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Do you get it, all right?

This place freaks me the f*** out!

I wanna get out of here!

Okay.

Okay, just calm down.

I'll tell them to push my schedule.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

Just lock yourself in the house and

everything will be fine, all right?

Fine.

Sh*t.

Oh, great.

Sh*t!

Sh*t!

Oh.

Good boy.

Good boy.

Yeah.

You're lucky you had the dog.

It was because of his persistent

barking last night

that I even bothered

to come over.

How's your head?

You must have a hell of a headache.

How did you get in here?

Well, that would be your keys.

- Give me those.

- Uh-uh.

- Give me my f***ing keys.

- Easy!

Oh, what are you gonna do

with that?

I swear to God, if you don't

give me my f***ing keys,

I'm gonna beat the sh*t

out of you!

Okay. All right.

Take your keys.

- Nobody's threatening you.

- Bullshit!

You... you knocked me out

and you dragged me here to...

- To do what?

- I don't know.

I saw you running around

last night.

You recognized me,

you tripped over a rock,

you cracked your own head.

And the stuff on the wall, you...

You put it there, didn't you?

What the hell are you talking

about?

Any idea what it means?

Come out here.

Take a look at this.

These are all the same.

3-0-2-12.

It's a date.

March 2nd, 2012.

What?

Who did this?

I thought you did.

Why would I do this?

I don't know.

I mean, you're the only one out here.

- I just assumed.

- I gotta go.

- What does it mean?

- I don't know.

- Yes, you do.

- I don't know.

Okay, wait, just...

Look, you don't have to talk

about it, all right?

Will you just...

Will you just stay until it gets light out?

I don't feel safe here.

Hi.

How you feeling?

What time is it?

3:
00 in the afternoon.

You slept quite a while.

What happened to your head?

Did you see the numbers?

What numbers?

In the bedroom on the window.

No, I didn't see any numbers.

I saw the trash bags.

I took them down.

Was it too bright in there for

you?

This is ridiculous.

Anna.

- It was all over the place.

- Listen.

There were no numbers

on the windows.

There were just

a couple of trash bags.

- I took them down, that's all.

- You don't believe me.

No, it's not that

I don't believe you.

I don't know, maybe you had

another nightmare.

It wasn't a nightmare, Paul!

It was a date.

March 2nd, 2012.

- It was all over!

- Look, stop! Anna, please.

This has gone too far now.

Does that date

mean anything to you?

No, it doesn't.

You know what?

Ask your housekeeper or groundskeeper,

whatever he was.

- He was here. He saw it.

- What, Jeremy?

Yeah, I think that's

what his name was.

What was he doing here?

That's what I've been trying

to tell you.

He helped me!

He...

Okay, pack up your things,

get ready to leave.

I'm gonna talk to Jeremy now.

Jeremy.

I saw your little trick

with the graffiti.

You can't hide from me, Jeremy!

You try another stunt like that,

I'll have immigration

send you back to Canada.

Little wanker.

Hey, Anna, are you in there?

Uh, yeah.

Are these bags ready to go now?

Yeah, you can pack 'em.

Oh, listen,

have you seen the key to the boiler room?

- The what?

- The key for the boiler room.

I need to turn the furnace off

before we go.

Wait.

- I haven't seen them.

- Really?

They're not in your jeans

or something?

Hold on a second.

I'll be right there.

All right.

Oh, listen, would you mind

hurrying up a little bit?

I don't wanna get snagged up

in rush hour traffic.

Actually...

- Ah, here they are.

- Why don't we stay?

Paul?

Oh, hey.

Morning.

So why did you sleep

on the couch last night?

Was I that bad in bed?

No, I, uh...

I just couldn't sleep.

Nightmares again?

No, thank God.

All right, I won't be long.

- Okay, I'm gonna go and get gas.

- Okay.

Excuse me.

- More coffee?

- No, thanks.

I'm sorry, this might seem

a bit random,

but do you know this woman?

She built a modern style

glass house out here,

about 10 miles north

of the old Gamma Ranch.

You may want to talk

to Joe over there.

He knows everyone in town.

Thanks.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry to bother you,

but, um,

my name's Anna and I'm looking

for someone from around here.

The bartender said

that you might be able to help.

I'm staying at the glass house.

It's 10 miles north.

You know it?

Yeah, I know that house.

What about it?

I'm looking for the architect,

Vera Palm.

Does that ring any bells?

Let's talk outside.

I know her housekeeper.

- Jeremy?

- Yes.

He comes in for guidance

now and then.

What sort of guidance?

For $39 a session,

you can find out.

I also offer a lot of original

healing stones and native artwork.

My shop is right over there.

I think this has been

a misunderstanding.

Are you sure?

Hey, Anna, you ready?

Look, I'm just trying to find

this woman.

Well, you can't.

She's missing.

Since when?

Last March.

Wait, what happened?

Number's on the card.

Oh, it's freezing in here.

Why don't you take a little nap?

Then when you wake up,

I can grill up some of these

juicy local steaks

I keep hearing about.

You know, I'm really glad

we decided to stay in the end.

Why did you lie to me?

What?

Don't, Paul.

Why did you lie to me?

And there was me thinking we might

have a nice, quiet evening together.

You know what happened

on March 2nd.

- Who have you been talking to now?

- Doesn't matter.

What matters is you didn't tell me

the truth and I wanna know why.

Okay, uh, the truth is

I didn't want to scare you.

It can be pretty intimidating out

here when you're by yourself.

I just didn't wanna fuel

your vivid imagination

with legends about disappearing

people in the desert.

Well, if it's just an urban legend,

then why not tell me?

Because that's what they are.

They're just...

Okay.

The designer of this house,

the architect of this house...

got lost in the desert.

She went for a hike

and never came back.

Apparently it happens all the time.

People get lost.

But she didn't come back.

And you're saying

you didn't know her.

Well, how would I?

I don't believe you.

Anna.

I'm getting worried

about you now, Anna.

It's... it's somewhere down here.

Well, I guess you cleaned it

out.

The photograph?

Yes, I did.

Because you didn't want me

to see her with you.

Of course I didn't want you

to see me with my ex.

I wouldn't want to see photographs of

you lying around with your ex either.

You're hiding something from me.

And don't just keep blaming it

on my vivid imagination.

Oh, really, Anna?

Because considering your history

of mental illness...

Nightmares are not

a mental illness, Paul!

Well...

judging by the amount

of medication you're tak...

I know what I've seen.

I made a terrible mistake.

What?

You're right about one thing.

I've been hiding

something from you.

I couldn't just watch you

pounding these things down

day after day.

They're placebos.

At least you've been having plenty

of vitamin C the last few days.

You switched out my pills?

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