The Redeeming Page #4

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I'm sorry.

[Ghostly Voiceover] Do it.

(grunting)

(crying)

(laughing)

Hey.

Yes, I can scrub up, can't I?

What do you think?

Too much?

It's the lipstick isn't it?

Or is it the hair?

You prefer it down, don't you?

Hey, I'm talking to you.

I need to look my best.

Your best?

Yes, I want to

look just right.

Why am I still here?

My husband is on his way

back, I want you to meet him.

But he's dead.

No, he's not, he's

coming home to me.

Your husband is

dead, dad is dead.

No, no, no, no, no.

He's coming here, he

always comes here.

You've just never seen him.

You're not listening to me!

You didn't hit me as hard

as you could have did you?

You held back.

Why Joyce?

Stop, I don't

want you to talk.

Tell me Joyce, why

did you hold back?

Stop talking!

I still have a choice,

it's still up to me

so just shut up.

(chuckles)

You said your

husband is coming.

What time is he arriving?

Oh, what time is he arriving,

why don't you ever shut up?

(chuckle)

What time is he arriving?

What time is he arriving?

[John] What time?

Is he arriving.

I know, I heard you.

Why do you want to

know, what's it to you?

Oh I just wanna

know who's coming.

You're right.

I do prefer your hair down.

You've got nice hair.

It looks nice down.

Yes, you always

did like it down.

You always played with it

with your chubby little hands.

I did wonder.

Oh, don't move.

[Ghostly Voiceover]

Just a mild voltage Joyce.

[Ghostly Voiceover] This'll

help. Like re-tuning a radio.

[Ghostly Voiceover]

Clearing the static.

(electrical buzzing)

(groaning)

(soft creepy laughter)

(suspenseful music)

[Ghostly Voiceover] Have you

worked out what's happening?

No.

Still a head full

of nothingness.

(phone rings)

Yes?

Yes of course she's one of mine.

Well since when?

Well, she's never supposed

to be unsupervised.

I don't care how calm she was.

Jesus Christ!

What about the tag?

No.

I'll do it.

I know where that is.

(car engine revving)

You like my hair?

[John] You look very lovely.

Your hair is lovely.

(ghostly mumbling)

What? What did you say?

Focus, Joyce.

(ghostly mumbling)

Just listen to me.

[Ghostly Voiceover]

Joyce do it.

There, you heard that.

Stop it please, stop the pain!

Ignore them Joyce.

Just listen to me,

just your John.

(ghostly mumbling)

Stay with me Joyce please.

No, you're supposed

to stay here.

You boys wanted to leave me.

(tyres screeching)

[Ghostly Voiceover]

You must do it.

I don't want to.

Fight it, Joyce.

(car screeching)

It's making me!

[Ghostly Voiceover]

Time's up Joyce.

Stop the pain

please, it hurts me!

It's not fair.

[Ghostly Voiceover]

Time's up Joyce.

(suspenseful music)

[Ghostly Voiceover]

Time's up Joyce.

Time's up Joyce.

Time's up Joyce.

Time's up.

[Man] Hello? Joyce.

One second darling.

My husband's here.

Oh darling.

Oh thank goodness you're home.

You'll never believe

what I've been through.

I didn't kill him.

I didn't want to.

They tried to make

me but I didn't, see?

I'm fighting them.

That's good,

you made a choice,

a choice that you never

gave yourself before.

I don't understand.

Yes you do.

Your family, you remember?

Your husband, your son?

Look, I know you've come

here to try to work through

the pain of what happened,

but I need to take

you back to the unit.

But it's different this time.

I made a choice.

I did hit him, I'm sorry.

I hit him.

It's okay, mum.

You came back to me.

(birds chirping)

(chuckle)

You're mommy's little

darling, aren't you?

(child's laughter)

(dramatic music)

You're not my husband, are you?

No, I'm your doctor.

I'm Dr. Hadley.

How are you feeling?

Good, I'm feeling really good.

Excellent.

I knew this was a good idea.

Bit of fresh air.

This is my house, my retreat.

I come here to unwind,

get away from all the stress.

It's beautiful.

Mmm.

(birds singing)

If you ever need a bit

of air, a bit of space...

I'm not Mrs. Hadley.

No.

You're Mrs. Simons,

Joyce Simons.

[Joyce] No darling, please!

(sobbing)

I will get better, I will

take my pills I promise!

My husband, he

wanted to leave me.

Please, please don't do this.

I will get better I promise.

But he couldn't leave.

I will take my pills

every single day.

I will, I will, please!

Couldn't stay either.

(gun fires)

(screaming)

Maybe he thought that

leaving John behind

was some kind of consolation.

That's enough, get out of

my sight stupid little sh*t!

(child's laughter)

(gun fires)

(birds chirping)

I blamed my son for my

husband shooting himself.

(dramatic music)

My child.

My son.

You were so frightened

and I hurt you.

I miss you.

I miss you too.

I'll be okay.

I'm sorry, John.

I love you mum.

I love you too my son.

Is it over now?

It's up to you.

Maybe this is the last

time you need to come here.

(soft piano music)

(wind blowing)

(door knocks)

[John] Can you let me in?

No, go away?

[John] Can I just use

your phone or anything

just for a minute, please?

What do you want?

Do you know what time

it is for God's sake?

[John] Please let me in.

I think I busted my arm.

Okay.

Well hurry before we

both freeze to death.

[John] I don't think

poking is gonna...

I'm not going to poke it!

I'm sorry.

(grunts)

(distant birds chirping)

(dramatic music)

I want to talk about

what I did to my son.

I'm ready now.

[John] You don't

need me anymore.

(dramatic music)

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