a former patient, now deceased.

How's Grace?

Grace is good,

although I feel like she's spending

way too much time watching Cindy.

I think she's trying to avoid the dating scene.

So stop asking her to babysit.

She just volunteers.

She's always asking if we have plans, do we need a sitter?

I'm not a very convincing liar.

Well, I can't seem to fool anyone, but you.

Why are you reading an old patient's diary?

Sometimes we like to go through old files and documentation.

Get a good idea of the state of mind and mental disposition

of some of our patients.

That way when and if anyone else comes in

presenting the same issues,

we have a reference point.

I thought you approached all your patients

like individuals.

We do.

But we do have proven techniques that we use over and over again.

All cats are not the same,

yet we still try to give them milk.

What?

[chuckles]

Nothing.

Just trying to create my own motto,

something to be remembered by.

Or hated for.

There is something on the first page

I wanted to ask you about.

Shoot!

"Warning.

This diary belongs to Molly Marie Goldman.

All contents are secret

and not to be read by anyone ever.

Consider this your final warning

for whomever read--"

Is that proper context?

What? "Whomever"?

I think so.

Whomever...

whoever.

Mm-hmm, yeah.

Anyway...

"...for whomever reads this will be forever cursed."

And then she just stops.

Jots down, "I'll be right back" and never finishes the curse.

It doesn't sound like a question.

Do all girls curse their diaries?

Only the ones who are secretly witches.

I don't know, honey. I didn't keep a diary.

I thought all women kept diaries.

Only the ones that need someone

to bounce their thoughts and ideas off of.

I never needed that.

I had a teddy bear

and a fully thought-out plan.

A plan?

Yes, marry a doctor, have a daughter.

Seriously?

Yeah, marry a doctor, have a daughter.

It's about as far as I thought it out,

but so far, it's worked out pretty nicely.

No, seriously?

[chuckles]

Women can plan what kind of child we have.

If you want a son, and we give you a daughter,

it's because we don't like you very much.

What else does this patient have to say?

Well, she goes into great detail

about the proper technique to sew a dress,

and I mean great detail.

I can say after reading this

that we'll never have to buy Cindy clothes again.

Just bring me a bolt of fabric.

And there's other entries

about the size of her brother's penis--

Whoa!

Too much information there, Tiger.

I thought you wanted to know what I was working on.

Goodnight, Philip.

I have to work tomorrow, early and I'm sleepy.

-No sex? -[Charlotte] No.

I was gonna give you a little southern kissing,

but I lost my mood.

Okay.

Goodnight, Charlotte.

Love you.

[mysterious music plays]

[ominous music plays]

[tense music plays]

[toy squeaks]

[tense music plays]

[tense music intensifies]

[exhales]

Thank you, Psycho.

[exhales]

[tense music plays]

[urinates]

Just in case.

[toilet flushes]

[faucet running]

[whoosh]

[screams]

[Philip screams]

[Cindy screams]

Cindy!

[pants]

What the--

Charlotte, where's Cindy?

[screams]

[thuds]

[tense music plays]

[gasps]

Charlotte!

Yes, Philip?

Philip.

Sorry, I...

had a nightmare.

Mm, do tell, doctor, this sounds good.

It's not funny, Charlotte.

It's not funny. It was so...

real.

Actually, it is funny.

Honey, aren't you the one that always tells patients

that dreams and nightmares--

Are only clues into what troubles us

in our conscious state.

I know, and they still are, but--

Charlotte, I dreamt Cindy was gone

and you were dead.

Oh, honey. It's okay.

I've had that same dream.

Then I ran off with Brad Pitt to live in sin in Jamaica.

[chuckles]

You went off with him, too?

Tsk. No.

Maybe Nicole Kidman.

[Charlotte chuckles]

[Charlotte] He's back. My husband's back.

Still corny, but he's back.

[exhales]

[sighs]

No more late-night sandwiches.

-[sighs] -[Charlotte] Philip.

What's wrong?

Two things.

One, the toilet seat

is never left up by our daughter.

I almost blamed her for this mess

and then I noticed the seat's up,

and I immediately thought of you.

And the pool boy who comes by while you're at work.

-Mess? -The towels, Philip.

[Philip chuckles]

-I-- -You know what, Philip?

We have our own bathroom. It's in our bedroom.

You mess that one up, I will happily do the cleaning.

I get a little angry when you come in

and take your wrath out on our daughter's bathroom.

I must have been sleepwalking a bit.

I'll pick it up.

No, I got it. You know how I am.

First of all, these are gonna need to be washed.

They were on the bathroom floor, for God's sake.

It's not a public restroom.

All the same, Philip. It's all the same.

You know, I thought I cured you of being a neat freak,

all those hours on my couch.

No, you cured me of my virginity on that couch.

I only pretended not to have so many problems

so I could marry into your money.

[chuckles]

Is Cindy still asleep?

Actually, no.

Grace came and picked her up early.

[Philip] When?

She didn't wanna say goodbye?

She did.

She also said she loves me.

She didn't mention you, though.

I thought I was the favorite.

Mutiny!

They actually have a busy day scheduled.

They're going to the park and the zoo.

There's ice cream involved, junk food.

Some of us have our priorities straight.

Besides, honey, you were dead asleep,

and I know you love your sleep.

I also know you have a busy day at the office

and you need your rest.

I need to get to work.

You're getting fat.

And you...

Double standard.

...look thinner.

[mysterious music plays]

[car engine starts]

[tense music plays]

[cell phone buzzes]

Hello?

Hey, honey.

No, I decided not to feed her today.

[chuckles]

Fine, I'll get dinner started.

Have fun working late.

Mommy says hello.

Hi, Mommy.

Bye, honey.

All right, let's get these toys cleaned up.

Wait, Daddy. I want to play hide-and-seek.

Well, Daddy has to listen to Mommy and get dinner started.

Please.

Fine. One game, okay?

Okay, but you have to count, Daddy,

and close your eyes.

[clears his throat]

One, two, three--

[Cindy] Daddy!

What?

You can't peek, Daddy.

You have to do this and count to a thousand.

How about ten?

Thousand.

[tense music plays]

One,

two,

three,

four,

five,

six,

seven,

eight,

nine,

ten.

I'm coming!

[crack]

What the hell?

[Cindy] Daddy.

I'm coming.

[ominous music plays]

What the hell?

[Cindy] Daddy.

I'm coming.

Cindy, those papers are important.

You know better.

Cindy, you're not supposed to play with Daddy's papers.

Now, I'm about to cancel this game.

Cindy.

Cindy!

[tense music plays]

The game's over, sweetie.

It's not safe to play in the dark.

Cindy!

Cindy, come on, sweetie. This isn't funny.

[whoosh]

Jesus!

[exhales]

Cindy!

Cindy!

[tense music intensifies]

Cindy, it's not safe to be out here, sweetie.

No!

-[thud] -[Philip grunts]

-[Cindy sobs] -Sweetie, are you okay?

Daddy, I'm hungry.

Shh, it's okay.

It's okay.

[ominous music plays]

[tense music plays]

Philip, calm down.

[Philip] Calm down, Jeffrey?

Calm down?

I've injured myself.

I'm seeing things.

I need an objective opinion. I can't evaluate myself.

I think I'm losing it.

Sleepwalking doesn't constitute losing it, Philip.

You had a realistic nightmare.

You walked into a wall or something.

Falling off a roof and onto a barbecue grill

is not sleepwalking.

And besides,

in the dream, I crawled through Cindy's window,

but she was in the house the whole time.

She's smart, Jeffrey.

If she would have known I was on that roof,

she would have started screaming.

She's afraid of heights. That would have woke me up.

It would have woken you up, maybe.

Maybe you didn't even climb out the window.

Maybe you simply walked outside

and tripped over the grill.

You have no proof that the whole climbing on the roof thing

was even real.

Real?

Jeffrey, the nightmare seemed--

You were sleepwalking, Philip.

How much sleep have you gotten

since I asked you

to work on Lewis's research?

Not much.

[Jeffrey] Well, then get some sleep, Philip.

I won't be back for a few more days.

There's no rush to finish the goddamn thing.

[sighs]

Christ, you're gonna end up like Lewis.

I'll call you.

Jeffrey, what happened to Lewis?

I told you.

Suicide.

I gotta go, Philip.

Jeffrey, what happened to Lewis?

What happened to Lewis?

[exhales]

He shot himself in the chest, Philip.

He didn't climb up on the roof and fall on a grill

or anything like that.

[exhales]

He lived in a shitty house

with a wife.

You know, with the blond one

who was crying at the funeral.

Yeah, a wife who was cheating on him

with whoever could get a hard-on.

That's why.

That's it.

That doesn't make sense.

[Jeffrey] You were sleepwalking. That's all.

It's very common.

You know what?

Ask your wife to watch you

while you sleep tonight.

I'll--

I'll call you when I get back.

[sighs]

Hey, guys. I'm home.

Hey, Doc.

Honey, what's wrong?

I'm fine. Why?

[scoffs]

Honey, you're soaked, that's why.

I like my couch and carpets dry

like I do my wine and humor.

[both chuckle]

Sorry, I went out to check on the wires, got wet.

After we hung up, the power went off, so--

Philip, hung up? We didn't talk.

Right.

I went out to check on the wires and I got wet.

Your lip?

[chuckles]

Tripped over the grill.

You know me.

I do.

I've got a lot of work to do.

Can you order a pizza?

I never got a chance to start dinner.

Philip, are you sure you're okay?

Yeah.

[exhales]

[Charlotte sighs]

What kind of pizza do you want?

I don't care.

Okay, I guess I can go clean up the water

and the mess that you made

and figure out what kind of pizza to order for us.

I said I'm sorry, Charlotte.

Now, I'm trying to get some work done.

Huh.

Cindy.

Let's order some pizza, honey.

Come on.

Who the fuck cares about dressmaking?

[exhales]

Recipes.

Come on, Molly. You gotta help me out here.

[huffs]

Decent reports,

time,

date.

"Patient suffers from insomnia."

"Can't tell the difference between dream and awake."

Welcome to the club.

Bomb.

Okay, come on, Lewis.

You gotta help me out here somewhere, buddy.

Recorder.

Philip, where are you going?

I have to go back to the office to get some paperwork.

Honey, it's pouring outside and it's late.

This can wait till tomorrow.

My God, did you hit your head on the grill?

This is just important.

I gotta get this over and done with.

I'll call.

Philip.

[exhales]

[car door closes]

[car engine starts]

[car engine revvs]

[tense music plays]

His works on the diary.

He had a notebook or a tape recorder

or something.

Paperwork.

[exhales]

[tense music intensifies]

[gasps]

You are not real.

Why didn't any of you believe me?

I didn't kill my family.

No, no. It's just a dream.

[Molly] Why?

[Philip] It's not real.

Not real.

My brother loved me.

We were going to get married.

It's just a dream.

I didn't kill my family.

Yes, Molly.

You did.

[Molly] My brother was in love with me.

No, Molly.

He wasn't.

Wake up.

[tense music plays]

[knocks on the door]

[knocks on the door]

[door creaks]

May I help you?

You may not remember who I am.

I'm Philip Tanner.

I was a friend of your husband's.

I worked with Lewis.

I was at the funeral.

I know who you are.

How can I help you?

I need something of your husband's.

A tape recorder or a notebook.

It's midnight.

Whatever you need has to wait until the morning.

Please.

This is a matter of life or death.

[woman stutters]

It has to wait till tomorrow.

I have some company and--

I need

some very important information.

I don't care what it is.

I don't care

who you are fucking

three days after your husband's death.

All I need is any information

that he neglected to turn back in.

And I am not taking "no" for an answer.

That's it!

Listen, the lady asked you to leave.

And I'm telling you, get the fuck out of here.

[tense music plays]

I asked

for some very important information.

Now, I am telling you

I need to come inside.

Now!

Okay, buddy.

Calm down.

Move the fuck out of my way.

Now!

Your husband.

He worked from home sometimes, yeah?

-Yes. -[man] Take-- take it easy.

Shut up!

Where?

Just point or something, goddamn it.

Please, just help me.

[Mrs. Barnes] There.

He worked in there.

Inside, move.

Move, up against the wall.

Please, I don't wanna hurt anybody, just--

Don't do anything stupid.

[tense music plays]

Oh, come on, Lewis.

This is all that I needed.

I'm just trying to save--

Just trying--

Just get out.

[car engine starts]

I'm Dr. Lewis Barnes

with notes on day three of the evaluation.

Personally, I never thought it would take this long

to analyze such a short diary.

I should mention I have had a few distractions

while attempting to work.

Earlier, I discussed theories on dreams and nightmares

and the toll they seemed to take on the human mind.

Lack of sleep,

hallucinations,

increased anxiety,

memory loss.

Some of my own distractions

were probably centered around the boat.

[tape fast-forwards]

...fuck your neighbors behind your back

like-- like my wife.

[tape fast-forwards]

Reality was slipping away and...

The only way to try

and regain a hold of it

was to try and immerse yourself

in something you know is real.

Like...

Like...

cooking recipes, first--

[tape fast-forwards]

Well, I got a boat.

But I can't drive it

because all she's doing is waiting for me to die

so she can collect on the insurance.

I put a bomb

on my boat--

[tape fast-forwards]

...and if I tell anyone

that I've seen Molly,

they'll say I'm crazy.

I've spent my entire life

learning how to tell people

when they're crazy, and now some prick

is gonna look me in my face and tell me I'm crazy?

She's crazy!

Women are crazy.

[Lewis pants]

Molly Goldman

lost touch with reality.

She had dreams or nightmares

of making love to her brother

and nightmares of her parents trying to tear

their twisted, fucking love apart.

And the little bitch killed them.

It's there in plain black and white English.

Ink and paper,

octopus excretion and dead trees.

[laughs]

But she thought killing her parents was the dream

and loving her brother was the reality.

Wake up.

Wake the fuck up!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

[Philip] Stop it!

Stop it, please, Molly.

[Molly] I didn't kill anyone.

Yes, you did.

It was a fucking dream.

Please, listen to me.

You lost touch with reality.

No, no, no, no!

What is it you want with me?

[Molly] No.

You were suffering from insomnia.

You were hallucinating.

You thought you were dreaming,

but you were awake the whole time.

You killed your family.

[Molly cries]

[Molly] Wake up!

[tires screeching]

[crash]

[thunder rumbles]

[Charlotte] Hey, you. Cindy finally asleep?

Yeah, she's an angel.

[Charlotte chuckles]

But I'll try to be quick.

[kissing]

[Charlotte laughs]

[kissing]

What the fuck?

Philip.

Where were you?

Philip.

It ain't worth it, man.

Just let me get out of here.

This is between you and your wife.

[Charlotte sobs]

[Charlotte screams]

[Charlotte pants]

[sobs]

[sobs]

Okay, okay.

Philip?

Philip.

Philip.

[gasps]

[Charlotte sobs]

Philip.

Philip.

[gasps]

Philip.

Philip, please.

Please, Philip. We can say he broke in, Philip.

Please, we can say--

We can say he broke in and you-- you killed him.

Philip?

Philip.

[cries]

Philip. Philip, please.

Philip, please.

[shrieks]

[sobs]

Oh, God.

Philip.

Philip, please don't hurt me.

[cries]

Philip, please.

Please don't.

No, please, don't hurt me.

[sobs]

I loved you.

I love you.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Philip.

I'm sorry.

I have to kill you.

[Charlotte gasps]

[Philip groans]

-[Philip grunts] -Oh, no.

[tense music plays]

[sobs]

Cindy.

Cindy?

-[pounding on the door] -[Charlotte cries]

[sobs]

[Charlotte cries]

[Charlotte gurgles]

[flesh squelches]

[flesh squelches]

[flesh squelches]

[flesh squelches]

[Philip grunts]

[Philip grunts]

[sobbing] I just want to wake up.

[screams]

[scream echoes]

[car alarm beeping]

[ominous music plays]

[tense music plays]

Molly?

Molly.

Molly.

Molly.

Molly.

Molly, what is it you want with me?

[Molly] Help.

Help?

What?

[Molly] Help.

Help.

Help what?

[Molly] Why don't you believe me?

I wasn't your psychiatrist. I wasn't involved.

[Molly] Wasn't?

Molly, you're dead.

[Molly] No.

Yes, you are.

No.

Yes.

How?

-You strangled yourself... -[Molly laughs]

...in your cell-- room.

I didn't belong here.

I didn't belong here.

You were sick. You needed help.

-[Molly] No. -You killed your family.

-No. -What do you want with me?

You know,

it's not nice to read a girl's diary.

What do you want?

I cursed it so no one would read it,

but you did anyway.

I warned you.

What was I supposed to do?

I'm sorry, but it's my job.

Do you know what they told me in my cell

while they fucked me?

When I told people they were fucking me?

"Wake up."

[tense music plays]

They're coming for you.

[police car sirens wailing]

Who's coming?

[police car sirens wailing]

-Put it on the ground! -Police!

Let me see your hands.

Put it on the ground right now.

-Freeze! -Get down, get down!

Put the weapon on the ground.

Put it on the ground, right now.

Freeze!

Put it on the ground. Right now.

Put the weapon on the ground.

Right now.

-Put it on the ground. -Let me see your hands.

All right, all right. Let's just stay calm.

It's okay, Jeff.

Everything is okay.

That's right, buddy.

Everything is gonna be okay.

Just put the gun down

and let these officers

take you down to the station, okay?

For what?

They're not going to believe you.

Philip.

Philip.

You killed Charlotte.

Do you know that?

What?

Just calm down and put the gun down.

No.

No, Jeff. It's all just a dream.

I know everything is very confusing

right now, Philip.

I'm sorry that I hung up on you.

And as soon as the police called me, I came.

It's all just a dream.

Told you.

Shut up.

Philip, Philip.

Listen to me.

I'm here to help you.

I don't need help, Jeff.

I didn't kill my fucking wife.

I didn't kill my fucking wife!

Philip, just take it easy.

I'm here to help you.

It's time for me to wake up now.

[laughs]

I said wake me up, Molly.

[Molly laughs]

I said, wake me up.

[Molly laughs]

Wake me up!

[laughs]

I said wake me up, now!

[Molly laughs]

Uh-huh.

Okay.

Tell Cindy I said have fun at the zoo.

She talking yet?

All right.

Well, it's-- it's not uncommon

for children who've lost their parents

to go through a period of silence.

She'll get better.

Bring her in to talk to, uh, Walter.

He specializes in grieving children.

[exhales]

Yeah.

I miss them, too.

Listen, uh, bring Cindy over.

She can play with my kids, and we'll have dinner.

[chuckles]

Then when the kids go to sleep,

we can get drunk

and tell stupid stories

about Charlotte and Philip.

Uh-huh.

Okay.

Tell Cindy that Uncle Jeff loves her.

Okay.

Bye-bye.

[exhales]

Jesus.

Sorry, I was just coming to ask you--

You okay?

You just scared me. I'm fine.

If you need to talk...

Hey, hey, I'm the doctor,

you're supposed to come to me with your problems.

I'm all right. Thanks.

Okay. Have a nice day.

[Jeffrey] Uh, wait.

-Yes? -[Jeffrey] What's that?

Oh, yeah. I was gonna ask you.

I was just about to put these in storage.

What is it?

Mr.--

[clears his throat]

Mr. Tanner's things. Some of his files.

Looks like something he was working on.

Um...

Okay, uh...

Yeah, go ahead and put them in storage

and, uh, just label them.

I'll go through them later.

Oh, um...

I don't think this belongs to him.

Some kind of diary.

Him being a man and all, I figured him--

Damn, that fucking diary.

[sighs]

I'll take it.

It was a patient's.

I still have to finish a report on it.

All right.

[sighs]

Finish this psychiatric guideline

or do a simple report

on a girl's diary?

[chuckles]

Tsk.

It's a simple job,

but somebody's got to do it.

"For whomever reads this will be forever cursed."

[chuckles]

[thunder rumbles]

Hmm, looks like rain.

[tense music plays]