All language subtitles for Into.The.Dark.S01E02.WEBRip.x264-ION10

[walls creaking]

[door creaks]

[bird squawks]

["Nova Heart" by Johnny Hollow playing]

[Henry] Happy Thanksgiving.

[Rose] Happy Thanksgiving to you too.

Rose, honey, want me to carve that?

Henry, my love, if I let you carve,

we won't eat until tomorrow.

I like things to be,
you know, precise.

Yes, but we're hungry now.

‐Isn't that right, Kim?
‐Yeah. Hungry now, Dad.

Mom carves, we eat.

You carve, we wait.

All right, savages.

Yeah, nice try.

So, this being Thanksgiving,

I say we get real

and share something
that each of us is thankful for.

You go first, Rose.

I am thankful
that I have you two to come home to

after the nutjobs I deal with
across the not‐so‐friendly skies.

Your smiling faces
make everything OK.

♪ Sleep in your nova heart ♪

How about you, Kimmy?

For this.

For us.

‐All right Dad, your turn.
‐[Rose] Yeah, your turn.

Well, I'm just thankful
I didn't have to carve the turkey

'cause my stomach's grumbling.

[laughs] See?

But mostly, in all honesty,

I just would never
want to lose you two.

You're the loves of my life.

[Rose] Cheers to that.

‐Love you guys.
‐[Henry] Love you.

[Kimberly]
Happy Thanksgiving.

["Nova Heart" playing in headphones]

[Henry] Oh. Sorry,
I didn't mean to scare you.

I'm off. You take your meds?

Come on, Kimberly.

[Kimberly]
I don't like the way they make me feel.

[Henry] The problem is, they're helping.

Give me your paw.

[sighs]

Good girl.

I know you don't want to make
a big deal out of this today,

‐but‐‐
‐No, I don't.

Yeah, OK.

We won't.
But your Aunt Jane sent something.

It should come today,
so it'd probably better to bring it in

before the local thieves
snatch it from the stoop.

‐No one's gonna take it.
‐Really?

Tell that to neighbor dude.

He lost a package the other day
right off the front porch.

Same for the old lady
two doors down.

I know what you're trying to do.

You do, don't you?

Of course you do.

Well, bring it in or not, OK?

It's not my fault
if somebody hijacks it before I get home.

Bye.

[door closes]

♪ They'll be on their own ♪

♪ And I'll sleep ♪

♪ Sleep in your nova heart ♪

♪ As things ♪

♪ Come apart ♪

["Waitress" by Boy playing]

♪ They walk in and sit down ♪

♪ With their mood of the day ♪

♪ They read books over tea ♪

♪ And they give tips when they pay ♪

♪ Butter and bread ♪

♪ Diet Coke and cake ♪

♪ She takes notes ♪

♪ She makes no mistakes ♪

♪ While daylight is fading ♪

♪ While traders are trading ♪

♪ While the jukebox is playing ♪

♪ And lovers are dating
The waitress is waiting ♪

[music continues playing]

[Kimberly chuckles]

[music continues playing]

[thunder]

[rain falling]

♪ For a thing to explode ♪

♪ For a light to go on ♪

♪ For some sign to show ♪

♪ Her best is yet to come ♪

[sighs]

Shit.

[sighs]

[deep breath]

[voices indistinctly shouting]

[car alarm blaring]

[cacophony]

[panting]

[heartbeat]

[knock on door]

[heart beating more rapidly]

[distorted]
Kimberly, this was on the front porch.

Can you take it
so I can put my umbrella down?

Kim?

Kim?

Thank you.

What happened?

I tried to get the package.

Oh, good for you.

It's important to push your boundaries.

Maybe we'll try again
at the end of the session.

You know,
take a stroll down the driveway.

Test your limits.

You turned 17 today.
Happy Birthday.

Yeah. No, just another day.

Same as any other.

How are your days the same?

Well, I wake up.
Um, I kind of get dressed.

Um, I do my home‐school stuff.

Sit around the house.
Wait for my dad.

Then we eat dinner and watch TV,
and I go to bed.

How are you finding the Sertraline?

It makes me feel numb.

Is numb, um, a good thing or a bad thing?

I see your dad
is still fixing up the place.

Oh, yeah. When he has the time.

You know, he's been working a lot lately.

What do you think your mom
would say about all the mess?

Or was she OK
with the home improvement chaos?

Do you, um,
want to talk about her today?

It's been almost a year
since you lost her.

And I know that holidays and birthdays

can bring up some really strong emotions.

And I also know Thanksgiving
was the last holiday

that you and your dad
got to spend with your mom.

No. Just another day,

the same as any other.

Um, I've worked with many people
with similar conditions to yours, Kim.

People with anxiety disorders,
panic attacks.

The ones who cut themselves
off from the world.

But the difference in your case
is you are a developing, young woman,

and you need talk to someone real.

Someone present.

Yeah.

And I have my dad.

Yeah. You do.

This is so stupid.

[Henry]
Aw, don't be a party pooper.

[Kimberly chuckles]

OK, open your eyes.

Go on, make a wish.

What'd you wish?

If I tell you, it won't come true, so...

That's what they say,
whoever "they" are.

It was about Mom.

Is that OK?

Of course.

Here goes.

Looks good, huh?

Oh, by the way,

I know you didn't want me to make
a big deal out of things this year, but...

Go on. Open it.

‐Oh, wow.
‐Yeah.

It's so pretty.

Try it on.

Here.

‐All right.
‐I want to see.

[Henry] It's pretty.

[Kimberly] Wow.

Thank you.

Happy birthday, sweetheart.

[Kimberly]
Thank you.

[woman on TV]
What's on your Thanksgiving menu?

Tom Elkins, our resident chef,
has ideas.

[sound mutes]

All right, well, I'm headed to bed.

All right, sweetheart.

‐Thanks for the cake.
‐Of course.

And‐‐ and for this.

What'd you get from your aunt?

Just some new teas.

Um, White Rose and Keemun,

and this book on conquering your fears.

Oh, very subtle, your aunt.

Yeah. [chuckles]

And you got outside to go get it?

Right? So that's great.

Um, no.

Oh.

Dr. Saunders had to bring it in.

Well, at least the local thieves
were denied, so...

Yeah.

Did you take your meds tonight?

Yeah. Yeah.

Does she want to send me away?

Who?

[Kimberly]
Dr. Saunders.

I don't know, sometimes I feel like

she wants to put me away
in a hospital or something.

No, honey,
no one's sending you anywhere.

Dr. Saunders is just here
to help you through this.

We both are.

OK.

Go on, get some sleep.

‐Good night.
‐Night, sweetheart.

[woman on TV] With thirteen days
until Turkey Day. Stock up on all...

[footsteps climbing ladder]

[dragging sounds]

[Kimberly softly] What... ?

[thump]

[sighs]

‐[thump]
‐["Stone Throwers " by Johnny Hollow]

♪ Stone throwers
Living inside a glass cage ♪

‐Kim?
‐[muffled music playing]

Kim?

[Kimberly]
What? What?

You think you could start helping me
with the renovations?

Why?

Honestly, because I need the help.

Please, just help me for the day, yeah?

Come on.

[gasps]

‐[Henry] Very funny.
‐[Kimberly] Oh, sorry.

[Henry]
Yeah, no, that's OK.

There is such a draft
coming down from that attic.

Maybe it's because you just
punched a huge hole in the wall.

Yeah? No, it's because I need
to put some insulation in.

Mom's to‐do list.

Always after me to get 'er done, so...

high time I did.

Can I?

Oh, yeah, sure.

Cool.

[Henry] Put that on.
For the plaster dust.

‐These, too.
‐Oh. Thanks.

Whoa. I can see all the way up
to the top of the house.

‐[Henry] Yeah?
‐[Kimberly] It's crazy.

I was thinking, um,

Thanksgiving I could make a turkey,
pick up some sides.

Course, it wouldn't, you know...
Wouldn't be as good as your mom's, but...

[indistinct whisper]

Um... we could try and
make something special out of it.

[Kimberly]
Sure.

If you think you can handle it.

Well, if you give me a hand, you bet.

Yeah. If you want to, I'd...
Yeah, I'd like that.

All right, good.
Thanksgiving dinner at home.

Great.

So, do you, um, have any goals?

Like what?

What would you like to do for a living,

if you could do anything?

[sighs]

I don't know.

Something with travel maybe.

Travel?

[metallic tapping]

‐That's interesting considering‐‐ [sighs]
‐[clattering]

Must be a real headache living
with this in the background every day.

[Kimberly] I'm used to it.

OK, my dad knows what he's doing.

[Dr. Saunders] Um, travel?

Isn't that what your mother used to do?

She was a travel agent?

‐Flight attendant.
‐[clanking]

Waitress in the sky.

That's what she used to call it.

[drill whirring]

Um...

I am...

I'm not here to judge you,

and the last thing I want to do
is upset you.

But I can't help if you keep pretending
that there are no problems here.

What do you want me to say?

Your mother's death was
a terrible loss to endure at your age.

It's one thing when a person
dies before their time,

but it is another thing
for them to be taken.

[Kimberly] No, you don't know
what you're talking about.

[Dr. Saunders]
Only because you won't talk to me.

Because I'm tired of answering
your questions!

OK? Just leave me alone!

[Dr. Saunders] Say I did.

Say I left you alone
and didn't come back.

Then what?

I mean, do you think
you'd be better or worse?

This whole thing
is about trust, Kimberly.

You need to trust me.

People beat themselves up
all the time over the most awful things.

Things that they had no control over.

And it's common after
a traumatic experience to blame yourself.

Why would I do that?

I didn't kill her.

Of course you didn't.

But you need to
acknowledge what happened.

I can acknowledge it.

OK, some sick bastard
murdered my mother

and dumped her body
in a vacant lot.

There, I said it.

Am I cured now?

I think you're afraid because the man
who did this was never caught.

And maybe that's why
you don't want to leave.

Well, would you?

I'm safe here.

I'm safe alone with my dad.

And what if something happens to him?

You can't stay in here forever.

The world is out there.

You hide in here, and you let
whoever took your mom away win.

Win?

God, you make it sound like a game.

Couldn't help overhearing the session.

Got a little heated, huh?

Well, confrontational forms of therapy
tend to get patients worked up.

I'm used to it.

She's got the same fire her mom had.

Kimberly's, uh, not making
very good progress, Mr. Tooms.

She just needs to spend
more time with you.

[Dr. Saunders] Has Kimberly ever displayed
physical aggression toward you?

Or herself?

No. She wouldn't do that.

Was she ever angry with your wife?

With Rose? No!

Never. I mean, no more than
the usual mother/daughter spat.

Why?

Well, I'm just trying to get a better
picture of Kimberly and her mental state

leading to the onset of the anxiety.

No, she couldn't...
couldn't hurt anybody.

Especially not her mother.
Not on purpose.

You know, Henry,
it's easy to miss things

when you're emotionally enrolled
with a family member.

‐It's cliché.
‐Yeah, OK, Doc.

‐But parents are often the last to know.
‐Yeah.

So, keep an eye out for extreme behaviors.

Now, it could be a sign of the medication,

but it could be a sign
of a deeper pathology.

Extreme behaviors?

Well, Kimberly's angry,

and anger can manifest itself
in many ways.

Like what?

Delusional, obsessive, paranoid.

Look, spending as much time
as she does alone,

refusing to acknowledge
what happened to her‐‐

No. Look, um,
Kimberly's been through a lot.

She'll pull through this. She will.

You're grieving,

and I know it's not easy.
for either of you,

but if Kimberly doesn't
confront what happened,

this house will turn
from a sanctuary into a cell.

This is her home.

It's not a prison.

[Dr. Saunders]
Henry, please.

You're coddling her
when you should be coaxing her out,

breaking the cycle
that's keeping her inside.

I know how to raise my own daughter.

I'll see you next week.

Please, just, um,
think about what I said.

[Kimberly] Sorry.

[Henry]
For what?

For being a bitch.

Oh, honey. You're doing
the best you can, all right?

‐Yeah.
‐You OK?

Well, yeah.

I'm gonna head down to O'Malley's,
get a beer with the guys.

OK.

When I get back, we can watch a movie,
pig out on ice cream.

‐Great.
‐All right. Be good.

‐Yeah. You, too.
‐All right.

[TV news theme playing]

[female news anchor] A teenager
from Encino, California, is still missing

after a one‐week search has failed
to turn up any new leads or witnesses.

Police suspect Sophie Taylor
was abducted near her Encino home.

At a press conference
earlier this morning,

her parents made an appeal
for information

concerning their daughter's disappearance.

I just want everyone to know

what a beautiful, kind,
and wonderful person my daughter is.

If you're watching this, Sophie,

we love you very much.

We just want to know that you're OK

and for you to come home.

We're appealing to anyone
who knows any information

regarding Sophie Taylor's whereabouts

to contact this number immediately.

[softly] Oh, my God.

In national news,
the President is once again under fire

for his continual attack
on the working poor, while the‐‐

[clicking]

[siren passing]

[brakes squeaking]

[whispers] OK.

Shit. [gasps]

[door closes]

Oh, you're still up.
I thought you'd be in bed by now.

Oh, I thought we had movie night.

Yeah, it just took
a little longer than I planned.

Lend a hand?

[Kimberly]
Oh, sure.

Oh. Is it cold outside?

Cold? No, well, it's a little chilly
in the van. What have you been up to?

Um, just watching TV.

Anything good?

No, nothing really.

Surfing mostly.

[woman in movie]
You're bluffing, Mr. Bigelow.

I don't know what you're after,
but you're trying to trick me.

[second woman]
Mrs. Phillips, can you tell me...

You're not hungry?

Huh?

Oh.

Uh, just lost my appetite, I guess.

[Henry chuckles] For ice cream?

[half‐hearted laugh]

Well, I'll clean up.

[gasps]

‐Shit!
‐Easy there, jumpy.

Sorry.

No, it's all right.

‐No, I can clean it up.
‐Let me get it.

‐Careful.
‐Ow, shit.

[Henry]
Damn, I told you to be careful.

Come on, let me see.

‐Let me see.
‐It's fine.

It's fine.

Let me see.

[man in movie] If you got nothing to hide,
you better start talking.

‐Or maybe you are guilty!
‐[woman] No!

No, it's not too deep, but, yeah,
we should definitely wash up.

Come on.

[Kimberly]
Ow!

[Henry] Yeah. OK.

Here you go.

I got blood on you.

I don't mind.

There we go.

Yeah, that's the least I can do.

Thanks.

[footsteps climbing stairs]

[thump]

[footsteps]

[thumping]

[footsteps above]

[dragging noises]

Hey, Dad?

Hey, happy Thanksgiving, sweetheart.

Yeah.

Uh, I have to go out for a bit today.

I left instructions for the turkey.

I think you just kind of bake it all day,
baste every once in a while.

Can you handle that for us?

Uh, yeah, sure, um...

Hey, where did you
get my birthday present?

At a jewelry shop in the Valley. Why?

Are you sure it's not second‐hand?

What?

Well, it's tarnished. See?

‐Tarnished?
‐Yeah.

[Henry] Oh. Didn't see that
when I bought it,

but, um, it's a manufacturing flaw,
I suppose.

It happens.

So then maybe you can exchange it
for a new one?

It's the only one they had in stock.
Sorry, Kim.

Here, eat your breakfast.

Before it gets cold.

Thanks.

[engine starts]

[exhales]

[gasps]

Ugh!

[whispers] Disgusting.

Aah!

[grunting]

Oh, shit.

[gasps]

Is that... blood?

[gasps]

[ring clatters]

Oh, my God.

Hey, Aunty Jane? It's Kimberly.

I know it's the holidays,

but I really, really have to stay
with you for a few days.

Um, I'll explain more when I see you.

Just give me a call back.
OK, bye.

[sighs]

OK, come on, Kimberly.

[exhales]
Come on, come on, come on.

[exhales]

[whispering] You can't stay here, Kim.

OK.

It's just the sun.

That's just some birds.

You're gonna be OK.

Gonna be OK.

You're gonna be‐‐

[engine revving]

[overlapping voices]

‐[car alarm blaring]
‐[tires screech]

[voices and noise blending]

[panting]

[heart pounding]

[sobs]

[brakes squeaking]

[van door opens and closes]

[door opens]

[Henry] I'm home!

‐Think I found the last pumpkin pie.
‐[door closes]

How'd it go with the turkey today?
You didn't even set the table.

What is this, Dad?

They're nothing for you to worry about.

Did you steal them?

What were you even doing in the attic?

I just wanted to see
what you've been doing.

See what?
I've been working on the house.

Honestly, Kim, I think you have to stop
with these wild assumptions.

I can hear you
moving around up there.

At night.

Is this what you've been doing?

Hiding these?

Dad!

I'm allowed to have
my own private things, Kim.

But why would you hide them like that?

‐Damn it, Kim! It's gonna be dry!
‐Dad?

See, this is why your mother
and I never got you a cat.

Why would you hide them
in Mom's old work bag?

I miss your mom, Kim.

Same as you. I try to hide it,

but sometimes I just need
to spend some time alone

with the few remaining pieces
that she left behind.

Pieces that are mine. Just mine.

Kim?

Look, sweetheart,
I'm sorry if it upset you,

but Dad's not perfect.

There's blood on this.

‐That's paint.
‐[cell phone ringing]

‐[silences ringer]
‐You're not gonna answer that?

No, not right now.

Are you taking your meds?

What?

Well, Dr. Saunders said there
might be side effects‐‐

erratic behavior, paranoia.

It's not the med‐‐
Don't turn this around on me!

Kim, I gotta be honest with you.
You're acting paranoid again.

‐Over nothing. Really nothing!
‐Just stop lying!

Don't take that tone with me!
I am still your father!

Did you kill her?

What? Who?

Sophie Taylor.

This is her necklace, isn't it?

Well, isn't it?

Come on, Dad, the truth.

Not gonna tell the truth? Fine.

They're the same.

Same mark.

Yeah, I talked to the store.

Yeah, but they said it's a style.

Distressed, they called it.

OK.

Well, what about these?

Who did they belong to?

They belonged to your mother.

Pieces she picked up
from flights over the years.

She should've turned them in to lost
and found or whatever, of course, but...

you know, your mom was not perfect.

I'm not perfect.

You're not perfect.

I didn't want to tell you in case you...

freaked out.

But that doesn't explain‐‐

[Henry] You're turning into her,
do you know that?

Neurotic and paranoid until the end.

Did you kill her?

No, Kim.

Oh, my God, did you kill Mom?

The person who killed your mother

is still out there.

Or he's been here with me

the whole time.

[Henry]
Kim, come on, now!

Kim, wait.

‐Kim.
‐No.

‐Kim? Ah!
‐No.

‐Kim, open up. Come on now. This is silly.
‐[doorknob rattling]

I didn't do anything wrong.

Kimberly? I love you.

‐[rattles doorknob]
‐Now open up.

Whatever you're doing in there,
just don't hurt yourself, sweetheart.

Kimberly?

I said open this damn door!

[banging on door]

Open the damn door!

Ahh!

All right.

I'm gonna count to three,
and then I'm coming in.

One...

[knocking]

‐Two...
‐[doorknob rattling]

Three!

I'm calling the police!

[line ringing]

[female operator] 911 Emergency.
How may I direct your call?

Um, it's my dad.

I think he's trying‐‐
He's trying to get in my room.

[female operator] OK, OK.
Can I take your name please?

Kimberly Tooms.

All right, Kimberly,
can you give me your location?

Uh, 14 Victoria Avenue, Echo Park.

What's the nature of your emergency?

You said your dad is trying
to get into your room?

‐Yeah, I think he's hurt someone.
‐Who has he hurt?

I don't know.
Can you just send help?

I'm dispatching a police unit
to your address now.

Is there a lock on your door?

Yeah, I already locked it.

That's good. Stay there.
Help is coming.

‐[Henry whistling a tune]
‐I think he's coming back.

‐[drill whirring]
‐[whistling]

Kimberly?

‐Kimberly, stay on the line.
‐Stand back from the door, sweetheart.

Just a second!

‐No!
‐[Henry] I'm almost in!

Kimberly!

‐No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
‐What are you doing? Get away from there!

‐No! No!
‐What are you doing? Come on! Stop it!

I'm not gonna hurt you!
I'm not gonna hurt you!

I said that's enough!

[sobs]

OK?

‐[muffled sob]
‐Are you calm now?

I asked you a question, Kim!
Are you calm now?

[sobbing]

Can we please just talk about this
quietly and sensibly? Can we do that?

It's just that I've been
under a lot of stress lately. That's all.

This just happens to everybody.

Who did you call?

No one.

Oh, sweetheart.

I really wish you hadn't done that.

It's OK.
We'll sort this whole mess out.

So, what are we gonna do now?

Police are on their way, so you're
gonna have a lot of explaining to do.

So do you.

So, who's gonna take care of you
when I'm not around?

Did you think of that?

No, without me,
there's no roof over your head.

A roof, which I'd like to point out,

that you're too afraid
to get out from under anyway.

Probably just wind up
in a damn nut house.

Rubber rooms
and straightjackets for you.

You're the one who needs help.

I didn't do anything.

You're acting paranoid. Delusional.

That's not true.

All right, you listen to me.

Are you sure?

Sweetheart, you've known me
your whole life.

I've always been there for you.

I never hit you.

I never hurt you.

Barely even raise my voice.

Have I?

Well, have I?

Because I love you, Kimberly.
You mean everything to me.

[sobs] But what about the jewelry?

I mean,
I just don't believe it was Mom's.

Doesn't matter what you believe.

I'm sorry you found it.

I really am.

It hasn't been easy.

What happened to your mother
is an awful thing,

but you can't blame me for that.

I know you hate me, I get it.

I have been somewhat remote lately.

But I've had so much on my mind.

I just wanted this first Thanksgiving
without your mother to be...

I don't know, somehow...

OK for you.

For us.

But am I guilty of being a murderer?

How can you even think that?

So when those police officers show up,

you need to be certain of that.

You need to know in here,

and you need to know in here.

Without any doubt.

Otherwise, you'd destroy
what's left of our family.

So, now

do you feel that you're
one hundred percent positive

that I am who you think I am?

Good.

Then when the police officers do show up,
don't say anything.

It's the medication and your condition
that's warping your thinking.

[cars approaching]

They'll understand.

[knock on door]

Evening, sir.

I'm Officer Foster,
this is Officer Banks, LAPD.

[Henry] Evening.

We received a 911 call
from this address in the last half hour.

A young woman said she was in distress.

Yeah, that would be my daughter.

‐[Foster] Are you the homeowner?
‐Yes.

[Foster] And your name?

Henry Tooms.

Mr. Tooms, on the basis of this call,

we have just cause
to enter your property to conduct a search

and to interview both you and your
daughter. Do you have a problem with this?

No, please, come in.

Apologies for the mess.

Renovations.

Are you Kimberly?
Did you make the 9‐1‐1 call?

‐Yeah.
‐It's a bit embarrassing, actually.

Kim just overreacted.

Mr. Tooms, we're gonna need you
to step outside the room for a minute.

Why?

[Banks] I'm gonna need to
talk to Kimberly alone,

and my partner, she's gonna take your
statement in the kitchen there.

All right.

After you.

I'm Officer Banks.

Can I get you anything?

No.

Are you injured?

No.

So your dad's renovating, huh?

[Kimberly]
Oh. Um, yeah.

It's been taking a while.

‐May I?
‐Sure.

‐Ooh! No, no.
‐Sorry.

No, no, I got it. It's mine.

Kimberly, I'm gonna need you to tell me
what happened here tonight.

Think you can do that for me?

You must get a lot
of bogus domestic calls at the holidays.

What makes you say that?

Well, I just mean,
families together, tempers flare.

Next thing you know, Uncle Joe
stabs Cousin Lou with a fork kinda thing.

It happens.

[Henry speaking indistinctly]

Kimberly, your dad's not here right now.
It's just you and me.

You made the call for a reason. Just tell
me what‐‐ what made you pick up the phone.

Nothing.

He's right. I overreacted.

So, your daughter's prone
to this kind of behavior?

No, she's...

She's such a good girl.
It's just been a tough year.

Her mother was murdered last year.

‐Rose Tooms?
‐Yeah.

Sorry for your loss.

Yeah, well, the cops
haven't found the guy yet.

So you're suggesting
this is the reason she made that call?

Officer, my daughter's been a shut‐in
since this happened.

She can't even leave the house.

She'll have a panic attack
when the front door opens.

I can't unlatch a window
without her getting dizzy.

She's taking this medication for, uh...

Agoraphobia?

Yep.

‐Are you seeking treatment for that?
‐My dad got me a therapist.

We have sessions at home.

Can you tell me the name of your doctor?

Dr. Helen Saunders.

And would it be OK with you
if I contacted her?

I haven't been around as much.

And work's been, like, crazy.

Trying to, um, support the both of us.

Uh, she's just lonely and angry.

I told her off earlier, she ran upstairs.

Teenagers. [chuckles]

Why'd you tell her off?

Well, the house is just‐‐ it's
all over the place right now, you know?

All right.

She went up to the attic, and I told her‐‐
Well, I don't know.

She was up there to see
some of her mom's old stuff,

so, like, you know.

But she practically broke her neck,
so I got‐‐

I just‐‐ I lost it,

so she ran to her room,
wouldn't come out.

You know,
I raised my voice with her a bit.

I don't think she was used to it.

She called you guys.

Mr. Tooms, domestic abuse
is a serious issue.

We get a lot of calls on it.

So I have to ask...

have you ever hit her before?

No. Never.

He's never raised his hand
to you in any way?

No. I was just mad.

This is‐‐ I shouldn't have said anything.

I don't‐‐

I don't want him to get in any trouble.

I understand that. He's your dad.

He‐‐ He hasn't done anything wrong.

Are you sure there's nothing else
you want to tell me?

Yeah, I'm sure.

OK then, I think we're done here.

[Banks] Yeah, it appears so.

According to your dad, this was
all some sort of misunderstanding.

‐Is that correct?
‐I'm sorry.

In that case, I'm gonna have to
caution you against wasting police time.

We're only to be called
in cases of genuine emergencies.

Do you understand?

Yes, I'm sorry.

All right, if there's nothing else...

OK, then we'll head out.

Love you.

Thanks for coming just the same.

‐[Foster] You have a good night.
‐Thank you.

[Banks] Hey, hold on one second.

Hey, listen, if there's anything
that you want to talk about

that you feel like you can't
talk about here, call me direct, OK?

‐[Kimberly] OK.
‐Anything at all.

Thanks.

[Henry] Night. Thanks again.

Happy holidays.

Go to bed.
I'll fix your door in the morning.

[crying softly]

[typing]

[creak]

[stairs creaking]

[footsteps]

[creak]

‐[crunch]
‐Aah!

[gasps]

[groans]

[Henry] You were in my room.

How would you feel if I went
through your personal things?

Should I be disappointed?

Angry?

Or mad at myself
for not bringing you up right?

I hurt myself.

Give me that.

Why?

Because it's mine.

This wasn't in your collection.

‐Just give it to me.
‐[Kimberly] You know what's weird?

What?

All those girls that went missing?

They all kinda look the same.

They kinda look like Mom.

[gasps]

This whole thing's getting out of hand.

I love you, and I loved your mom, Kim.

Our family, it was and is
the most important thing to me.

The night your mom disappeared,
we fought.

Rose had a last‐minute schedule change.
Again.

And I was tired of it.

I was tired of not being first.

Of you and me not being first.

Do I regret every word of that fight?

Yes! Every minute,
every second of every day.

But when the cops found your mom's body,

please, you gotta believe me,
my heart broke forever.

I wish I could take those words
and take the anger out of them

and replace it
with compassion and patience.

Which is what I'm doing now.

Do you think I wanna lose you?

Do you think I'm gonna let Dr. Saunders
have you committed?

Kimberly, no!

All I have is us!

Kim, please, please just give it to me,

go to sleep, and everything
will be better in the morning.

Kimberly.

Kim.

‐Put that away!
‐How many?

You're gonna hurt yourself.

How many?

This is exactly what Dr. Saunders
warned me about.

She said your medication
might trigger aggression.

She told me to look for this,
and I didn't listen.

If you hurt yourself, if you hurt me,
you'll be locked up.

Stay where you are, please.

I wasn't the only one
who fought with her that night!

You don't remember that, do you?

You don't remember how angry
you were at her that night.

‐That's not true.
‐It's not?

‐That's not true.
‐Are you sure?

‐Go! Leave!
‐[Rose] Kim, it's not what you think!

‐Just trust me for once!
‐Trust you?

Why would I trust someone
who's cheating on my dad?

‐ I'm not!
‐You leave him. You leave me.

You leave us! Leave!

‐And don't bother coming back here!
‐Kim!

Kimberly, just give me the knife before
something happens you can't take back.

Kimberly.

‐Put that down.
‐I said stay away from me.

‐Stay back!
‐Aah!

[Henry groaning]

[heartbeat]

[panting]

Aah.

[Kimberly panting]

[spits out cap]

[Kimberly] No.

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

Stop. No, no, no!

[gasps]

[Henry] Happy Thanksgiving.

[birds singing outside]

Dad?

Dad? Are you there?

Hello?

Dad.

Dad? Please come in.

[tapping on door]

Don't do this to me!

‐[pounding]
‐Hey!

Hey!

It's more disappointment than anger.

You leave me no choice here, Kim.

You're out of control.

This isn't permanent.

It's not punishment.

I even left you some of the dinner,

the holiday dinner
we were supposed to have,

including the pie,

which, frankly, you don't deserve.

That should tide you over for now.

Your phone and your laptop
are off‐limits until you settle down.

Honey, I need to go out for a little bit,

so we'll finish talking about this
when I get back.

[footsteps]

Dad?

Dad?

Hey! Hey!

‐[footsteps receding]
‐[sobs]

[door closes]

‐Hey!
‐[tapping]

Hey! You can't do this!

[pounds]

You can't do this!

OK. OK.

[clatters on floor]

Fuck. Fuck!

[grunting]

[pounding]

[sighs] Fuck.

Yes.

[gasps, panting]

[gasps]

[object scrapes]

[footsteps]

[Henry]
Kimberly.

[tapping]

How did you do that?

Remember when I took you
to that magic show when you were a kid?

Hmm?

They made a woman disappear.

Yeah. Remember, they locked her in a box,
and poof!

[chuckles]

She was gone.

You leaned over to me,

you said, "Daddy, how'd they do that?"

Remember what I said?
Remember?

"It's magic.

The woman will disappear for a bit,

but she will always come out."

We spent the whole week playing
hide‐and‐seek all over the house.

And you know what?

I always found you.

And you always came out.

Please, come out.

Right, then.

‐[panting]
‐[Henry grunting]

[grunts]

[panting]

Kimberly!

[hurried footsteps]

[footsteps]

‐[grunting]
‐[gasps]

[footsteps]

[saw buzzing]

Watch your ears, sweetheart.

[saw buzzing]

[Kimberly]
Come on!

[Kimberly mumbles indistinctly]

[enraged grunt]

[continues grunting]

Just a little more, I'll be right there!

[stomping]

[grunts]

[whispers] Oh, my God.

[cell phone ringing]

[angry groan]

Jane? It's Henry.

Oh, I'm fine.
Yeah, how are you?

Uh, no, actually, right this second,
she's in the middle of something.

So, uh, hey, I could get her to call you
back when she's finished.

‐She called you? When?
‐Help!

Yeah. She is feeling
a little cabin fever these days.

‐[Kimberly] Help me!
‐So, that's a good sign, right?

‐Help me, please!
‐[Henry] Probably get out of the house.

‐[Kimberly] Help!
‐I just think maybe

‐she was a little overzealous...
‐Help me!

...about asking for a sleepover.

Absolutely, you should, yeah.

Kimberly would love to see you,
you know.

Tell you what, give me a couple of days.
Honestly, the place is a mess.

If I can just get the house in order.

Mm‐hmm. Yeah, take care.

Jesus fucking Christ.

So that was your Aunt Jane.

She said you had left a message.
Something about making a trip?

You're not doing us any favors, honey.

Kim?

Oh, come on, do I have to come
down in there and get you?

Damn it!

Kimberly?

I know you're scared, Kim,
but I don't think you get it.

I'm trying to help you.
I'm your father.

I love you.

Doesn't matter what you did.

[doorbell chimes]

[whispering] You're gonna remain
completely quiet and do exactly as I say.

Otherwise, someone is gonna get hurt.

[sighs] Kimberly.

Kimberly.

[doorbell chimes]

Go.

Dr. Saunders?

Hi. I'm sorry I'm running a bit late.
It's been a nightmare of a day.

There's all this post‐holiday chaos
and Black Friday mania.

I should have called
and said I was running behind.

Um... [chuckles]

Are you OK?

What do you mean?

Well, you look... dirty.

Oh. Yeah,
I've been working on the house.

[Dr. Saunders]
Oh.

May I come in?

We're gonna have to reschedule, actually.

Yeah, I got a lot of work to do,
and it's not a good time right now.

[Kimberly]
Dad?

It's OK.

She can come in.

I don't think it's a good idea right now.

Dr. Saunders came all this way.

It's fine.

We could finish up later, right?

OK.

‐Oh, wow, you weren't kidding.
‐Yeah.

Looks like a bomb went off in here.

Yeah, it's kind of a rough day.

Um, better in here today.

OK. [chuckles]

Well, it's a good thing your dad's
keeping you busy, though.

Yeah.

Uh, listen, I'm gonna sit in on this one.

If that's OK with you.

OK.

So, um, are you
still taking your medication?

No.

Why not?

I guess I forgot.

Then how are you feeling without it?

My head's clearer.

And have the panic attacks,
have they increased or decreased?

I don't know, sometimes I feel trapped.

Trapped?

In this house.

Not literally.

How so?

Like I want to get out,

but I can't.

[Dr. Saunders] OK.
What's holding you back?

I don't know what will happen to my dad.

So you're afraid if you leave,
you might not see your dad again?

More like I won't come back.

Well, that's called growing up, Kim.

And it happens to all of us eventually.

Children leave.

But one step at a time.

Let's just get you
out the front door first, OK?

[exhales]

Uh...

I never offered you a drink.

Oh, no, I'm fine. Thank you.

No, no, no,
I make a great cup of tea.

And my Aunt Jane, she's my mom's sister,
just sent me these new teas to try,

and I like to mix them together
and make my own.

I've got Lady Grey, Black Currant.

Kinda like Black Grey, you know?

‐Kim, she's fine.
‐Are you sure?

Stop pushing.

You know what? Um, yes.

Yes, I would like to try
the famous Kimberly Tooms brew.

Great.

I will go make that now.

Unless you'd like to make it.

No.

Dr. Saunders would like a Kim special.

I can make you one too if you want.

Sure. Just don't take too long.

‐[Henry] Everything OK in there?
‐Fine.

[Dr. Saunders] How was Thanksgiving?

[Kimberly]
OK, there we go.

[Dr. Saunders]
Thank you.

Which one is this?

[Kimberly] Uh, I chose the Keemun,

with a pinch of the White Rose.

It could suck.

It's black tea,
so just, you know, milk and sugar.

Think the milk turned.

I think it's lovely.
I see what all the fuss is about.

I want to talk about my mom.

All right. Um, we can certainly do that,
if you feel up to it.

I do.

Maybe we could take
our time with that.

Uh, if Kimberly wants to talk about that,
it's her choice.

She can go wherever she wants to
in these sessions.

I do want to talk about it.

Go ahead.

I've been thinking about it a lot lately.

You know, about what happened to her,
and the man‐‐

the man who killed her.

I thought a lot about what I would say
to him if I ever had the chance.

And what would that be?

I wouldn't ask him why.

No.

I know why.

He did it because he's sick.

Because he enjoys it.

He probably justifies it to himself.

A man like that invents excuses
to do what he does.

To excuse his own sickness.

Remember you first told me
that I was in a cocoon?

[Dr. Saunders] Mm‐hmm.

Like a butterfly struggling to get out?

Maybe he's in a cocoon, too.

Except... he hides in his,

where it's dark...

where no one can see him

for what he really is.

And I'd tell him
he's a monster and a coward.

And what do you think he would say to you?

I'm afraid that's all the time
we have for today.

So much work to do around the house.

Sorry, Doctor.

Right. Well, um,

I think we were breaking
new ground here, Kimberly.

Um, maybe at our next session,
we can venture outside

maybe into the yard?

I'd like that.

‐Um...
‐[sets cup down]

Great job with the tea.

Five stars.

Well, thank you, Doctor.

Um... I actually need
to ask you both something.

‐What's that?
‐I... I got a call last night

from an Officer Banks, I believe?
She said they were called to this address.

She wanted to confirm
that I was Kimberly's doctor.

Is there anything I should know?

‐No.
‐No.

No.

All right.

‐Oh, um, have a good weekend.
‐Thank you.

[Dr. Saunders screams]

[Henry shouts]

[Dr. Saunders screaming]

[Dr. Saunders gasping]

[Henry] OK.

You are in so much trouble!

You wanted to know.

Now you know.

‐[dogs barking]
‐[drill whirring]

I'm gonna have to get rid of her, Kim.

I don't like to work like this.

I like to be careful, precise, no traces.

These girls need to be punished.

I can't let them influence you.

I can't risk you being exposed
to what they are.

I protect you, Kim.

Hmm?

You know that, right?

That's my purpose on earth,
to make it safer for you.

For when you come out of your cocoon.

Upon emerging from its chrysalis,

the butterfly is at its
most vulnerable state in its life cycle.

Until that's done, it can't fly.

And then it's easy prey
for birds and other predators.

Your mother never understood that.
But then again, she never helped us

with your fifth‐grade
science fair project, either, did she?

Second place. So proud.

But then when she found out...

yeah, it was like trying
to put broken glass back together.

What was I supposed to do?

She was just gonna tell the cops,

and then they'd take you away
from me forever.

I never did anything but love you.

I did the best I could
under the circumstances.

Do you not have anything to add?

You don't want to take
a little personal responsibility for this?

[whirring]

You did this.
This is your fault, Kimberly.

Dr. Saunders would still be alive
if you just did as you were told.

[heavy thud]

But you couldn't do it.
You couldn't toe the line.

And now this is where we are.

[sniffs]

If you act like a child,
you'll be treated like one.

I'm not a bad man.
Not at all.

One day,
you're gonna walk out that door,

and you'll get that I made
the world a safer place for you.

[sighs]

These girls...

these women, they all want you to...

Well, just want you to be like them.

Even if you haven't met them,

their influence, their energy,
it's out there.

And I would never allow that.

Ever.

You're my girl.

The best thing I ever did.

I always did everything for...

for you.

F‐For us.

Fuck you.

Hey... you just...

Kim...

Propofol.

[Henry groans]

Oh, yes. OK.

Come on.

Fuck, come on.

OK.

‐[line ringing]
‐Pick up, pick up.

‐[cell phone ringing]
‐[Foster] Uh‐oh!

Is that Tim O'Day calling?

[Banks] Oh, my God, what if it is?

Banks. Hello?

[Kimberly]
Yeah. Hi, it's Kimberly Tooms.

Remember, you said to call‐‐
to call you if something bad happened?

Yeah, I remember.

It's my Dad.
You have to come now, OK?

You have to take him away.

‐Has he hurt you?
‐[Kimberly] He killed her.

Sophie Taylor?
You know, the missing girl from the TV?

I think he's killed other girls.

I mean, he killed my therapist
right in front of me.

[Banks]
Am I hearing you right?

Are you telling me that your dad
killed somebody in front of you?

‐Yes.
‐OK, where's your dad now, Kimberly?

Um, he's... he's passed out on the floor.

I drugged him.

But I don't know how much longer
it's going to last.

OK, I just need you to get
out of the house immediately, OK?

I don't know if I can, OK?

He boarded everything up.
I'm locked in.

Stay on the line, OK?

‐What is it?
‐That domestic from the other night.

Kimberly Tooms? She said her father's
the one that killed Sophie Taylor.

[Kimberly]
Fuck!

[panting]

‐[Banks] Kim, you still with me?
‐Yes.

[Banks] Kimberly, I need you
to get out of the house

and get as far away
as you possibly can, OK?

We've go units on the way, OK?
Can you hear me?

Yeah, look, I lied yesterday.

Something's wrong.

Oh, shit.

[Banks] Kim?

He's‐‐

[Banks] Kimberly‐‐

You didn't use enough
for someone my size.

‐[grunting]
‐Ahh!

But the White Rose tea was very soothing.

[shouts]

‐[grunting and shouting]
‐Ow!

God damn it, I fucking love you!
How do I prove that?

Go to hell!

You're not goin' anywhere!

This is our home!

I called the police!

I told them everything.

They're gonna come,
and they're gonna lock you up this time.

There's no more hiding, Dad.

I‐‐

[groans]

[groaning]

‐[thud]
‐Aah!

‐[thud]
‐[groaning]

[crying] Ohh, look what you did
to our family!

Look what you did to it!

So stupid!

Stupid!

We can fix this.

We can fix this.

Oh, no.

[gasps] Dad.

Dad, no.

[Henry grunting]

Aah! Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Dad, stop!

Dad, what are you doing?

Stop!

Dad, please don't do this.

Please don't do this.

‐I got these...
‐Dad, please don't do this.

...for your birthday candles.

Stop. Please don't.

That goddamn necklace.

I lied!

I never called the police.

You didn't?

No. I made that up.

They're not coming.

OK? You're safe.

You're safe here.

Oh, sweetheart.

You look so much like your mother.

‐I'm sorry, Daddy.
‐Aah!

[Henry groaning]

Aah! Kimberly?

How many times have I told you
to pick up after yourself?

[groans]

[whispers] OK. OK.

[beeping]

[panting]

[Henry] I'm having a...

just a really, really bad day.

I could use a little understanding here.

You're my daughter.

We're supposed to look after each other.

You're a smart girl, lots of potential.

I know I said a lot of things today and...

some hurtful things. I know that.

But through everything,

I have never been prouder of you.

You've done so well, sweetheart.

You used to hide up here all the time.

So cute.

I'm not hiding now.

So come and get me.

That's my girl.

Aah! [groans]

[smoke alarm beeping]

[screaming]

[Henry screaming]

[moaning]

[screaming]

[Henry moaning and panting]

‐[smoke alarm beeping]
‐[coughing]

‐[grunting]
‐[glass breaking]

[screaming]

[Kimberly]
OK.

OK.

[drain spout creaking]

[loud thud]

Fuck!

[coughing]

[distant siren]

[music playing]

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