Desolation Page #3

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Has anyone in your family

been diagnosed

with any mental illness?

Have you been diagnosed

with mental illness?

Nightmares,

hallucinations,

loss of appetite,

voices, paranoia.

Listen...

have you even left the house

since Jay left?

[line rings]

-Hello?

-Debbie.

Hey. What's up?

Hold on, hold on.

Go ahead.

How's it going?

It's good, it's good.

Seen any celebrities?

Yeah, a few, I think.

Jay is doing a film right now.

It's a really busy time

for him.

Yeah? What about you?

Me? I'm fine, really.

Just, like--why?

[phone beeps]

What's wrong?

Nothing. I've been trying

to get in touch with you.

And the operator says that

your phone's out of service.

I mean, I'm just glad

to hear your voice.

Are you sure that's it?

Yeah, look, why don't you

just take down this number?

818-775-8339.

And his address

is 670 South Vine Street,

Los Angeles, 90004,

you got that?

Yes, I got it.

Look, I'm fine, okay?

I told you.

I'm just thinking

about coming home.

What's going on?

Nothing, just..

just new meds,

just being silly.

You'll call me

in the morning, right?

-Of course, girl.

-I love you.

Hey, I'm sorry to do this,

but it's fate, right?

-Excuse me?

-It took me a second

to realize it was you.

But it's you.

You are way hotter in person.

I'm sorry, I think you have me

confused with someone else.

I guess it's all taped

ahead of time.

-You're just an actor.

-I don't know

what you're talking about.

You must shoot in Oregon.

Right? 'Cause it's legal there?

-What's legal?

-The odds. Who sets those?

Like Vegas?

Can I at least get a picture?

Excuse me.

-[camera clicks]

-Thanks.

Can I help you find something?

-You don't have it.

-Sure, we do.

I'm looking. You don't.

So what is it?

What's it look like?

I have this old cell

that has two hooks on the edge.

And you click in it.

One second.

-Like this?

-Yeah, that's it.

-Take it.

-I don't understand.

We got a bunch in the back

in storage.

-Go ahead, you can have it.

-Really?

-Yes.

-Thank you.

[door closes]

Do you live here?

[man] Do you live here?

Huh?

Do you live here?

Hey, do you live here?

Huh? Do you? Huh?

Hey, do you live here? Huh?

[static buzzes]

[door opens, closes]

[footsteps]

Jay?

Is that you?

Jay? Is that you?

Hello?

Jay? Is that you?

Sh*t.

[gasps]

[muffled thump]

Get her! Get her!

Where you going? Get her.

Come on!

The f*** you think

you're going?

Shut the f*** up.

Shut the f*** up.

Shh...

-Got her keys?

-Yeah, man, I got her keys.

[man] Got her phone?

I want that phone.

[man] I got her phone.

[door slams]

[telephone dials]

[woman] 911,

what's your emergency?

-I need the police.

-[pounding on door]

[man] Police, open up!

And they were all three

wearing masks?

Yeah? And they just--

they just let you go?

And they only took your purse.

I know how ridiculous

it sounds.

I think we should take you

to the hospital.

No, really, I'm okay.

Can you remember anything else?

Anything at all?

[sighs] It's strange.

Pretty little thing like you.

You're lucky

they didn't rape you.

Excuse me?

I mean, you're lucky.

These things usually wind up

much, much worse.

It's fine. I'm just happy

you guys got here so quickly.

Yeah.

Fat woman called it in.

Can I help you with something?

You--you taking

any prescription medications?

I'm not imagining this.

-Don't get hysterical.

-Whoa.

-Would you care

to explain this?

-What?

Are you telling me

you don't see that?

What am I supposed

to be seeing?

Ow! What are you doing--ow!

Shut your f***ing mouth,

you dirty little whore.

There it is.

-[sobbing]

-You make me sick.

Why don't you do us

all a favor...

Beggin' for it!

and slit

your f***ing wrists already?

[sobbing]

[crying]

[screams]

[static buzzing]

[line rings]

-This is Jay, just do it.

-Sh*t.

[line rings]

This is Jay.

You know the deal.

Jay, I need to speak to you.

Call me.

This isn't happening.

This isn't happening.

This isn't happening.

It's going to be okay.

It's going to be okay.

It's going to be okay.

-[line rings]

-It's going to be okay.

-[Jay] Hey!

-Jay.

-What's up?

-I need to speak you.

Ha! just kidding.

You got my voicemail.

-Obviously,

I'm busy right now--

-Jesus Christ!

I'll speak you later.

Thanks, bye.

This is all in your head.

This is all in your head.

This isn't happening.

This is all in your head.

This isn't happening.

This isn't happening.

This is all in your head.

This is all in your head.

This isn't happening.

This isn't happening.

[jackhammer rattling outside]

[beep]

[Debbie] First thing,

just like I promised.

Call me back.

I'm worried about you.

-[beep]

-Katie, you told me to call.

-Is everything all right?

-[beep]

-Pick up the phone.

-[beep]

-[line rings]

-[woman] Hello?

Debbie.

Sorry,

you got the wrong number.

Is this 607-733-2232?

Yeah, you got it.

But there ain't no Debbie.

-Who is this?

-[click, dial tone]

[dialing]

[line rings]

-What?!

-Is this 765 Spalding Street?

For 20 years.

Listen, lady,

the hoarder show is on.

-I gotta go.

-[dial tone]

Sh*t.

[man laughing]

[overlapping voices

chattering]

[voices and laughter fade]

[telephone rings]

-Hello?

-[Jay]Hey. What's up?

They broke into the apartment.

They took my purse, the keys.

-Calm down.

-There's cameras everywhere.

They're watching me.

They're listening.

What? Who?

They won't even let me leave.

They know everything.

Do you know

how crazy you sound?

You are acting so weird.

You sound crazy.

So crazy.

Are you on drugs?

Are you nuts?

That's it.

What's it?

Katie, you're scaring

the sh*t out of me.

My psychiatrist's office.

The virus.

Psychiatrist's office?

The virus? Are you sick?

They took my meds.

[crying] Why did you leave me?

I walked off set for you.

I'm probably going to

get fired.

They knew about the rape.

They knew about Grace.

Rape?

Who the hell is Grace?

It was before I met you.

Oh, my God,

it was before I met you.

Are you saying I'm part

of this conspiracy?

I'm leaving now.

I wouldn't do that.

Katie? Katie!

Stay the f*** away from me.

[electrical switches clanking]

F*** it.

[elevator dings]

[elevator whirs]

[clank]

[elevator whirs]

[sobbing]

-Please, God, please!

-[elevator dings]

[echoing]

Why did you kill me?

I'm sorry, baby.

[crying] It wasn't my fault.

Father?

It's Katie.

Father?

There, there, child.

It's all right.

Jay called me.

I just want to help.

-[crying]

-Give me the razor.

It's all right.

It's all right.

I only want to help you.

It's all right, dear,

no one is going to hurt you.

I just need

to get out of here.

Of course, you can leave

whenever you like.

Why are they doing this to me?

Katie, no one is watching you.

No one is listening to you.

But--[sobs]

It's in your mind.

I imagine the Lord

is speaking to you.

Why?

He wants to release you

from your sins.

What?

Abortion

is man's greatest sin.

I was raped.

Your little girl haunts you

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