The Nesting

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- Get out of my house.

- We don't want no trouble.

- Just give us the baby.

- This is none of your business!

We're making it our business!

Hey, lady, why don't you

make up your mind?

Lauren, I'm sure you know that what you

described is a classic anxiety attack.

Of course I know that.

But why? Why all of a sudden

out of nowhere?

And why only when I go out?

You're very nervous

about the new book.

Could you be resisting

the public exposure?

After seven years with you, are you actually

suggesting that I am publicity shy?

Lauren, I'm not suggesting anything.

I'm asking.

Well, we already know that I am an uptight,

neurotic, creative, brilliant nutjob.

Am I going completely crazy now?

Lauren, you are not going crazy.

Then what the hell is it?

It's called agoraphobia.

Of all the lousy phobias, trust me to come up

with one I've never even heard of.

Lauren, it is curable.

Total relaxation is the key.

Your jaw is loose,

...free of tension.

You can barely feel

the weight of your own body.

Now that you are completely relaxed,

...you will begin to

feel yourself rising.

You are very calm.

There is no pressure.

You are now taking

your keys and bag.

You are now opening the door.

You are in the hallway.

Now lock the door

and return the key to a pocket...

...where you can readily find it.

You are now descending the stairs.

You are completely calm.

You are at the bottom of the stairs.

You are now passing

through the lobby door.

Now you are walking calmly

down the street.

No, I'm not, you a**hole.

- Who's there?

- I got your delivery, ma'am.

If you want it,

you better open the door.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- How are you?

- I'm fine.

- I got worried when you didn't ring back. I couldn't

imagine where you could be. - That's a coincidence.

I was trying to imagine

the same thing myself.

Ah, so, you was

doing the visualization, Frulein.

Oh! So awful.

I feel like such an idiot.

You will take your medicine

and you will love it,

...and you will hug me and kiss me and ravish

me, and you will love it too, nein?

- Seriously, how's it going?

- Oh, I don't know.

It seems like bullshit,

but I guess it's working.

When you rang the bell,

I just opened the front door.

- You did?

- Mark, please don't be patronizing.

I may be sick, but I am not retarded.

Lauren, what is it?

You really

seem tense today.

Well, you yourself said

that agoraphobia is aggravated...

...by cities and crowds and noise

and all that stuff.

So I've been thinking.

Maybe I should try to get away,

uh, get out of the city.

You think you're ready

to make that kind of a trip?

Who knows? If I can get from the building

to the car, Mark said he'd drive me.

What made you choose Dover Falls anyway?

- I had a dream.

- Bullshit. You can't even remember your dreams.

It sounded quaint.

Quaint, my ass.

- Quaint like Peyton Place.

- Oh, gee, I hope so.

"Troubled, uptight writer

goes to small, sleepy town..."

"...in search of peace and inspiration."

"Instead, she finds an erupting volcano

of lust and passion."

And perhaps love.

- You know I love you.

- Yeah, like a big brother.

That's my problem.

- Well, now that you've gotten us lost...

- Mark, watch out!

Well, now look who's

gotten us stranded.

We're not stranded, silly.

Come on.

Let's just take a break.

- Don't you think we ought to be heading back soon?

- It's all right. We've got plenty of time.

The real estate agent

isn't expecting us till 2:00.

Oh, it is so lovely here.

Yeah. The Loch Ness monster

thinks so too.

I think he heard me.

Lauren, what now?

- Where do you think you're going?

- Come on.

We've been driving for hours.

I just wanna stretch my legs.

Besides, you need the exercise.

Uh-oh. Here come the jungle.

- Mark.

- Okay, I'll shut up.

Hey, there's a house up there.

Okay, Lauren, fess up.

You knew exactly

where you were dragging me.

You're really clever, you know that? Conning

me all the way through the bramble bush.

Lauren?

Lauren, where the hell are you?

Mark, I've never been here before.

- Oh, sure. It's all a big coincidence.

- No, no. I mean it.

It... it's not a gag.

Well, how gullible do you think I am?

There she is,

...the frightened girl

in the foreground.

The brooding, mysterious mansion

in the background.

- All we need now is a light in the window.

- Mark, I'm not kidding.

I've never been here before.

All right.

- Well, maybe the illustrator knew the place.

- No, he didn't.

He drew the cover

from my descriptions in the book.

He even thought

it was a bit too fanciful.

Well, he's not

very well-informed.

- A house of this kind is...

- Mark, that's not the point.

How oblivious can you be?

I know this house.

- Oh, so you finally admit it.

- No.

I...

I mean, I saw this house or...

I imagined it all the time

I was writing the book.

I described it exactly.

Well, then you had

a dja vu, my dear.

Or maybe you saw it in a picture

in one of my books.

Believe me, an octagonal house of this kind is

certainly rare enough to merit a write-up.

Mark, look.

What?

Someone was at that window.

Hello!

Hello!

I don't think anyone's living here.

Someone is in there.

Yeah, well, they're not

receiving any visitors.

It's unusual that a house

of this type is still standing.

Most of them

were torn down.

Did you also know that-

Well, now we know who lives here.

Anybody home?

Hello!

You know, Lauren,

we really are trespassing now.

Whoever you saw could come down here

with a shotgun and blast us away.

You think all country folks are gun crazy.

City folks too.

I smell perfume.

Yeah, well, I smell trouble.

Hello!

Anyone home?

Now I suppose you're gonna tell

me that this looks familiar too.

I don't know.

Vaguely.

I can't tell.

Mark.

Come here.

Someone must be here.

But they were right there-

a pack of cigarettes,

...and there was a lit one going.

Lauren, I think

we'd better be going.

I am not imagining things, you know.

But, Lauren, we're supposed to be

at the real estate office at 2:00...

Look, I'm going upstairs.

Are you coming with me?

For someone who has trouble

leaving her own house,

...you sure don't mind

barging into someone else's.

Look, is anyone here?

I'd really like

to talk to you.

Well, whoever it was, he

must have been trespassing too.

He probably thought

we were the owners and took off.

My considered opinion is

it was a bat in the belfry.

You know, this would be

a perfect place to write.

That's a novel idea.

Hey, maybe I could rent it.

Are you crazy? You wouldn't last

one clay alone in this house.

Why? I have always

been fascinated by these houses.

I've written so much about them,

it already feels like home.

Lauren, there's only so far

you can make life imitate art.

Never mind art. I love this house.

- And I love you.

- Love me, you love my house.

Oh, sh*t, I give up.

Come on. Let's go.

Well, if you're absolutely

sure, Miss Cochran,

...I doubt my grandfather

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