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Fuck it!

Now, who could that be?

If I were a little chickadee, where, oh, where would I be?

Chickadee-dee-dee.

Chickadee!

Daddy, stop.

- I'm not a chickadee. - It is very late.

You know the rules.

Daddy, it's there again.

Come on. Not this again.

Look,

there is nothing under your bed.

I promise.

- There is. - There is nothing under your bed.

There is!

Okay. [sighs] Okay. How about this?

Tomorrow morning, I'll fry up some griddle cake and bacon, extra crispy,

just like on your birthday.

But in order for tomorrow to come, you gotta be brave and go to sleep.

Can you be brave for me, Chickadee?

Sweet dreams, Chickadee.

You okay?

Yeah. It was just a dream.

Were you just laying there, staring at me?

Mm-hmm.

Creeper.

- Baby. - Mmm?

My app says you're ovulating.

Oh.

I told Megan I would help her at the store today, so...

- Jillian. - Hmm?

You promised.

Yeah, I know. Um...

I'm just not really in the mood right now.

Is that okay?

And here we go.

What?

We have to try.

But once again, you conveniently have one of your dreams

and then you're not in the mood.

Mark, my nightmares are not convenient for me.

Okay? It's a medical condition.

Which you have medication for, but you choose not to take.

Yeah, because they make me feel like a zombie.

Having babies means making sacrifices.

I...

Our lives don't just get to be all about us anymore.

Hey.

We agreed we wanted this.

No?

Yeah, no. I know.

I know.

It's gonna be amazing.

And you're gonna be amazing.

Come here.

Ew. Knock much?

Oh, hey, can you grab my phone? It's gonna be a while.

Oh, you know what I was thinking?

When the store opens,

I wanna hire exclusively, like, little gay fashionistas

with killer granny-chic sensibilities.

Oh.

I mean, can you imagine?

I'm just, like, lording over my very own battalion of twinks.

Chickadee.

Yeah.

You have one of your dreams last night?

Uh, yeah.

Yeah. The same one.

The one with the-the little girl.

And then there's just, like, something terrible looming and...

I don't know. I always wake up before I find out what it is.

What can we infer?

I mean, the symbolism is obvious.

You, concerned about the welfare of a little girl.

You and Mark trying to have a baby.

Yeah. No.

The only thing there is to infer

is that I have an unspecified parasomnia disorder

that just gives me some weird-ass dreams.

Yes, which you sometimes act out in real life.

Oh, wait. What was it?

Remember when you were stuffing the throw pillows with...

- Stop. - What was that?

- It was spaghetti. - Spaghetti.

Okay, Mom was livid.

- Oh, my God. She lost her mind. - Yeah.

No, but seriously.

When are you gonna have Mark's spawn, hmm?

I'm so ready to be the funnest aunt in history.

Okay. More like the most unstable aunt in history.

Hey, everybody's gotta have one, right?

- Hey. - Hmm?

You know what I'm thinking?

Mmm.

The hell was that?

Um, I don't know.

- Anything? - No. Weird.

I-I definitely felt something.

Earthquake?

Maybe.

Mark? Mark?

Mark, what's happening?

- Please! Please! - Mark!

No, no, no!

- No! Mark! - Jillian! Please!

Mark! Mark!

No! No!

No. No.

Mark...

- Whoa. Watch the hood! - Hello again.

- Hi. Yeah. - Hi.

Um... Unfortunately, what you're doing here, this is trespassing.

- Really? - So I'm gonna need you to vacate

the premises.

It's a public thoroughfare.

I'm sorry. What was that?

My sister is not a suspect.

Nobody's a suspect, everybody's a suspect.

Wow.

Deep.

- Oh. There it is. Yep. - Mm-hmm.

Gotta get that camera out.

Yeah. Okay.

- Here we go. - Okay. Hi.

- Yep. - Can't be a full day without the camera.

- That's a New Jersey plate. - Hi.

- This gentleman here. - Hello.

- That's me. Detective Watts. - And he has been here every single day.

- Say hello. - Hello.

You have a wonderful day.

And you have a wonderful day too.

Hey.

Hi.

Fucking detective is out there.

Oh. Did you film him again?

Yes.

I'm collecting evidence.

You know, in case there's, like, a class action lawsuit or...

I don't think you know exactly what that is.

At least the reporters have moved on, right?

I found something.

What is it?

This woman. Samantha Blair.

She disappeared from her bedroom.

Middle of the night.

Her mom was in the house,

said she heard screaming, went into her bedroom.

She was just gone.

- No suspect... - Hmm.

But they found blood under the bed.

I mean, it's just like what happened to Mark.

When was this?

This was, like, three months ago.

Like, ten miles away.

And I've already found two other cases just like it.

Look. "Vanished from their bedroom."

- Yeah. - Just disappeared.

- And they're all near here. - Okay.

Um, Jilly.

Hey, Jill.

I don't know if this is a super healthy habit for you.

I don't think anyone would blame you for moving on.

Blame? Everyone blames me.

The... The police blame me.

Mark's family blame me.

- They won't even talk to me. - Yeah. Yeah, but fuck 'em.

You didn't do anything.

You deserve to live your life.

What life?

This happened to me for a reason,

and I'm not gonna stop until I know the truth.

Uh, Mrs. Blair?

Hi.

My-My name is Jillian Fletcher.

I'm here to talk to you about your daughter Samantha.

Why?

Uh, about her disappearance.

I think that the same thing that happened to my husband happened to your daughter.

You were home when it happened, right? Did you see anything...

I have nothing to say to you.

Please. There... There's other disappearances like this.

Please.

These people have been through enough without you bothering 'em.

What are you doing, Jillian?

I'm doing what you should have done a month ago.

These cases have nothing to do with what happened in your house that night,

and we both know it.

There were no signs of forced entry.

I mean, Jillian, they found you with blood on your hands.

That with a motive is enough for the DA.

- This will go to trial. - Okay.

And what exactly would my motive be

for murdering the person I was in love with?

The man I was trying to have a child with?

When it comes to marriage, there's always more to the story.

I'll keep looking.

And I will find something.

Hi.

- Mail. - Yes. Thank you.

I need a fucking drink.

- Whoa. You okay? - Yeah.

- No, I'm good. - You're not.

No, I'm great.

Um, everywhere I go, I'm just a fucking pariah.

No one will talk to me.

No one will look at me.

And this is just my life now, I guess.

- I know this sucks, like, really bad... - Mm-hmm.

But this is gonna blow over.

People forget about this stuff. You just gotta give it a little time.

I don't know.

They're gonna make a case against me.

That's what they said. Like, they just need a motive.

Jill.

You and Mark were so in love.

You were...

You were planning a future together.

You were trying to have a baby.

That's, like, the opposite of a motive.

Mm-hmm.

I know.

Except, um...

Meg, I was...

I was still on the Pill.

I don't, um...

Y-Your statement... I don't...

You told the police that you were trying to get pregnant.

No, I know.

We were trying. He was ready.

And I...

I didn't...

Sometimes they just knock themselves out.

You know?

Like, you think they're dead but then... off they go.

Jilly,

I feel like I just have to ask.

Not that you meant to,

but is there any chance that you...

What are you...

You think I killed him?

Not on purpose, of course.

It's just...

You do have a condition

that sometimes makes you do things that are out of character.

- And I just... - I can't believe this.

- I just wanna make sure. - I can't believe this.

- I can't believe I didn't see it. - Wha... Don't do that, Jill.

- Okay. So this... - I'm on your side.

This actually must have been great for you,

- seeing me like this. - What is that supposed to mean?

You've always hated that I have my dreams.

- It's something that makes me special. - Jillian.

And you have spent your whole life trying to be quirky and unique

because deep down you know the truth, which is that you're ordinary.

You realize you're not the only one in this, right?

- This has been hell for me, Jill. - Oh, has it?

I'm sorry this has been hell for you.

Fuck.

And this whole time, I thought you were trying to protect me.

You know what? I'm gonna go.

- If it's been hell for you... - Oh, really?

- Why don't I go? Yeah. - Really?

- Great. Okay. - Yes.

Go ahead and find another place to live. Hmm?

Yeah, someone else to buy all your groceries.

Oh. And you know what? Your fan mail.

What? What is this?

Wh...

- Is this hate mail? - Yes.

You know, I've been hiding it from you,

but now feels like a really good time for you to take a look.

"We don't want murderers in our neighborhood."

Yeah, well, that's a good point. And why would you?

- "Die, cunt." It's to the point. - Stop.

At least... I mean, they could have used a comma.

Stop, Jill. I'm sorry. Just stop.

What? What is it?

"Niles Taylor."

Came from St. Benjamin's Hospital.

Jillian, this is a crazy person, okay?

- No. No. - Please don't get any ideas.

This is someone who actually believes me.

Jill.

Can we just hit the reset button, please?

Jill!

Charge nurse Sal to 257.

Charge nurse to 257.

Hi. Excuse me. I'm looking for Niles Taylor.

Hi. I'm Jillian Fletcher.

I know you, don't I?

You should not be here.

Wha... But you sent this.

That-That was a mistake.

Forget it. I, um...

- You know something. - I don't wanna get caught up in this.

I... I could lose my job.

Please.

No one believes me. No one cares.

And you wouldn't have sent this if you didn't.

This will keep happening.

Follow me.

You told the police that your husband was killed by someone under the bed.

Yeah.

And this person just disappeared.

Poof.

Along with my husband, yeah.

Where are we going?

Hey, Mary.

How are you today?

I want you to meet Jillian.

This is Mary Gentile.

She's been in a persistent vegetative state for the past ten years.

I've been with her since the beginning. I knit this blanket for her.

That's... That's so sweet.

What does this have to do with me?

We don't know much about what happens in the mind of a coma patient,

but we do know that Mary dreams.

And when she dreams, things happen.

What kind of things?

With a regular dream, nothing much.

But when she has a nightmare...

the lights flicker on and off, machines go haywire.

And during one of them,

I saw it.

I told the other nurses about it.

They called security,

but there was no one under the bed.

We were struggling to know what it all meant,

and they decided that it was just something in my head,

a dream.

And I have always had nightmares... really bad ones.

Especially when I was a kid.

Wait, me too.

But I know what my dreams are.

This was not one of them.

It was real. I am certain of that.

I believe you.

Did it ever happen again?

Mary had other nightmares, but I never saw that thing again.

These other nightmares, do you know when they were?

Yeah. I-I've been plotting the data.

This is Mary's normal brain function.

But when she has a nightmare, it results in a spike in her EEG.

All these dates, they correspond to the disappearances.

I know.

So, what about January 10th?

That's the day that my husband...

Th-This can't be possible.

Can it?

This is crazy.

I haven't told anybody else about this. I'm not even sure if I believe it.

But when I heard what happened to you...

Yeah. Wh-What do you know about her?

Not much. Uh...

I know she lived on a farm with her dad, alone.

He found her passed out one day, and she'd had a stroke.

She's been here ever since.

Where was the house where they used to live?

I'm not sure. Uh...

Maybe out on State Route 6. Why?

If I were a little chickadee, where, oh, where would I be?

Daddy, stop.

I'm not a chickadee.

What are you doing here?

I'm sorry. I didn't think anyone lived here.

- How did you know I was coming? - A birdie told me.

What are you doing in my house?

I'm here to find out about Mary Gentile.

Out. Now.

You called her your little chickadee.

You told her you would make her griddle cakes and bacon, extra crispy,

in the morning just like on her birthday.

I think Mary and I are connected,

and I'm not leaving here until you talk to me.

What happened that night after you sent Mary to bed?

Mary was special,

sensitive.

And she had vivid dreams.

Some of them nightmares about...

about the thing under the bed.

And I took her to the doctor,

but, you know, they just gave her pills to make her sleep.

Didn't do squat.

Okay, but-but there was something under the bed that night, wasn't there?

Daddy! Daddy!

- Daddy! - His name was Jacob Holler.

He was a patient at Longview Sanitarium.

Daddy, help me! Daddy!

He escaped the week before, broke into our house and hid under Mary's bed.

- Daddy! - Where is he now? Jacob Holler.

He's dead.

- I killed him with my bare hands. - Daddy!

Mary, she was never the same.

That's everything I care to tell you.

It wasn't just 'cause Mary was afraid, was it?

After that, something... something else came out of there.

Look, Mr. Gentile, I wanna help Mary.

I-I think I need to spend some time here.

Don't expect pancakes and bacon in the morning.

Sweet dreams, Chickadee.

Hi, Jillian.

What is this place?

This is where I live.

It's beautiful.

The subconscious world.

Most people can't access it unless they're dreaming,

but people like us, we're special.

We're evolved.

Niles?

Your nurse at the hospital?

Him too.

In this place, you two have shared lifetimes.

Are there more people like us?

So many.

- Sweet dreams, Chickadee. - So many.

They wander in from time to time!

And when they feel something, we feel it too.

Did you feel what I felt, Mary?

Were you with me that night, Mary? Did you feel what I felt?

January 10th, the night my husband got taken.

Stop it!

- You're hurting me! - Sweet dreams, Chickadee.

- No, stop! Stop! You're hurting us! - Stop! Stop!

- Stop it! - You're hurting us!

Stop it!

- Stop it! - Mary, stop it.

- Stop it. - Mary. Mary.

- You're hurting us. Stop it. - Sweet dreams, Chickadee.

I hate you. I'll kill you!

- Jillian, wake up! - Mary, stop it.

- Jillian, wake up! - Stop it! You're hurting me!

I'll kill you!

Jillian, wake up.

Jillian, wake up!

It's happening again.

She's having a nightmare.

She could be hurting someone right now.

Where though?

The mother and father of Ethan Gonzales

have told police they last saw the 12-year-old

when they tucked him in for bed.

This morning, the child was missing.

You're hurting me!

- Stop it! - Stop it!

- Stop! You're hurting us! Stop it! - Stop!

I'll kill you! I'll kill you!

Why are you here, Jillian?

He was only 12.

Was?

Right now, he's just missing.

Unless you know something I don't.

Under the bathroom mirror?

We found the birth control pills.

You didn't want a baby, did you?

You were lying to your husband,

didn't know how to get out of it.

It's over, Jillian.

No.

No, it's not.

But it's going to be.

I have an idea.

I was prescribed a drug called prazosin. Do you know it?

I do.

It stops you from dreaming.

Yeah.

Stopped me from thinking altogether.

I stopped taking it.

What if there's something like that that we could give to Mary?

Like, maybe something even stronger.

But dreaming is all she has.

It's her entire world.

But Niles, this is bigger than Mary.

It's bigger than us.

We can't let this happen to anyone ever again.

I could talk to Dr. Kelner, see if he could prescribe something, but...

Do you think...

What if she knows?

I mean, she's connected to our subconsciousness.

What if she's listening to us right now?

No. No, 'cause we're not dreaming, right?

So, of course not.

Right?

- Uh, sorry. - Yeah.

Hello?

Hey, you asked me to call you if there was an EEG spike.

Well, there's a big one happening right now.

No. No!

Jillian!

No! Help me! Help me! No! No!

I saw it, and it was as vivid as my most vivid dreams.

But then seeing...

Again, seeing the blood under the bed, under Niles's bed...

Okay. Okay, so let me understand. Um...

- This monster lives in the dream world... - Uh-huh.

But then through Mary it appears under random people's beds?

Well, not random people.

No, like, other people that are also connected

in the subconscious dream space, like me.

You know? Like how I've always known my dreams meant something, but...

It's like you always say.

There's so much more going on in the universe than we could even understand.

Jill, I meant, like, astrology.

This is, like...

You know what? I need to think.

No, I'm done thinking.

I know what needs to happen,

and I'm the one who has to do it.

- Jilly. Hey, hey. - Oh.

Uh...

You're really scaring me.

What are you... What are you gonna do?

No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to freak you out.

I'm sorry.

I love you.

Mary?

Daddy?

Chickadee.

She's awake.

Nurse! Anybody! Mary's awake!

You were right.

You're awake. You need a room with a view.

Thank you, Daddy.

Mary?

Mary, no. Mary. Mary, stay with me.

Mary?

I just need to sleep for a little bit longer.

Mary. No.

Mary. Mary.

Mary! Mary!

No, no. No, no, no.

No!

No!

Mary.

Sorry.

I tried to help you, Jillian.

You were trapped in your marriage.

You didn't wanna have a kid with him, and I...

I set you free.

I showed you my world.

I trusted you.

But you... you were gonna take it all away.

Mary, you are really powerful,

but you don't have any control over it.

Oh, you dumb bitch.

I am not the victim of this power.

I am the master of it.

Mary, you don't have to do this.

Of course I don't.

I want to.

Jill?

Jill?

Open the door, Jill.

Please!

I'm so sorry.

No!

No...

She was there!

She was right there!

He took her.

He took her under the bed!

- No! You don't understand. - It's okay.

Jillian!

- I'm sorry. - It's okay.

- I'm sorry! - It's okay.

- It's okay. - He took her from me!

Chickadee.

Don't ever leave me again.

I never left you, Daddy.

I was always here.