Dread Page #3

Maybe I'm not being clear enough.

Maybe I need to be honest with you

and tell you what I want.

What is it that you want?

I want your soul to open up for me.

Spread-eagled like a split beaver

so that I can gaze into its secrets.

Last one. I got some beer and sh*t,

but we really gotta cram the night

if we wanna get everything done.

- How many did you get?

- Six-pack.

You can't really have one.

They're all six for me.

Come on, give me a beer.

I'll be downstairs.

I'm gonna get set up, all right?

I was confined to a house

for the better part of 20 years.

It was my mother's house.

I was professionally diagnosed

with agoraphobia.

So, you would never leave the house.

How did you do anything

like get food or toilet paper?

Well, I was completely dependent

on my mother,

and I had developed a severe hatred for her.

She was the cause

of everything horrible in my life,

but she was my only friend.

She died when I was 21. Heart attack.

I never told anyone.

I didn't call anyone. I never had. I couldn't.

About three weeks later,

the neighbors noticed the smell, I guess,

and they came over

and called an ambulance.

After that, they came

and checked on me quite frequently.

It's a good thing they did, too,

because the day I tried to commit suicide

they found me.

Would you mind talking about that?

I cut my throat with a razor.

I was dead for five minutes.

But that's why I'm here.

Three years ago,

I could not step out of my house.

And now the world is at my feet,

and it's because when I came back,

I came back completely fearless.

You're a f***ing liar.

- Quaid.

- Excuse me?

You don't come in here and lie to me

and tell me you're f***ing fearless!

- Quaid, stop!

- Hey, what are you doing?

- Quaid!

- Quaid, what the f***?

- Get off of me.

- It's f***ing makeup.

You a**hole.

I thought it'd be good for my reel.

This isn't reality television!

Get the f*** out of here!

- F*** you!

- F*** you!

F*** you!

Have you completely lost

your f***ing mind?

You can't just attack someone like that.

- I was right, wasn't I?

- Who cares?

What's it to us?

I don't feel like getting arrested for assault.

"Who cares?"

"Who cares?"

- This is just a school project, right?

- Yeah, exactly.

- Quaid, what the f***?

- Quaid!

This was never about a school assignment!

I could give a f*** about your thesis!

Quaid. Quaid, please stop.

No. No!

No! No! No!

- Cheryl.

- Just leave me alone.

Cheryl, I...

Did you ever f*** her or what, huh?

What does she sound like

when she comes?

- That's enough.

- She's a quiet one, I bet.

Lets it build up in her c*nt.

What you just did...

See, you don't even give a sh*t!

It's a good thing

I didn't try to take your watch.

Hey, Cheryl. This is Stephen.

Look, I'll pay for the damaged equipment.

Just call me back.

Good job, Grace. F***ing B+.

Kessler kicked my ass.

- What do you... What do you mean?

- The grades are out, for the thesis.

Hey, I'm sorry.

I f***ed up. I'm f***ed up, I know.

Why did you turn in the film?

I couldn't let you fail.

I had backups on an external. It was...

It was missing the last interview, of course.

I'll give you the money for the equipment.

- I'll pay for everything.

- Yeah.

- That's right. You will.

- I will.

Now get in and let me apologize

for being such an a**hole.

Stephen, I want us to...

I want us to finish our fear study.

What are you talking about? It's finished.

You... You turned it in.

No, it's not about what we've already done.

It's about what we still need to do.

Yeah, I can do this alone,

but I don't want to.

Quaid, the assignment's done. I'm done.

All right, if you want to continue it,

then continue it.

The study was your idea anyway.

So, where we going?

To the limits.

Wow. This is some great apology.

Pull the car over.

- Drink it.

- No, I'm not drinking it. Pull the car over.

- Okay, what is this, some sick game?

- It's not a game, Stephen, okay?

It's life, you know.

It's you facing your fears and f***ing living.

Haven't you ever wondered

what it was like for your brother

those final few moments

before he crashed his car?

- Before he completely lost control?

- No, Quaid, I don't.

I avoid having to think about those

moments like any rational person would.

What are you trying to do?

You gonna drive us into a brick wall?

- Is that gonna teach me some life lesson?

- Hey, you never know, Stephen.

There could be a solution

in those final moments, you know.

A resolution. A way out.

- A way out of what?

- Of your dread.

Come on, let it take you, Stephen.

- You can't always have control.

- Yes, I can!

- No, you can't!

- Pull the car over!

Hey, Stephen, man. Come on.

Hey, look, I'm sorry, okay? I'm... I'm drunk.

Please, come on.

Just get in and drive me home.

F*** off.

I need help. Stephen, I need...

I need help.

Sh*t.

What are you doing here?

I came to try and salvage

some of the hard drive.

Down here?

I was looking for a light bulb and...

If it looks like madness, it must be, right?

Is that what you're thinking?

I don't know what I'm thinking.

- I'm gonna go.

- Ask me what I want.

No.

Go ahead. Ask me.

What do you want?

I want us to take our study to the next level.

Can you go and sign me in...

Hey, this is Cheryl. Leave me a message.

Hey, Cheryl. It's Stephen.

I haven't seen you in, like, a week and...

Look, I promise

I'm not gonna complicate your life.

I just wanna talk. Okay?

Just call me back. Bye.

- Hey.

- Hey.

I'm going home for break tomorrow,

and we didn't say goodbye.

And I didn't want to leave things

how we left them.

What's this?

...that's kind of hard to swallow whenever...

- What's going on?

- Hey.

This weird video started playing

on the campus channel.

...a light blue dress,

and I was there no more than 10 minutes...

This is on every TV

across campus right now.

I'll always be that 5-year-old girl.

You know, I can vividly remember

my first day at kindergarten.

...covering my body.

I had something to be ashamed of.

...every day of my life...

What was wrong with my face.

What was wrong with my face.

What was wrong with my face.

- Abby.

- Hey, watch it!

Abby?

Abby!

You made it.

- Thanks for coming.

- That's all right.

When I... When I was reviewing your tape,

I realized there were a few more questions

we should have asked you.

Your interview was so compelling

I didn't wanna leave any stone unturned.

- Stephen and Cheryl not here?

- No, they couldn't make it tonight.

- Can I get you a drink?

- Yeah.

- Jack and Coke?

- Sure.

- You want ice, right?

- Yeah.

You have a really cool collection. I mean,

you have Nausea by Jean-Paul Sartre.

I've read No Exit,

but I always heard this was better.

Good. You're awake.

I was getting tired of waiting.

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

What? No.

I think you can still hear me.

Please. Okay, you've proved your point.

I'm scared.

I'm scared. Please.

Let me go.

Take this f***ing thing off my head, please.

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