Just Like Heaven Page #2

But please, don't blow it

on more beer, OK?

I am not homeless. I live here.

OK. You can't live here,

because I live here.

This is my apartment.

- Since when?

- Since I rented it.

- You rented it.

- Yeah.

- You know what? I don't need this.

- What?

- Rent scam, right?

- What are you talking about?

There's probably five other people

who paid deposits and got the keys.

- And moved in all their things?

- Yeah... What?

This is my stuff. All of this.

That's my couch,

that's my coffee table.

Is that a ring?

Have you ever heard

of a coaster?

Or a trash can, for that matter?

I don't care who you are, you're gonna

mop that up. I'm getting the bucket.

It's like a pig

moved into my house.

- What?

- Like a filthy pig.

You... You moved in when?

Hello?

- I told you to get out.

- Jesus!

OK. So, what's this all about?

What? Nothin'.

Nothin'.

So, you called me for nothin'?

I've been sort of

seeing someone.

Seeing someone?

That's what I'm talkin' about. Finally.

- You think it's a good thing?

- Absolutely.

Yeah. The last time I tried

to hook you up, you bailed out.

This is good, and the fact

that you initiated it yourself,

that's important. OK?

Now, who is she? Do I know her?

I mean I'm seeing someone

that's not there.

She's emotionally unavailable?

You mean like a hallucination.

Twice, in my apartment.

A woman.

Attractive?

- Not really there, Jack.

- Right. Right. OK.

So when you saw this woman,

were you drunk?

I mean, I had a little buzz.

Dave, don't lie to me,

it doesn't help.

OK, fine, I was wasted.

But still, I shouldn't be seeing

some little blonde control freak

running around my apartment.

Why are you writing this down?

This isn't a session.

That's insulting, OK? I'm your friend

Jack here, I'm not charging you.

But if this thing rolls

into a second hour

we're gonna have to work out

some kind of deal. I'm kidding.

So, hold on a second.

You were drunk,

- you saw this blonde, controlling...

- I gotta stop drinkin'.

- No.

- No?

Yeah, drink, party.

Just do it with other people.

God gave us alcohol

as a social lubricant.

Make men brave,

make women loose.

What is that,

some Berkeley shrink thing?

No. Look around you, OK?

See this? This is the world.

Join it.

Stop swimming around

in your own mind.

That is a dangerous neighborhood

you should not go into alone.

Come on, Dave.

It's been two years, man.

No more hiding out.

Absolutely not.

- Are you insane? What are you doing?

- Oh, God, what is this?

I didn't want to,

but I will call the police.

I'm sleeping. It's a dream.

It's one of those dreams

and you know you're dreaming.

- How do you keep getting in here?

- It's you who's in here.

Oh, my.

This is more serious than I thought.

Go away, you don't exist.

I'm gonna ask you

a series of questions.

I want you to answer honestly.

Has your recent

alcohol consumption increased?

Yeah, so?

Are you hearing voices or seeing

things that aren't quite real to you?

As a matter of fact, yeah.

Have you recently sought consult

from a mental health care professional?

What? How do you know?

Stay away from me.

Do you feel paranoid,

like people are out to get you?

Why are you asking

so many questions?

I'll take that as a "Yes".

Listen to me.

You have fantasized,

quite convincingly,

that you've rented an apartment that,

in fact, belongs to somebody else.

Pick up that pillow.

Pick it up. It's OK.

There's a small red stain

on the back

where I once spilled

cherry cough syrup.

Yes, that's it.

How else would I know that?

Or the fact that these sheets that

you're now soiling are from Nordstrom.

I still have the receipt,

it's in that drawer.

Open it up and check.

I think you need to

come to terms with the fact

that you may be mentally ill.

- Really?

- Yes.

This is my apartment.

These are my sheets.

That's my nightstand.

That's my picture...

- Where's my picture?

- What picture?

There was a picture there of my...

There was a picture

right there on the nightstand.

- That was empty when I moved in.

- It was just there.

You know what? I've had enough.

I am calling the police.

- No, no, no, no.

- It's too late.

What'd you do to my phone?

Why can't I...?

You stay right there.

I'm gonna use the one in the kitchen.

Hey, Grace,

David Abbott here.

The people who sublet

this apartment to me,

- do you have their number?

- Is something wrong?

No, no. I was just wondering

about the previous tenant, that's all.

Well, the woman that I dealt with,

she didn't want to talk about it.

It was some kind of

tragedy in the family.

I didn't press for details

'cause I don't need any more drama.

- You think this girl died?

- Well, you better hope so.

That's the only way

they're gonna get off

this month-to-month thing

and give you a real lease.

- That's not exactly the reason I was...

- Come on, David, grow up.

Look, it has a view, a fireplace.

People would kill their grandmothers

for a lot less in this city.

- Can I help you with anything?

- No.

I mean, do you believe in this stuff?

Well, you don't until you do.

That's a little dated.

I recommend the Rosemary Preston.

It's totally seminal.

'Scuse me.

Where's your UFO section?

It's back and to the left.

Ufology. It's not even

a real science.

So, what kind of encounter

have you had?

- Encounter?

- Ectoplasm?

Soniferous ether?

I have a killer sance book

if you're into communication.

Communicating is not her problem.

Righteous.

I have exactly what you need.

Yeah.

Crap!

There.

"Spirit, awake.

Spirit, partake.

Spirit, without fear.

Spirit, appear."

Are... are you here?

Come on, I think you're here.

OK.

I've got a hot, moist

cup of coffee in my hand.

There is no coaster on this table.

I'm going to set it down

on this lovely mahogany...

Don't you dare!

We... We need to talk.

About what?

Has it crossed your mind that there

might be something a little off

about the way you've

been spending your days?

Actually, yes. It's weird having

a squatter in your living room.

I am not...

OK, let's start over.

Hi, I'm David Abbott.

And you are...?

I am...

I'm Elizabeth.

My name is Elizabeth.

You didn't know that.

You... you had to read that.

I think I know my own name.

OK. When was the last time

that you remember

actually talking to someone

other than me?

The other day. The other day.

And... And when you're not here,

what do you do

with the rest of your day?

Certainly a lot more

than you do, that's for sure.

Let's not stray from the point, Lizzie.

Don't call me Lizzie.

I'm not in kindergarten.

- My name's Elizabeth.

- You think. Let me ask you,

has anything dramatic

happened to you recently?

Like what?

I don't know, like dying maybe?

How dare you say that to me?

OK, calm down.

Get your hands off of me, you pervert!

Calm down. I'm not...

I'm not here to hurt you.

I'm trying to help you

face the fact that...

- I'm not dead.

- Look around you.

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