Insidious: Chapter 3 Page #2

and I don't mean I pretend to hate him,

like, "Really, I love you.

I'm just mad at you,"

I actually literally hate him.

Save the word "literally"

for when you're being literal.

Shut up. God, don't ruin this.

Look, we have a few months

of parental guidance left,

and then this reality

we're currently living in is done.

That's what's so great about it.

You pick a college on the opposite coast.

He becomes a weekly phone call.

That turns into a monthly phone call

when you need money.

It's like he's not your dad anymore.

He's just a bank you visit on Thanksgiving.

Yeah, but I'm not going

anywhere, Maggie!

I botched the audition to the one school

I wanted to go to.

I don't have a backup plan. It's over.

Lord, you are so born

to be an actress, Brenner.

- "It's over!"

- No, I'm serious.

That school is all that I wanted.

And my dad wants me here

raising my brother.

You're gonna be gone.

You're gonna be okay.

Yeah, everybody always says that.

Hey. Come on.

Lesbifriends.

Oh, no, you're right!

Where's the nearest Jesus Camp?

Have fun with your little boys.

- Goodbye. Goodbye.

- See you later, ladies.

Let's get out of here.

Come on, lesbo!

Quinn! No! No!

Someone help us, please!

On my count. One, two, three!

Get the crash cart here.

Okay, get a new line in her.

Monitor's showing V-tach.

Okay, we got multiple compound fractures

on the right leg.

- BP is 163, dropping. Rate's degrading.

- Okay, give me one amp of epi.

Paddles on 360.

Charge on 360! Do it! We got...

Okay, we got her. We got her back.

Let's keep her stable, folks.

Mom?

Hey, it's Dad.

Honey, I'm here.

Do you remember anything?

I was with Maggie.

And there was this man waving at me.

He was at the theater, too.

And then everything went dark.

One second, hon.

- Mr. Sean. How are you doing?

- Hey, Harry.

You know, we're really sorry to hear

about what happened to your daughter.

Thanks, Harry.

She's here. That's what counts.

The man who can't breathe.

The man who lives in the vents.

I heard him saying your name last night.

I heard him in your room

while you were gone.

He's up there right now,

standing in your room.

You will see him.

- Surprise!

- Surprise!

Welcome home, bad ass.

- My gosh, Quinn.

- Yeah, I'm all busted.

Wheelchair's just until

the bones in her legs heal.

Yeah. Thank God. Thank God.

Listen, I'm just happy

that you're gonna get better.

Some people are crazy.

The way they drive around

this neighborhood, you know?

- I'm so sorry this happened to you.

- Yeah, it's pretty embarrassing.

- I sent some flowers.

- We got 'em.

Hey. Can I tag this thing or what?

Is that a clich?

No. Knock yourself out.

Wow, you have been saving that one.

You just had to wait

for Quinn to get hit by a car.

I think she's done being shown off now.

Listen, we just wanted

to see you, Quinn. Okay.

Listen, anything you need.

- Thanks, Ernesto.

- Well, I mean it.

See you later.

Home again home.

All right, ready?

One, two, three.

Great neighbors we have.

Crazy cat lady on one side

and a boy who's clearly

in love with you on the other.

He's not in love with me.

You know, everyone that looks at me

isn't in love with me, Dad.

Especially since I'm a cripple now.

Hey. No sarcasm.

Not since I got you

such an awesome gift basket.

Everything you like. Books.

Bell. In case you want me

to wait on you.

Some French food? French onion dip?

Snacks.

What?

I'm vegetarian.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- When did that happen?

- It doesn't matter.

- Thank you.

- Yeah.

So...

Did any letters come from any schools?

No, I don't want you

to worry about that right now.

The only thing I want you to think

about right now is getting better.

Understand?

Think of it as a gift-wrapped excuse

to do your favorite thing in the world.

Sleep.

Hey.

You need me? I thought I heard the bell.

No, I'm fine.

Good night, Warren.

Good night, Jack.

What the hell was that?

I'm not making this up, Mel.

It cracked my ceiling.

I'm not saying you are.

I'm just showing you that there's nobody

living above you right now.

See?

Yeah. Well, I heard it.

And it came from that room.

Mel, come look at this.

- What do you say now? No one up here?

- I don't know what to tell you.

Tell me who's gonna pay

for the crack in my ceiling.

Why can't I ever...

Quinn, where's the frying pan, please?

- Third drawer in the far left.

- Yeah. I looked there already.

You know what? I can't take this

right now. I'm too busy.

Alex! No eggs this morning.

Just find what you can in the fridge

for breakfast, okay?

Whatever!

- Come on, Quinn. Eat your breakfast.

- I don't want to.

- You have to.

- I can't taste it.

I can't taste anything anymore.

- Alex, are you dressed?

- Yes!

I went to see a psychic.

I wanted to talk to Mom.

You what?

I went and saw a psychic woman

named Elise.

Claire's mom gave me her address.

- When was that?

- Like a month or so back.

Strange things have been happening.

Like that knocking I heard last night,

I think that was Mom trying to reach me.

Quinn.

I don't want you to get any funny ideas.

You know, these nutcases are...

They're paid to give you hope.

That's what they do. They make stuff up.

Why couldn't that have been her, though?

What if she's trying to tell me something?

Why don't you ever wanna talk about her

or acknowledge her?

- I do talk about her.

- No, you don't! You just fight with me!

You keep all this chaos so you can pretend

that she never existed.

No, Quinn.

I see her every single day

when I look at you.

Fine. I'll help her,

but you're staying here.

I'm reaching out to Lilith Brenner.

If you can hear me, please answer me.

Your daughter may be in danger.

She needs your help.

Please, Lily, answer me.

I need to speak with you.

Lily, please, show yourself.

What do you want from her?

I know you're not her mother.

She thinks you are, but you aren't.

And I'm not afraid of you.

I know you're there.

I've fought many like you

in my time, demon.

Show yourself.

I can't.

I can't do this anymore.

Kate Wittieris still a b*tch.

Mr. Paul is still hot.

Hectoris still asking about you

in a really unsubtle way,

like he just needs to stop.

And everyone at school is pretending

that they care about prom

and that they're going

to wear ironic costumes.

- That sounds so fun.

- No, it's not. It's the worst. Believe me.

I wish someone would run over

my legs with a truck.

Wait. So, how's your college

application going?

No, we're gonna talk about you.

How's it going with your dad?

He's taking all this time off work.

He's out talking to his boss

about it right now.

- It's like this whole big situation.

- That sucks.

Well, I don't know, what do you do

when you need to go to the bathroom?

No! No. No way. You're kidding me!

- Hey, is that Alex?

- What?

Standing right next to you.

- What are you talking about?

- Alex. He's right...

Maggie?

Maggie?

Quinn!

What's happening? Quinn!

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