In Dreams Page #2

May I take her home

to my castle so...

Will we never see her again?

You may come and live

in my castle as well.

Mirror, mirror,

on the wall,

who's the fairest one of all?.

You are the fairest in this hall,

but Snow White is the fairest...

of them all.

No, no, no!

Snow White's

the fairest of them all!

Hello. There you are.

You were so good. You were so good.

OK, hang on a second.

I'll see you in a couple of days, OK?

Bye-bye.

Bye. All right, already. I gotta go.

Claire, I was stupid, all right?

I admit that.

Nothing more. I promise.

- OK. Promise?

- It was my fault.

- Bye. Bye.

- See you.

- I love you.

- I gotta go. All right.

I love you.

Rebecca?

Sweetie? Sorry,

I thought you were my little girl.

Honey?

Rebecca?

Rebecca? Rebecca?

Rebecca?

Rebecca!

Rebecca? Rebecca?

Rebecca!

Rebecca!

Rebecca!

Where are we going?

To my house.

Rebecca!

- Guys, fan out to the right!

- Rebecca!

- Where are you?

- We'll find her.

Rebecca!

Why didn't I know?

Why didn't I see it? Rebecca!

Rebecca! Rebecca!

I said, fan out to the right!

We're gonna cover

every inch of ground tonight!

Rebecca! Rebecca!

Rebecca!

Why didn't you tell me? It wasn't

the past, it was the future!

Take it easy, ma'am.

She's gone! You know that!

- We don't know that.

- Well, I know it!

Lord!

Lord, let me help her!

Let me help her!

How long have you had these visions?

All my life.

All your life?

Jeez.

Look, you know, I...

I owe you an apology. I'm sorry.

- Your husband came to talk to me.

- Don't apologise, Detective.

No. I was more wrong than you were.

You see, I need an interpreter.

- For what?

- For whatever it is I dream.

Hmm.

- 'Detective Kay?'

- Yeah, this is Kay.

'The divers have...'

Mrs...Mrs Cooper...?

- 'Are you there?'

- Somebody stay with Mrs Cooper!

Yeah?

'We found a body.'

Don't touch any evidence!

Everybody, settle down.

Where's Mrs Cooper? Jeez...

- Claire.

- Paul.

- What?

- I can't. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I...I...

Oh, God.

Oh, no! Oh, please, God!

- Mr Cooper, stay calm.

- Is it my daughter?

- Is it?

- Stay with Mr Cooper.

Claire!

Claire! Please pull over! Please!

You'll get us both killed!

Claire! Please!

Mommy?

I'm not afraid any longer, Mommy.

My daddy was a dollar.

My daddy was a dollar.

My daddy was a dollar.

Not worth a hundred cents.

My daddy was a dollar.

I wrote it on a fence.

My daddy was a dollar.

Not worth a hundred cents.

Can you look at me?

Can you squeeze my finger?

Wiggle your toes, please.

Do you remember

ever seeing me before?

No.

Well, I'm Dr Stevens.

I'm the neurosurgeon.

You've been trying to wake up

for about a day now.

You had quite a little bump

on your head.

You had a lot of water in your lungs,

but we're doing fine, Mr Cooper.

How long have I been here? How long?

Well, about six weeks.

Why did you bring me back?

Hmm. Don't think

it was easy, Claire.

Mommy! Mommy, help!

Help! Help!

Claire? Claire?

Shh, shh, shh.

You're in the hospital.

You're in a hospital.

- Oh.

- All right?

I'm Dr Stevens. Remember me?

Remember meeting me?

Yeah. Oof.

You had a nightmare, hmm?

How did you know?

Well, your heart rate

was bouncin' around.

Can you read dreams?

No. I skipped that class in college.

Must've been a wild one, hmm?

Yeah. There's a little boy in a room

filling up with water.

He's tied to the bed.

- Water, huh?

- Water.

I do have a friend who majored in...

what'd you call it, reading dreams?

- Wanna talk to him?

- Well, what is he?

A psychiatrist.

But don't hold that against him.

- Well, can he stop them?

- He might.

I'll get a nurse to prescribe

something for you. All right?

- OK.

- OK.

# Anyone else but me

# Anyone else but me

# Don't sit under the apple tree

# With anyone else but me

# Anyone else but me #

Why are you singing that?

Because you were singing that...

In your sleep.

How long have they been here?

They just got here.

This is Dr Silverman.

The psychiatrist.

Can you stop the dreams?

Well, we can start

by talking about them.

Has he killed another child?

You're here to get well,

not drive yourself crazy.

How many has he killed, Paul?.

- How many?

- There's a girl missing upstate...

but they're not sure

it's the same guy.

It is, and it's the same place.

- Someone was singing.

- You were singing.

No. Someone was singing through me.

That doesn't make sense.

Tell me about your dreams, Claire.

One's a little boy

in a drowning room, and uh...

And some of the others

are in this big room.

It's like a...orchard.

It's filled with apples.

I know there'll be more.

Could you leave us

together for a while?

- Will you make them go away?

- I'd like to try.

Mr Cooper, how is your marriage?

My marriage? It's fine.

I mean, as well as can be expected.

But you've asked to take her home.

Yes. She's my wife.

I'd like to care for her at home.

I want to know

that your home environment is stable.

It is. Our marriage is fine.

In that case, I agree.

Home might be the best place for her.

I'd like to be the judge of that.

We've got to realise that she's in

a state of suspended bereavement.

She's never had a chance to mourn.

Mary's come for the week.

Mary?

Yeah. Mary.

The housekeeper?

Your past life, Claire.

How are we gonna deal with it, Paul?.

Well, just day by day.

I feel like it all happened

to someone else.

I wish to God it had.

Like I'm some ghost,

looking down on myself.

What about her room?

I haven't been in there.

I'm gonna get the bags.

Claire?

Just go to sleep.

I know you've been dreaming

about me, Claire.

And I've been dreaming of you.

Oh! Ohh!

Jesus! F***ing...

It wasn't me, Paul.

It was a nightmare.

Don't give me "nightmare!"

You were wide awake and kissing me!

Aren't you taking medicine for them?

- It doesn't work.

- Look...

I will do just about anything

to get us through this, honey,

but you better tell me

what is going on in your head.

Paul, please, I can't talk about it.

You just bit through my f***ing lip,

and you can't talk about it?

- You're gonna talk to someone else!

- No! No.

Then you talk to me. Tell me!

He killed Rebecca. And he knows.

- He knows what?

- He knows I'm dreaming about him!

Oh, Claire.

- That is really crazy.

- I know.

He's in my head. Who are you calling?

Your doctors!

- They can't help me.

- Somebody has to. I can't!

I've used up all my leave.

- I gotta go to work.

- I've got to deal with it.

- I've got the medication and Mary.

- Mary's not a doctor.

I swear, if I can't cope

I'll go back myself.

Claire, Claire, Claire, Claire.

Huh.

"Adapted and illustrated

by Claire Cooper."

Claire, Claire, Claire.

Once upon a time

there was a little Claire.

And a very little Claire she was.

- I'll call you from Seattle. OK?

- OK.

- You OK?

- Fine. I might even try some work.

You have my numbers.

Call the hospital if anything, right?

- OK. OK.

- OK.

Don't worry.

Sh*t.

Oh!

- You OK?

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