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["IS THAT ALL THERE IS?"

We should not be doing this.

I want to go to Dairy Queen.

Maisie, I know what I'm doing.

Pull over. It's right up here.

We're just going to sit here and say nothing?

Marshall.

Maisie is sitting out there, Lois.

She gets paid to sit there and judge.

Look,

it's been a long, long run between us, Marshall.

A long run.

I realized a long time ago what was happening between you two.

I wasn't heartbroken.

I mean, I'd lost the capacity for that.

Which made me understand why you went in search

of something else, Marshall.

We don't have to do this, Lois.

I didn't blame you.

I mean, I didn't hide how far I felt from you.

Why wouldn't you want to be with someone who actually liked you,

which I could no longer do

after you couldn't hide how disappointed

and disgusted you were

with our daughter's weight gain in college?

It wasn't disappointment or disgust.

That was you. I was helpless.

Hundred pounds in one year?

It's biblical. It-it was a curse.

Exactly. And that's when you love people more.

And your reaction to that made me think

I could no longer love you.

So, sleeping with her husband was your way of showing love?

Do... do... do you hear yourself, Lois?

Look...

There are very few things people are not capable of.

You taught philosophy.

And for the record, I will never not be sorry about that.

I like you, Redd.

I always have.

She was your nurse in my dream.

But, Marshall, I heard you

when you whispered in my ear in the hospital

and wished me dead.

Just fucking die.

And not in a merciful way, so...

I was pushed to that.

Well, we all know how love can turn to hate, don't we?

I don't want to live like that,

in a constant state of catastrophe

and-and-and endless rage.

So, with regards to you and I and the future...

... I want us to just be at peace.

Okay?

Here are divorce papers.

You can have whatever you want.

The Danish China, the silverware, all of it.

Anything. Take it.

And whatever peace you can muster up.

And I will do the same, just...

... elsewhere.

Where?

Well, when I was a kid...

... I went to Florida with my folks.

A little town called Tarpon Springs.

Mm. We fished,

ate seafood, stayed in a motel.

It beckons.

Does it?

Now, I'm-I'm just supposed to be grateful now?

That-that's what's expected of me?

I will always remember that I loved you once, Marshall.

Then we had a complicated daughter,

and I got hard.

Big deal.

Th-That's the sum of your collected wisdom

about who you are?

Let's set the record straight.

"Hard" implies

that you are still a recognizable human,

but you are impossible to categorize.

A chimera, a fucking beast made of fury.

And good luck letting that go,

because it's engrained in you, Lois.

- It is you, Lois. - M-Marshall.

Let's not do this. She's trying to...

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I did want you to die. You bet.

It would've been a fucking mercy to both of us.

The cunt...

... and the asshole keel over.

Both of us need to be dead.

The world would be prettier.

That's our show, folks.

I have to tell you, Ms. Lois,

I think the Virgin Mary would forgive me,

but this cone is heaven.

It's-it's Heaven. We should come to Dairy Queen every day.

- Should we do that? - Mm.

Time to go see the kid.

Don't know why you won't let sleeping dogs lie.

If you don't, you'll get up with fleas.

That's actually two sayings conflated into one.

Hmm.

I don't know why you were just a cop.

With that fancy education, you could have been a dentist.

What?

It's good to see you.

So... so, what is this?

Are you here to beg for more forgiveness,

- to apologize more? I mean... - Nah.

I know I was a bad mother.

An unforgivable one, eventually.

"Eventually"?

But you... Little girl, you sucked.

And I was there for you through all of it.

The two nervous breakdowns,

the-the-the time you joined a goddamn cult.

Okay, I did not join a cult.

- That was a group of like-minded... - A cult.

All the bad boyfriends.

I was there for all of it, Merritt,

and I tried and I tried.

So, what, all of this justifies

you sleeping with the man that I married?

Of course not, Merritt.

But you were a bitch for two decades.

And I had had enough.

So...

What, did you want to make it impossible

for me to ever touch him again?

You marked him like a dog.

He got me, Merritt. My ways.

Ugh.

He and I had more in common

than the two of you, if we gonna be real about it.

Oh, my God, did you love him?

Did you?

Or was he just a provocation?

Can a crazy person actually love?

'Cause you were crazy.

And so was I.

Merritt.

The things we do to each other, us humans.

If you knew how bad it could get,

maybe you would've been less of a shit all those years.

That's why you stole him from me? To show me?

Look,

I am leaving, okay?

I'm moving away to somewhere warm.

Bye.

One last thing.

That slap of yours the last time I saw you,

that really hurt.

Good.

Now...

... if you ever desire to have a real relationship with me,

come find me.

'Cause after all I've been through, baby girl,

that is the only kind I want.

... a breaking news update on the devastation

left in the wake...

... of the hurricane which just made landfall overnight...

Duval here.

Can you repeat that, please?

Text me the address.

Major highways are impassable

due to debris, and it could take days

or even weeks to restore electricity.

Does some of it make sense to you now?

Your dreams and hallucinations are like jigsaw puzzles,

impressionistic but made up of reflections

from your own experiences.

But not all of it.

In my experience,

we are watching the world burning.

Living through the end of the world.

The fire came up out of nowhere.

Nothing comes up out of nowhere, Lois, dear.

Well, is there any way around it, Daddy?

My father taught me how to camp,

and I forgot most of it, but...

But I think

that he was the gas station attendant

that gave us the fire tents.

Got to be prepared for the worst.

A moral force.

Teaching lessons.

I miss him.

You know...

He's the reason I am who I am today.

He was also a sheriff in the High Desert, so...

So you think you summoned him to save you with the fire tent?

I want to get back to the dreams of murder.

Actually, I would like to call in a colleague of mine.

He has a PhD.

He is brilliant in the nascent study

of dreams and coma landscapes.

We are just at the beginning of understanding what the brain,

what neurons in trauma can do, catalogue.

He's been working with me on your exceptional case.

He is, in a word, if I may say...

... brilliant.

May I call him in?

May I smoke?

Of course. If you need that.

I do.

Go ahead, bring him in. What's his name?

Dr. Milton Smythe, PhD.

Hello, Lois.

It's nice to finally meet you.

Your mind is extraordinary to me.

The murders from your dreams

that bear no resemblance to any case you ever had,

what is that, do you think?

The milk plant.

Women tied to... to milking machines.

That was...

in my mind, in my-my-my subconscious.

Women losing agency,

control over their own bodies.

Being forced to reproduce.

I never had a case like that, but...

It was distressing to me

the way this world has...

Turned on women.

You know that's how I got the COVID that put me in a coma.

Maisie and I went to a women's rights

rally at city hall.

Based on my research, an issue you would die for.

And almost did.

And then there was a drug den.

Yes.

You never had such a case,

but you described every detail.

An unrecognizable codex of words,

a language on the walls.

And the Burnside family.

I don't want to talk about it

'cause that I do not want to conjure up.

We have to, Lois.

You've dealt with so many horrors in your career.

This is the culmination of all of them.

We have to discover what it means.

What it felt like when you drove up.

What you saw.

What was revealed.

I got a call around dawn.

I was at home.

You described pulling up

and seeing your horrified police colleagues.

Stay with it.

Describe it.

You described viscera, blood, intestines

and body parts on the walls of the living room.

Some sick art project?

And you walked into the kitchen.

From what place does this get conjured up?

I don't know.

I don't know how this is...

I don't... This is in me, but-but from where?

I want you to be free from the grip of your trauma,

and while some nightmares are better left alone,

some we have to confront.

The ones we don't forget,

what I call "failed dreams"

because we should not remember them.

You saw the future, I think.

You envisioned it.

Dr. Smythe, if I may...

I have an observation.

Of course. Sharing is caring.

I went to a lecture

on empathy in New York a bit ago.

Well, I think this proves that there is less empathy

now than there was previously.

At least in student populations.

So, what are we to make of this?

Is empathy seeping out of human nature?

Why are we hardening?

Is the ubiquitous media humming in the background

numbing us to the signs and clues

of life in the people all around us?

Maybe... it's the isolation of our moment.

Less human interaction,

more technology supplanting communion.

But regardless of what it is,

brain imaging is showing our mirror neurons

changing markedly.

And this can only mean

that the human species

is also changing.

He called it a "de-evolution" of the species,

and I think you're prefiguring this, Lois.

Like Moses.

A prophet, as it were.

That is an interesting choice of words for a psychiatrist.

A prophet?

Maybe.

Let's leave it. Let's let it be.

So, what's next for you

now that you're healthy and retired?

"Healthy"? Mm.

I really want to...

Get back to myself, you know?

I've built... built up such a wall, and...

I don't let anyone in.

And I hate it.

I want to get back to loving life

and loving people.

Maybe the best way for me to do that

is to move out of town.

Stay in touch, Lois, please.

- Will do. - Lois,

if I may make an observation.

Yes.

Your soul touches me.

And your soul touches me.

Thank you.

Maisie?

Oh, boy.

I'm gonna go to the shop.

For some of those nice shortbread cookies

from Scotland you like.

Goody, goody, gumdrops.

Redd.

I can't tell what season it is from what grows anymore.

Can you?

I mean, it's fall.

In the desert.

What is going on in the world?

In this town?

You know the old Groucho joke

about not wanting to belong to any club that would have you?

Yeah.

That's me.

I don't want Marshall, Lois.

Not like this.

I mean, it's not... it's not fair.

Goddamn it.

I mean, it was fine when he was yours, you know?

I-I got him part-time.

I could be my own person, go on long goddamn drives,

take off if I wanted to,

not get out of bed if I didn't want to,

not have dinner if I didn't want to,

not cook.

And a couple of times a week, you know,

some little ritual with him, company.

Company and martinis and a fuck and an old movie.

And then the rest of the time,

I could... I could look up for pottery online

or old Chanel Number 5 bottles

for the whole day, if I wanted.

The whole day.

But now he's just there.

Yeah.

That's what happens with men his age, Redd.

They are always fucking there.

Molting.

I thought you loved him.

He's just become banal.

Well...

you can't bring him back here, kid.

We have a policy...

No refunds, no returns.

I know. I know.

"Not your circus, not your monkeys."

Ding, ding, ding.

But when I heard you say

that you were going someplace...

Tarpon Springs.

Yeah.

Why did you come see me, Redd?

I mean, out of all the people.

Don't you have any real friends?

Does anyone?

Anyway, I looked up Tarpon Springs.

Little Victorian bungalows.

That's what I want.

Walk on the beach.

Warm Gulf waters.

Alone with my thoughts, you know?

My silence.

Nobody else's noise going around in my head,

least of all Marshall's.

Why do women think they need men

when all they need is Tarpon Springs?

You want my advice?

Break up with him.

Rip the Band-Aid.

Don't look back.

Go find your silence.

Get you a goddamn dog, a cat.

Something to keep from talking to the walls.

Hell, a parakeet.

Yeah.

Send me a postcard from somewhere.

Why does "away" sound so good?

Hello?

I need you.

Megan?

Lois, I need you to come down here.

What do you want?

I know you fucking hate me right now,

but it's a family.

And I've been here all day, and the media's found out.

And I need you to just come down here, okay?

Text me the address.

It's the worst thing I've ever seen.

Stop calling me.

I have no choice.

You-you-you do.

I'm done.

Do you understand?

This is your case.

You solve it.

What the fuck do you think my life is?

Some episode of Murder, She Wrote

where you can just call me and I'll figure it all out?

Those days are done.

The tests came back on what was in that kitchen.

Lois.

Could you come to my motel, please?

Sulfur?

I don't want to talk about it on the phone. Just come.

Someone read my medical reports.

- Huh? - My dream reports.

Someone is painstakingly trying to re-create them.

A copycat... a copycat is using my dreams.

What? I don't understand.

They-they used your coma dreams

to slaughter an entire family in the most horrific way?

- Yes. - Why?

I saw it.

This is the case I was seeing.

Did I bring this thing into being?

My... my dreams were...

On the other side.

They were... they were beyond.

I mean...

Did I bring this monster back with me?

What are you saying? I don't even...

I don't understand.

I need to wake up.

I need you to cut me.

Cut you?

Lois, what the fuck?

If you cut me and I bleed,

I'm here, you're here.

I'm not dead.

I need...

I need to see my blood. I need to feel it.

Just a small cut.

Justin.

- What are you doing... - Think I can't track you down?

Fucking bitch.

You leave me a fucking note?

Mm-mm.

Bitch!

No!

No. No.

Dumb bitch.

You want to kick me out of my own home?

Give me an ultimatum?

Here's your fucking note! Eat it!

Get the fuck off her, asshole.

Okay.

This why I'm out?

You finally turned gay?

Hey, I get it. I get it.

Stop. You will stop.

- Ah-ah. - Megan.

No, baby. No, no, no.

You're the crazy bitch, aren't you?

She talks about you.

- Lois. - Did you put her up to it?

Leaving?

Hmm? Did you empathize with her

because your life is so totally, deeply fucked?

Oh, we know all about you, babe.

Megan, what is this?

You, turn around, put your hands on the wall,

assume the position, asshole.

Just do what she says.

Don't shoot him. He's sick.

He's not well. He's sick.

It's a dream. It's not real.

No, no, no, it's all real, baby.

- It's a dream. It's not real. - No, this is all real.

Yeah, you've been awake. You're awake.

You've been awake this whole time.

This whole time, girl, it's been you awake.

It's a dream.

It's not real, Lois.

Empathy.

See, it's leaching out.

Studies show we're hardening, numbing.

Lois, don't hurt him.

Don't fucking move.

You know you can't kill me, don't you?

Want to bet?

You want to bet?

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