In Dreams Page #3

- Is that the mantra for the day?

I need a cigarette.

I'm going to the store.

Paul said you're not

to leave the house. I'll go.

OK. Thanks.

# Don't sit under the apple tree

# With anyone else but me

# Anyone else but me, anyone... #

Dobie!

Dobie!

Dobie? Dobie!

Dobie!

Dobie!

Dobie!

Claire!

Remember me?

We met at the reservoir when you...

- My dog, Dobie. Have you seen...?

- Hm?

- Have you...?

- No, I've seen nothing, ma'am.

Look, your husband, uh...

asked us to, uh,

check things out,

keep an eye on things, you know?

- Thank you.

- Dogs like to ramble.

- Yeah. I shouldn't worry.

- I didn't say that.

- You OK, Claire?

- I'm fine. Thank you, Detective.

If you see Dobie...the dog.

- Dobie's our dog.

- Look, just so you know...

we checked every orchard

within a radius of 300 miles.

- You found nothing?

- No.

That's the thing, my dreams

are no good till after it happens.

- Makes me seem crazy, doesn't it?

- Oh, no.

After what you've been through,

you'd be forgiven a little psychosis.

Kay. Jack Kay.

Call me if you need anything.

Anything at all,

just give me a call, OK?

- Thanks.

- Want me to walk you home?

I'm OK, thank you.

Sh*t!

Damn it. Mary!

You think you can scare me,

you sick f***?

'You sick f***...

'My daddy is a dollar,

I wrote it on a fence.

'My daddy is a dollar, not worth...'

- Get out of my brain.

- 'Get out of my brain.'

Leave me alone!

Paul?. He's in the computer now.

Claire?

Claire?

Claire?

Claire?

Claire?

Oh, Paul... Help me.

I wrote...

it...

on...

a...

Did you

write this, Claire?

Uh, yeah. I wrote that.

But somebody else

made me do it.

And who cut your wrists?

I did.

But did that someone else

make you do it?

No. That was all my own work.

- Why, Claire?

- I wanted it to stop.

- What did you want to stop?

- The laughter. The...

- The thing.

- The dreams?

Can you dream in the daytime

when you're wide awake?

I'm sorry. I'm not that strong.

I couldn't take it any more.

- What does this verse mean?

- I don't know.

- Is it from your childhood?

- No, it's not from my childhood.

- It's from someone else's childhood.

- Whose?

It's, uh...

It's written on the walls

of a boy's room, and, uh,

the boy is chained to the bed,

and the room's filling up with water.

- So it's from a dream?

- Yeah.

And is it connected to

your dream of apples?

Yes. It's the same boy.

But in the orchard dream

it was a man.

- Can't you make sense of it?

- Would you like me to?

Oh, I would love you to!

I- I-I can't make sense of it.

But, um...

I have a feeling that...

they're all coming

from the same place.

From you?

- No, no! From him.

- And who is he?

I don't know.

But I think he deserves a name.

We'll call him Red.

It's appropriate.

OK, Claire.

Let's leave it there for the moment.

OK.

We're gonna take you to get an ECG

and check your blood pressure.

- Are you gonna keep me here?

- We'll supplement your medication.

Mr Cooper, please come in.

Oh.

Take a seat.

Where are you, boy?

Here, boy!

Dobie!

- Dobie!

- What?

He's been missing all day.

Oh, great.

How is she?

They want me

to sign her into Stapleton.

I'm sorry.

I feel like it's all my fault.

It's not your fault, Mary.

Dobie!

Dobie!

Come on. Come on.

Good boy. Good boy.

Good boy.

Dobie?

Dobie, what is it, boy?

Dobie? What, boy?

Dobie!

Dobie? Dobie?

Dobie? Dobie?

Dobie! Dobie!

Dobie!

Dobie!

So what's it gonna be, Paul?.

Stapleton?

She just woke up.

Stand away from the door, please.

I don't know who you are

or where I am,

but I'm being held against my will,

and I want to use the telephone.

I'd like you to sit on the bed.

I've found my husband's dead body,

and I want the phone!

After you've seen Dr Silverman.

- What is this place?

- Stapleton Hospital.

This is Rosco, and I'm Nurse Floyd.

Well, f*** both of you.

I want Silverman in here now!

- And I want a phone!

- You're not listening.

I just explained about the phone.

Why don't you understand?

I was just in the Carlton Hotel,

and in room 401 is the body

of my murdered husband.

Want me to put her on the bed?

- I'm just gonna put you...

- No! I'll kill you!

- Can I call someone for you?

- Call the f***ing police.

My husband's being eaten by a dog

in a hotel room in Hammond.

Why are you laughing, Claire?

Cos...

the bastard's in my head.

He's f***ed up my brain.

And now he's murdered my husband.

Oh.

Oh, God!

- It's happening again!

- What's happening, Claire?

What? What are they doing?

NO! NO!

We're here to help.

How is she?

Terrible.

I'm gonna sell this house.

I need to get her a new shrink.

Want a second opinion?

Yeah. I want 20 of 'em.

Whatever it takes

to get her out of that place.

There's a lady on the phone.

Says she found Dobie near some hotel.

- Hello?

- 'Mr Cooper?'

Doctor, don't...don't

let Paul go to the hotel.

Don't let him go.

- Is this a real hotel?.

- It doesn't matter. The Carlton.

It's by the ocean in Hammond.

- When were you there?

- Last night, room 401.

So it's not real. You dreamt it.

- Was it day or night?

- Daytime. Please call him.

Does he meet someone there?

- He goes to find Dobie.

- Is Dobie a woman, Claire?

He's a f***ing dog.

What have you given me, Doctor?

Why can't I think straight?

Thorazine. It calms you down.

'What happens to him there?'

'He dies.'

Doctor...

Don't you get it, Doctor?

How many times do I have to say it?

'So you dreamt that Paul died.'

I dreamt it and it happens.

It's going to happen.

Can't you get it through

your thick psytiactric skull?.

The man I love is dead and I'm left

in this God-awful place alone!

Hello?

'You mean dead to you, Claire.'

No, no, I mean dead like Rebecca.

How many ways can I f***ing say it?

Do...

- What the f***?

- 'It's called grief.'

No, no, it's Paul this time.

Please. God, listen to me.

What's this?

Listen to me!

Hi, Paul!

Sh*t!

Listen to me! Listen to me!

- Listen to me! Oh! No!

- Come on. Get up.

Come on!

Listen!

Listen to me!

Listen!

OK, we're going

to give you something to relax.

All right, get her down.

- Please, let me go!

- Just relax.

- Please, no.

- We're going to give you something.

Brought you some hot tea, honey.

It'll still be warm.

- I'm sorry. Do I know you?

- You're sharin' a room with me.

- They want me to keep an eye on you.

- I don't remember.

- You got some people in your head.

- Hmm.

What's the matter, honey?

You don't like the pattern?

Can you keep a secret?

Probably.

You won't think I'm crazy?

Probably! I mean...

That man in my head was in

this hospital when he was a boy.

How do you know?

He stayed in this room.

He wrote that.

His name's Vivian Thompson.

Ooh, la-la!

Did anyone ever get out of here?

I wouldn't start thinkin' that.

I'm not talking about me.

I'm talking about somebody else.

It's not that difficult.

When you've been here

as long as I have

you get to know the language

of the place.

Go to sleep.

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