All language subtitles for Nightmares And Dreamscapes s01e05 The Road Virus Heads North.eng

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[cars honking]

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[indistinct chatter]

Hey, Richard Kinnell.

I love your books. I'm a fan.

Thanks.

No. I'm a fanatic.

Mr. Kinnell, it's an honor.
I'm Betsy Wright from Pen.

- So nice to meet you.
- Betsy.

Uh, this way, please.

[siren wailing in distance]

[indistinct chatter]

- 'Keep it moving, okay?'
- Thank you.

Thank you. Ohh.

- The hand of glory.
- I made it myself.

Thank you. Here you go.

Good.

I get at least
ten of those a year.

- How was the drive, Rich?
- Oh, heh! Dreadful, thanks.

I've been trying
your cell phone all morning.

- No service?
- No phone.

You turned it off,
you son of a bitch.

I'm wrestling with some ideas.

How do you think I feel
when my one client

won't take my call?

I apologize.

You still love me?

- Ten percent of the time.
- Mm.

Please make sure
we connect after this panel.

Warner Brothers wants to shoot
"Night Vision."

They brought the Brink's truck.

Mr. Kinnell, Mr. Kinnell

uh, where do you get your ideas?

Mr. Kinnell, do you
ever scare yourself?

[eerie music]

- Richard, Richard!
- So..

You got to check this out, huh?

Cool, huh? Yeah!

C-c-could you sign it for me?

How about a signature? Come on.

- Come on, buddy. Let's go.
- Come on, guys.

- Come on.
- I'll return. I love you!

Let's go. Put your shirt
back on.

Was that me?

Yeah, if it is,
you need a waxing.

- Uh, Sarah.
- Richard.

Will, Will.

Uh, will you two excuse me?

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Are you comfy, Richard?

No, but I'm wealthy.

My caboose has landed
its own reality show.

Let me know if you find
my dignity up there.

[chuckles]

I have a problem, don't I?

Well, atypical cells
have appeared in your colon

and spread to
the lower intestine.

'I want you back next week
for an upper GI.'

What is it?

- It's nothing yet.
- Oh, come on, Josh.

You're withholdin'.

I am, but until we know more..

But it's serious.

'We'll just take
another look at it.'

[exhales sharply]
Yeah.

Frigged by
the fickle finger of fate.

Sorry?

I mean, I'm not surprised.

My mother died at 44

and my father at 36.

You're looking for a reason.

Oh, yeah. There are lots
of reasons..

Red meat, cigarettes,
unprotected sex.

Look, the reason is the same
for all of us, alright?

We are mortal.

I imagine, you know, writers

they enjoy a great measure
of control over their work.

You control
what your characters say.

'You control what they do.'

'You even control the weather.'

Medicine's different, Richard.

We're accustomed to
a significant degree of chaos.

Yeah. Man plans
and God laughs, huh?

'When can we have
another look at this?'

[cars honking]

Oh, move it!
Come on, knuckleballs.

What are you, blind
or blind and drunk?

Damn it.

Please, God,
it better be nothin'.

I'll die when I'm ready to die.

[thuds]

[dramatic music]

[bell tolls]

[indistinct chatter]

[man on TV]
'Physical fitness has never been so cheap.'

'You can do it..'

[male #1]
'Mom, we've gotta get back on the road.'

[dog barking]

Mm-hmm.

[barking continues]

[eerie music]

Oh, you're a smug one.

What do you know I don't know?

[thud]

Aren't you Richard Kinnell?

Yes, I am.

I should have known you'd go
right for that. It's so you.

It is, isn't it?

I'm Judy Diment.
I live down the street.

Um, what can you tell me
about this painting, Judy?

It's original.
The artist was Bobby Hastings.

He's the reason I'm selling off
all the Hastings' things.

The house was theirs.

They even left a dog.

The subject looks like
a rock and roll cannibal.

[Judy]
'Bobby was like that.'

He wore the same T-shirt
day in and day out.

It had a picture
of the Led Zeppelins on it.

By the end, Bobby was just skin
and bone, dirty all the time.

- The end, what?
- Suicide.

Bobby was just 23.

He was the tortured
genius type, you know

but still living at home.

It was the drugs.

Uh..
[clears throat]

Uh, do you have
any other paintings, Judy?

No.

One fine Tuesday

Bobby took all his paintings
and sketches out

into that side yard,
except for that one

I guess and burned them.

Bobby must have had 70 or 80
plus of his sketchbooks.

Iris, that's Bobby's mother

said most of them were real bad

lots worse than the stuff
that'd curl your hair.

Most of them have
sex stuff in them.

Really?

In the garage, they found

over a hundred
of those little bottles

they sell crack cocaine in.

This is where Bobby
used to paint.

[electricity crackling]

'Anyway, I guess he finally
reached the end of his chain.'

'No pun intended.'

Aren't drugs awful, Mr. Kinnell?

They certainly were.

When Iris found him
hanging right there..

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...there was a tiny note
pinned on his shirt.

It said, "I can't stand
what's happening to me."

Really?

Um, I feel the same way.

Okay, um, so how much do you
want for the painting, Judy?

[Judy]
'Forty-five dollars.'

Oh, quiet!

Who's gonna buy that dog?

He won't listen to me.
I'll be honest with you.

'I started at 70,
but nobody likes it'

'so now it's marked down.'

Where in the world do you get
all those crazy ideas?

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Given the choice,
I'd rather live.

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[crows cawing]

Uh-oh.

So sorry.

I stopped at a yard sale
on the way.

Oh? Did you find any treasures?

I always do.

- Well, let's see.
- Okay, okay.

This one's gonna blow
your pantyhose off.

'Well, that's
a charming thought.'

- Well?
- Oh, Richard.

It's horrible. I hate it.

Oh, come on. It's not that bad.

'Oh!'

"The Road Virus Heads North."

Fitting, isn't it?

Who would paint such a thing?

I'm surprised you weren't more
sensitive to it yourself.

You're the master of fear.

'You always were
an imaginative fella.'

- 'I didn't notice the tattoo.'
- 'It's those teeth.'

No, no, no. I saw those.

It looks different
in this light.

'The sky looks darker
than I remember.'

Anyway.

Thanks for lunch.

- 'You liked it?'
- Delicious.

Huh? Ahh.

A penny for your thoughts.

Oh, um..

I had a checkup today..

My very first colonoscopy.

And, uh, they found somethin'.

I have to go in for more tests.

Wow.

Have they done a biopsy?

Next week.

Well, that's not so bad.

It's not so good.

You're thinkin' about my sister.

It's not like it was in her day.

Uh, what am I, 50?

Mom was 40 when she got sick.

- Yeah.
- Mm-hmm.

But she had four good years.

[Richard]
'You know that, uh, that artist that hung himself'

he left this simple note.

It said, "I can't stand
what's happening to me."

Oh, stop that talk.

It's self-pity.

Get busy living.

You've got 50
more books to write.

Fifty? Ooh.

I got to stop off
at Sally's on the way home.

She's watching Hobo
for me, you know?

You and Sally
gonna get together?

No. We're just friendly.

Well, maybe you could use
a little more friendly

in your life, hmm?

Hmm, no, thanks.

One time around the park with
Sally is enough for any man.

[chuckles]

Well, now, Richard

I know you're gonna be fine.

You just have to keep
a good attitude.

That's most important.

And you can start by gettin' rid
of that horrid picture.

Oh, auntie.

Oh, I'm serious.

When you get to the Saco River

I want you to pull off
into that break-down lane

and throw it over.

Ah, look at me, Richard.

I'm 63.

My secret is simple.

Fill your life with flowers.

You hear that, "road virus"?

'Aunt Trudy wants you
to go for a swim.'

No, a sink.

I love you.

I love you.
A bushel and a peck.

[engine cranks]

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[cutlery clanking]

[crows cawing]

[dog barking]

Shh!

Quiet, you crazy dog.

Sorry. Sale's over.

[screaming]

[whimpers]

[car engine cranks]

[engine idling]

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Fill your life with flowers.

[car honking]

[tires screeching]

Uh, so much for flowers.

[thudding]

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

[tires screeching]

[dog barking]

Oh, for God's sake.

[creaking]

[grunts]

[eerie music]

Rosewood.

He's in Rosewood?

It's impossible.

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[dog barking]

Hi.

No wonder
that kid killed himself.

[dog barking]

Nice legs.

Be sure you eat your fiber.

[engine sputtering]

'Huh, what painting?'

I don't see any painting.

[birds chirping]

[dog barking]

Aah!

Jade!

[honking]

Down. Morstead, down!

Come here. Come here.
Sorry, Richard.

Rescue dogs are loyal,
but needy. Good girl.

Did he need to eat my wiper?

It's okay now. You can come out.

There. Oh, sorry, Richard.

Your dog's inside.

Hey, is he always so thirsty?

I can't keep him away
from the toilet.

Maybe he's got a salt imbalance.

I'm just saying
I'd look into it.

How was the writing conference?

Fine.

You feeling less threatened

by your popularity?

Sally, um,
thanks for watching Hobo.

- Can you bring him out?
- You're not coming in?

- Quiet.
- No, it's late. It's late.

I have.. what..

I got two more hours
to get up to derry.

Oh, I understand. You probably
have someone waiting.

- No. Nobody's waiting.
- Oh, my God.

What happened to our car?

I mean your car.

Did someone break in?

Ah, it's a long story.

Were they tryin' to steal
your painting?

Huh?

'I bet you stopped
at a consignment shop.'

'You're always
treasure hunting.'

[eerie music]

Ew.

But I destroyed it.

[Sally]
'Oh, tell me you didn't buy that.'

'Or is it a gift from
one of your sick fans?'

'Richard?'

Are you okay?

I destroyed that.
I threw it in the river.

God, you're not well.
Look at you. You're bone white.

[woman on TV]
'The stock market..'

Hey, you look better.

You got some color back.

[whimpers]

Richard, you're acting weird.

You're freaking out
your own dog.

The yard sale was in Rosewood,
New Hampshire.

What yard sale?

The yard sale where
I bought the painting.

When I bought it this afternoon

the firebird was crossing
the Zakim Bridge in Boston.

Now it's in Rosewood.

The painting is changing.

It's following me.

- You're drinking again.
- No.

- The pills?
- No.

Then what is it?

Richard, you had a checkup
after the writing conference.

I mean,
what did your doctor say?

He found something.

- What did he find?
- He didn't say.

Why didn't you tell me this?

Were you expecting
to drive home alone

and keep this inside?

Now, tell me exactly
what the doctor said.

Whatever he said
is the least of my worries.

Right now, there is the distinct
and terrifying possibility

that I might be losing my mind.

You're not losing your mind,
Richard.

You just had a terrible day.

I think you need a healing.

- Oh..
- Yes, a healing.

We've got to get you
out of these clothes first.

Come on out back.

[woman on TV]
'...will be able to take advantage.

'of valuable
federal tax credits'

starting in 2006.

We interrupt now for
a breaking local news story.

A Rosewood woman has been
brutally murdered

while doing a favor
for an absent friend.

'Thirty-eight-year-old
Judith Diment'

'was conducting a yard sale
outside her neighbor's home'

'when she was savagely
attacked.'

'Neighbors heard a loud car'

'accelerating away from
the vicinity along Route 1.'

[Sally]
Okay, so we have to adorn your chakras in crystal.

Do you think that crystals will
tame a runaway imagination?

[Sally]
Yes, they will.

My God, it's hot in here.

Well, that's the point.

Your body is releasing toxins.

Okay, now take this.

It's a flower extract
to combat fear.

- Open up. Come on.
- I'll take a pint.

You have to educate yourself
about health, Richard.

You're a writer.
Do your research.

'Knowledge is power'

'power to fight.'

Mmm. Fight. Yeah.

That's what Aunt Trudy said.

[engine revving]

[intense music]

[bell tolling]

[music continues]

[glass shatters]

Uh!

Hey, welcome back.

You feel better?

Come on. Get in.

- It's gone.
- Like magic.

- What'd you do with it?
- Don't ask.

Sally.

It's in the trash
where it belongs.

Did it change?

I didn't look.

No. I mean, was it still
the yard sale?

I told you I wouldn't look
and neither should you.

- Here.
- What's this?

I.. I-I want you to stay
at the Lighthouse Inn tonight.

- Richard.
- No, please.

If you do,
I'll be able to sleep.

I'm not afraid of your painting.

I know. Just humor me.

Thank you for the healing.

You're welcome.

Oh, and Hobo thanks you, too.

Anytime, Hobo.

Hey.

Find your way back.

Maybe I will.

Maybe I'll beat this thing
inside me and..

...just, um, surprise everyone.

[engine cranks]

- Bye.
- Bye.

[electricity crackling]

[eerie music]

[instrumental music]

[house alarm beeps]

Home, Hobo. Home.

No more yard sales.

[key pad beeps]

[shower running]

[eerie music]

I sent her away.

[nails screech]

I know what you are.

You're a disease
growin' in my body.

If I die, you die.

'I want you to think
about that.'

Killing me would
be your suicide.

We need each other to live.

I'm not your damn disease

you egomaniac.

I'm what you don't know.

I'm your fear.

[grunts]

[engine idling]

Aaah!

[panting]

[spits]

[instrumental music]

[laughter on TV]

Rosewood police tell us
that today's murder

is not the first tragedy
in this neighborhood.

'Just last year,
a boy next door'

'committed suicide
in this same house.'

[man on TV]
'It's very sad, Claudia.'

[Claudia]
'Very sad for the Diment family and all their friends.'

'I'm Claudia Clemmens
reporting from Rosewood.'

It's real.

[dramatic music]

This is real.

No.

Aunt Trudy's.

[telephone rings]

- Hello.
- Trudy.

[Aunt Trudy]
'I know it encourages burglars'

'to say things like this'

'but I've gone to Kennebunk
to watch a movie.'

'If you intend to break in'

'please don't take
my china pigs.'

'If you want to leave a message,
do so at the beep.'

[beep]

Trudy, call me
when you get back home.

I don't care how late it is.
Just call me.

Oh, God. Please not Aunt Trudy.

Send them by the coast road.

Please send them
down the coast road.

No. No!

No!

[grunts, glass shatters]

[dramatic music]

[Hobo barking]

[Hobo whimpers]

[clock ticking]

[telephone rings]

- Trudy?
- Yes, dear.

What is it? Are you alright?

I'm better now.

[Aunt Trudy]
'What's wrong? Your-your voice sounds all funny.'

'It's trembling. What is it?'

'It's that picture, isn't it?
It's that damn picture.'

Well, yeah. You were right. It..

It's evil

so I burned it in the fireplace.

[Aunt Trudy]
'Well, good. Scatter the ashes, too.'

'You were worried about me,
weren't you?'

'Because you showed it to me?'

Yes.

'Fire was the right idea.'

'That-that's how they used
to kill evil, right?'

[Aunt Trudy]
'Well, you've used it a few times in your books.'

Heh! You're right. I did.

[Aunt Trudy]
'Oh, I'm fine, Richard. You get some sleep.'

'You've had a hard day, hmm?'

'You've got to stay
strong and healthy.'

'We'll talk tomorrow?'

I think so.

[Aunt Trudy]
'Goodnight, dear.'

[thunder rumbling]

[rain splattering]

[Hobo panting]

He would have been here by now

even if he'd taken
the coast road.

[engine revving]

[Hobo barking]

[eerie music]

[exhales sharply]

[Hobo snarling]

[dramatic music]

[barking continues]

[lock clinks]

[door creaking]

[Hobo growls]

[barking]

[glass shattering]

[Hobo whimpers]

Hobo.

Take it! Take it! It's yours!

[dramatic music]

[doorknob rattling]

[shatters]

[Richard]
Go away! Leave me alone!

Aah! Uh!

[grunting]

[engine idling]

Damn you.

Damn you.

Blood.

I'm goin' outside I think.

[grunts]

[instrumental music]

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