Parasomnia Page #4

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- Yes. I'm Dr. Egon Bhyle...

and I'm here to pick up a patient

Laura Baxter.

Now, if you'll be good enough

to step aside...

Bhyle? Oh, sh*t!

Welcome.

I see the clock is running down,

the ticking is about to stop.

A willing partner

for our Danse Macabre.

The Clouded Man approaches,

with weapon in hand.

Which is really much less Shakespearean

and Hugh B. Cave, don't you think?

We really must elevate

your reading habits.

Have you ever read "Great Expectations"?

A wonderful book.

I think you should really should think

of me more like Magwitch...

the old benefactor.

Shut up!

You're to save

the Sleeping Beauty.

My dear "Pip",

a kiss isn't going to do it.

She's an orphan,

with an orphan's disease.

She's not going to be fixed.

I'll help her.

She's mine only...

and I've have had her many times

in those dark dreams we share.

A bit of advice for the future...

never assume.

Sh*t.

Freeze!

You move again,

you'll be talking to Jesus!

And you, too, motherf***er!

Don't move!

I just wanted to thank you.

He was going to hurt me.

Oh, sh*t. Hey!

- Sh*t.

- What is going on?

Nothing really.

Call "Nine-one-one". Tell 'em

to get their asses here right now!

Tick, tick.

I'll see if our ride

is here yet.

Miranda?

What is it?

What happened?

Stop!

Freeze!

I said don't f***in' move!

Detective Garrett,

Police Department.

Turn around.

I said turn around.

Put your hands behind your back.

Come on.

Here.

And now...

you and I, we're gonna have

a nice little chat.

Alright, alright. I know what you think,

but I didn't kill anybody.

- Where's your I. D?

- It's in my pocket.

Well, it's not there now.

- What's your name?

- Danny.

Danny what?

Danny Sloan.

Well, well, well.

How about that?

Mister Daniel Sloan.

I've been looking for you, son.

Here.

You and I are gonna have

a very meaning full conversation here.

- I didn't do anything. I swear.

- That's funny...

'cause there's a dead cop

back in your apartment.

- I didn't kill him.

- Then who did?

Well, that's okay, son.

Because you know what?

Because you're gonna tell me...

eventually.

Then what are you doing here?

What's Volpe to you?

Nothing, I swear.

I came here to...

You came here to what?

Finish it.

I came here to find Laura.

Laura who?

Laura Baxter.

Wait.

The "sleeping girl"?

Oh, I get it.

You're the one who kidnapped her.

You were at the hospital tonight.

What were you doing there?

Are you in this with Volpe?

You went there to break him out?

No!

No. I went there to...

To what?

You went there to what?

I went there to kill him.

Kill him?

Why?

Because of Laura.

I love her.

Son...

you're not making a whole lot

of sense right now.

We have to help her.

Volpe's got her.

I think he's gonna kill her.

I thought he was here, but he's not.

Please, we don't have much time!

Please.

You expecting a call?

That's all right, I'll get it.

Detective Garrett,

Police Department.

Detective Garrett.

Hello.

What a pleasant surprise.

I was expecting someone else.

Someone a bit younger.

Who is this?

Volpe?

Please call me Byron.

You don't happen to have a young man

a very love-sick young man with you?

I see.

May I talk to him?

You can talk to me.

Very well.

Then listen to me.

I know who you are.

I know your secrets.

I know the dark places

you hide.

I know what you do

when you are alone.

I know your dreams.

Dreams?

Don't listen to him.

It's time to share your dreams.

It's time.

Please.

Don't open the door, Billy!

Billy?

Billy?

It's too bad about Mister Dornboss.

I liked him.

We shared a lot of the same views.

I even liked his art.

Well, some of it anyway.

- Where's Laura?

- Sleeping. She needs her rest.

Besides,

the evening may prove stressful.

Detective?

I spoke with your mother.

My mother?

What did she say?

She told me about the little girl

down the street. What was her name?

Corrine.

Corrine.

Corrine. Corinne's mother knows

what happened.

It was terrible

what you did to her.

- It was an accident. I'm sorry.

- Oh, I know you were just playing.

I don't think I'm sorry

is quite good enough, do you?

You need to make amends.

You want to, don't you?

Yes.

Yes.

Where is she?

We have a problem.

We both want the same thing.

Why don't you just use

your psychic crap...

and kill me

and then she'll be all yours?

But she won't, you see.

She'll think of you...

she'll dream of you

like some cheap, Gothic novel.

I can't have any martyrs.

I need to erase you,

so that no fragments...

no twinges of something lost

remain in her heart.

I need to erase you

in this world and in hers.

Why? Why Laura?

Well, because she is the most perfect,

pure thing that ever walked this planet.

And I...

I'm the most corrupt.

How could it be otherwise?

I'm not afraid of you!

You're not Danny.

Now I'll show you the truth.

Ah, well, if Mister Dornboss

was still with us...

I would recommend "The Modern Engineer",

Technical Press 1938.

"Issues of Reliability

in Modern Machines."

Sorry about the

conventional restraints.

I have to stay focused

and the night's young.

Ladies...

the piece that you've been

practicing so hard... play it.

Lovely.

Now to business.

Don't do that.

I'd hate to have to do something

rather vengeful and overt.

You must embrace your fate...

Iove your life.

Brave of you to look me

in the eye.

Not many who've done

that have survived.

Gaze into the abyss too enough

and the abyss will gaze into you.

Tick, tick, tick...

tick, tick.

Now...

"Paradise Lost."

Our exquisite, lost angel.

The only things worthwhile in life

are danger and play.

And what could be more dangerously

playful than a woman?

Laura...

it's time to join me.

Stand.

Stand.

Stand.

Stand.

Danny.

It's all right.

You're finally see clearly now.

You'll know the truth and

you'll know this dream is not for you.

I've always protected you.

Laura, open your eyes.

This is your "Clouded Man"...

Iook at him.

This is the thing that haunts you,

haunts our world.

Don't you think that you should say

something to her?

Tell her what you really think of her.

Tell her what's in your heart.

Share it so we'll all know.

You...

you are...

nothing to me.

I...

I took you because you were easy.

You were a stupid doll

that I...

could dress up.

How do you think I could...

care for...

some...

some... somebody...

something like...

you?

I'm done with you.

I despise you.

The sight of you makes...

me ill.

Oh, don't cry.

I'll be here for you always.

"If he loved you with all the depth

of his soul for a thousand year...

she couldn't love you as much as

I do for a single day."

Emily Bronte,

"Wuthering Heights".

You will love me.

I will make you.

Then you will only...

be loving...

yourself!

Is that it?

I thought you had more

in you than that.

I'll still have her.

They'll patch me up

and lock me away someplace...

and I'll make sure "Sleeping Beauty"

is in the next room...

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