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Amy. Amy!

The same?

The same.

Still happening every night?

It's driving me crazy.

You know, it's like I...

I can't shake it.

I don't know.

It stays with me all day,

I just...

That normal?

Well, it's not

uncommon for someone

who's undergone an ordeal

to have lingering nightmares.

The same nightmare?

Every night? For six months?

Have you had any new ideas

as to what the dream might be?

Who the man is, or is there

someone that he looks like?

No. No I told you.

I can't see the guy's face.

I never see what he looks like.

We've been through

all this before.

You keep asking me

the same damn questions.

It's like we're going

in circles.

I want you to make it go away.

If you like, uh,

I can try another medication.

No.

I'm not taking any more pills.

They don't do sh*t.

I notice your anxiety

level has increased

in the last couple of weeks.

Any depression? Paranoia?

Feelings of being followed,

being watched?

I know what paranoia means.

Okay. Maybe you need

to get out of the house.

When was the last time

you wrote something?

I don't know.

Long time.

Jesus, Hank. It's scalding.

My circulation's

been off lately.

Oh.

Yeah.

Think I might go up

to the house.

You know, try to knock out

a first draft nice and quick.

See what it all means.

Can I stop by on the

weekends for a conjugal?

Now you're trying to

seduce me, Mrs. Robinson.

Nah. I'm not trying

to seduce you.

I just wanna f*** you.

No one, really.

No one, I'm told.

Don't you guys get

enough of each other?

- No, no, no, no.

- Guess not.

I can't get enough of you.

Thank you, darling.

Thank you.

You want anything else?

No, no. I'm fine. I'm sipping.

- Cheers.

- Sipping to this cheers.

You look lovely.

Why, thank you.

Mmm-hmm.

God, you are a lucky man.

Yeah, I really am.

You've got the balls

of a f***ing warrior.

To be able to go through

what you went through...

No, no, listen to me.

Listen to me.

I wouldn't have survived.

I would not have survived.

- Your courage...

- I love you.

If you start crying at me,

I'm gonna smack you silent.

Oh, piss off.

It's your party,

and I can cry if I want to.

You know how I feel

about you, Henry.

A f***ing battered-down

writer we've got.

Will he be publishing?

And this next one...

oh, dear god.

Sweet Lord Jesus.

Can you imagine what you're

going to come back with?

Can you see it?

Can you feel it?

- Oh, I can feel it.

- Don't placate me.

- I'm not.

- I can feel it.

No, I'm telling you

I can feel it, I can.

This one is going

to be special.

And it is going to open up a

whole new world for you, Henry.

You mark my words. Cheers.

De mort.

It is with great reluctance,

and heavy hearts

that we send off

our dear friend.

Oh, my God. What is his name?

Just... it just escaped me.

I don't...

- Henry!

- Henry.

Thank you so much.

Now, Amy.

Are you mad letting him

go off by himself?

Oh, my.

I know you think

you've domesticated him.

Over the last nine years,

but believe me,

he's still quite feral.

She's well aware of it.

- Is she?

- Yeah.

Look at you two. How lovely.

All right, I believe that I can

speak for everyone present

when I say

that this little separation from

us ls really going to suck.

And we...

We all love you

and we shall miss you

and we have no doubt

that you shall emerge

from your hermitage

with nothing short

of a masterpiece.

You realize how

blessed you are, Hank?

You have such great friends.

They adore you.

Do you realize how

lucky you are?

I realize how lucky we are.

What?

Hmm?

I love you.

I love you.

I love you so much,

and I love this house.

And I love our crazy friends.

I love it all.

What happened?

You remember when we moved here

how much I used to

motherfuck this place?

- Every New Yorker does.

- Yeah.

Honey. Honey, it's okay.

Come here.

It's okay.

Here. Come here.

All right. Chapter one.

What's this story about, huh?

What's it about?

What's it about?

All right. Chapter one.

What's this story about, huh?

What's it about?

What's it about?

...everything in his wallet, his ID...

Goddamn, Hank. Come on.

Where's the thrilling

part of the story?

That is a brain.

You were not looking for it.

You forgot it.

Doctors like to call that...

if you've been hurt In any type

of slip and fall accident,

you need to contact the office

of Maydew, Barron and Temple.

We can recover the monetary

compensation you deserve

for your injury...

All right. Ten bad ideas.

All right, let's say the story

is about a lawyer, okay?

But not a slick one.

He's like one of these

slip and fall guys, okay?

He, uh, he's uh...

He's Ed.

Ed, the slip

and fall lawyer, okay?

That's who he is.

He's Ed, he comes home.

And he wants

to talk to his kids.

He calls his kid up

and he cracks open a beer

and he... and he waits,

and the phone rings.

One ring.

Two rings.

Three rings.

Oh, sh*t. Oh, sh*t.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

No, that's what you do.

This is what you do.

You start it with the attack.

Jump right in.

Start with the dream.

That'll work. So what does he...

He's at his house.

He's at his house.

And he's f***ing blindsided.

He gets hit. Boom.

And he gets hit again. Boom.

And he can hear his kid.

And he can't speak because

he gets hit, gets knocked.

And all he can feel

is the throbbing in his head.

And the phone is

saying "Daddy"...

Amy!

And he can't do anything

and he goes down

and blacks out.

And when he comes to, he's

hurtling through the dark.

And he's being pushed by this

unseen, unstoppable force.

And it's got him in its grip.

And it's just pushing him.

And he remembers

what the cop said.

The cop said, "Be careful.

Be on a lookout."

"You know,

be wary of new faces."

"This guy might be casing you."

Have you had any new ideas

about who the man is?

Somebody he looks like?

He's f***ing trying

to see this guy,

but he can't see him

because he's in

the f***ing dark.

And he can't see his face.

And he's trying to defend

himself, but he can't

because the guy's got him,

and he can't figure out

how to get out

of the guy's grip

so he grabs his

laptop and he hits him

with the f***ing laptop.

And for a second,

the guy gives up

and he tries to get

to the light.

He wants to get into the light

but he can't because

he gets grabbed

and he gets brought back into

the darkness with this guy

and he finds the letter opener

and he starts stabbing

away at this guy.

And he stabs, and he stabs

and it doesn't do sh*t

because this guy's

a f***ing bear.

He's a f***ing wave.

And he sees it coming.

He sees the letter

opener coming and bam,

hits him right in the stomach,

right above the navel.

And it cuts and

it digs in deep.

And, and... and he's helpless.

He's helpless to do

anything against this guy

and he's laying there and he's

f***ing thinking to himself,

"My, God. I can't believe this

is f***ing happening to me."

"I'm dying."

"I'm really dying."

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