I'm closed.
I said I'm closed for the night.
Help!
23 YEARS LATER
Roman?
- Roman? - Helen!
- Always so prompt. - Roman.
You know? You do not always need to order a package just to see me.
I know.
You need to sign for this.
It's your birthday.
I painted something for you.
You might like it, considering your artistic eye.
- Who is it? - It's you.
It doesn't look like me.
How you see yourself is not necessarily how others see you.
- I bet you say that to all the girls. - Just you.
I can't.
Did I do something wrong?
No...
Roman, I'm sorry, it's not you. I can't.
It's fine.
When you do figure out what you want, you know where to find me.
- This is weird. - What's weird?
It's you?
That is not you.
It's not me.
This place is so creepy.
- What? - It's morbid.
Sitting outside the room where your mother killed herself 23 years ago?
I'm sorry, but it is.
Here.
What is this? It's your birthday.
- I'm suppose to get you a gift. - Open it.
Oh my God!
I thought I lost this.
I stole it... one night on a sleepover.
- Why? - I don't know.
Maybe I was jealous. Your stuff. Of your family.
I forgot, okay? I was eleven.
Anyway, just going through a box of old stuff. I wanted to make amends.
I never had a home. And... this place is...
I don't know. It's... a memory... I feel safe, or something. I don't know.
Safe?
I love you.
And I'm sorry that your mum killed herself in a shitty motel.
- What if I'm just like her? - Helen! It doesn't work like that.
Whatever dark shit was inside of her...
...is not in you.
I would know.
Powers of observation are that keen, huh?
I'm an actress. Empathy is my greatest talent.
And blowjobs.
Speaking of. Ed's texting. He needs me.
I have to go rehearse.
Is it good? Your play?
Ed's a genius. And I'm his muse.
Of course I paid for it, so it'd better be.
- You know what? I am gonna take this. - Molly...
Maybe you'll be famous like me one day.
Helen, wake up, wake up, wake up.
Helen has sustained a major head injury.
We don't know how extensive the damage is, how long it will take to get better, and...
how it will impact Helen's day to day life.
There is no way to know how the damage is going to manifest itself.
It's okay. You're young. Bones heal fast.
Doctor say it will just be a couple of weeks and it will be back to normal.
Welcome home HELEN.
Are you coming? I mean this is your party, as in it's for you.
- Just give me a minute, okay? - Okay.
You know? Her remind that painting.
Helen?
- You must be Ed. - You must be Helen.
The Helen, Molly's always talking about.
Yeah, that's me.
You're prettier than I thought you'd be.
You're pretty much exactly how I thought you'd be.
- Want some? - I'm good. Thanks.
And so it goes, go go...
and where it ends is fate.
And neither by singeing of flesh... nor tipping of cups of wine...
...or shedding of burning tears can you enchant away the rigids...
Yay!
Sleep.
Wake up!
Molly? Hello?
Girl when you fall, you fall hard. Talk about rollovers...
- How did I get here? - Get where?
On my bike... I'm in a parking garage.
I don't even know how you made it to work, after who you were with last night.
Molly!
- How did I get here? - What...? Helen, Jesus!
Haven't you had coffee yet? You left this morning. We heard you leave.
That's impossible...
I have to go, I have rehearsal. Drink lots of water. Love ya.
KILL HIM
Hey, girl! We're doing a full dress rehearsal tonight at seven.
Whole cast coming over. Is that okay?
- Yeah, that's fine. - Okay. Love ya.
Hello?
Helen!
What the fuck, Helen!
What happened to your foot?
Helen?
Helen!
- Helen, let me in! - Leave me alone!
- What are you doing? - I don't know. I don't know.
- Where were you? - I don't remember.
You don't remember walking around the city with just a towel on?
I don't remember anything!
Think.
I was at the gym...
I was in the locker room and there was a woman in the shower.
There was a woman in the women's locker room? Shocking!
I'm sorry I ruined your rehearsal.
You're the most real thing I saw tonight.
Okay. We're getting you to a doctor tomorrow.
- Okay. - Okay?
What?!
Nothing.
One minute I'm in one place, and the next in somewhere else.
Just like in sleepwalking.
Hearing voices?
Yeah.
- Seeing things? - Like what?
Anything out of the ordinary?
- I don't know. - Are you?
- Maybe. - You never told me that.
Okay. Let's talk about your family history. - I don't want to.
- You don't want to? - Helen.
- I don't have any family. - Helen, tell her about your mum.
- What about her? - I'm not crazy.
No one said you were.
You gonna say that I'm just like my mom, and I'm telling you, that I'm not.
Do you mind leaving us alone?
- I'll just meet you at home? - It's okay.
Just call me when you're done, okay? It's going to be okay.
Okay, how will we do this?
We'll order you a scan, an MRI.
Then we can see what's going on inside that head of yours, okay?
Just a routine scan. I'm sure there's nothing to be concerned about.
Helen.
Helen...
Helen? This is Dr.. Headley. You need to come to the hospital right now.
We've got the images from your MRI scan, and I think you're gonna want to see this.
This dark shadow, plus the symptoms you are experiencing,
- indicates... - A tumor?
Technically, yes. But this is different, and rare.
See...
This here looks to us like an undeveloped top portion of a spine.
- How? - You had or you have a twin.
Have you ever heard of something called "vanishing twin syndrome"?
No.
Well, I'm not a 100% certain of this, but if I had money to bet,
I would bet that your mother got pregnant with twins
and one twin died in utero.
And rather than it being absorbed into your mother, he or she was absorbed into you.
Into your body. Into your skull.
And it has been there your entire life.
And it wasn't until your accident that this mass of genetic material was activated
by chemicals that were rushed into your head.
These losing time, lack of inhibition, aggression...
These are all regulated by your prefrontal cortex.
This is the part of your brain that makes you... you.
I have a person in my head?!
No, it's not a person. It's just a mass of genetic material.
But, based on your symptoms it seems that since your accident, it's growing.
And it's growing at a pace...
that's putting serious pressure on your brain, and that's not good.
So, what do I do?
Well, I'm gonna book you in for surgery now.
Surgery?
- I need to think about this. - Okay.
But this isn't something you'd tough out and it just goes away.
Let us know. We'll make the appointment.
- Hello? - Helen. Let me...
I want it out!
Vanishing Twin.
And how did that feel?
It's weird. Ever since I was a little kid, I always felt like I was half of something.
And it's not the kind of thing that you can explain to people. It's like this...
The whole world's a party, that everybody else was invited to.
And I'm at the party, but I wasn't invited,
I'm just sort of standing in a corner by myself,
...invisible, because I never knew what it felt like to be complete.
Not until they found you had a brother, you never knew,
in your brain.
Yeah. The thing is...
there is a lot of us out there, and people think it's about the twin that died
in the womb, you know. But I think that the ones who are left, the survivors
we are the ones who vanish.
Vanishing twins. This science now...
This feels like there's something more happening with me.
Not just something you can cut out.
You've just found out you had a twin. Jesus, let that sink in.
The doctor said it was pressure on my brain
that's causing these blackouts. I don't know.
If something feels wrong, you should go back to the doctor.
- I have to go back soon anyway. - Well, when is the surgery?
- Three days. - Three days and this is all over.
You can do that standing on your head.
Plus you're also a badass. Like if Ripley had a baby with Joan of Arc.
This whole thing is just freaking me out.
She started of in my mum's body and then... she went into mine.
I just feel so guilty.
Helen, you can't feel guilty. It's not your fault.
Here.
Thanks.
Okay. Let's get a picture of the three of us.
Stop!
Okay Helen, I have to go rehearse. Get some rest. Don't go out.
What the hell...!
Molly?
Molly, did you put the painting back in there?
Molly!
What the hell?
Roman?
Roman, I brought back your stupid painting!
...Helen, I want you.
You want something. Come in. Sit.
Roman?
- Come on Helen. - Yes.
Helen, listen! Untie me! Untie me!
I knew you'd come back when you figure out what you wanted. Come here.
I want to see you. You want to fuck me, don't you? Say it.
Yes.
Helen, listen! Untie me! Untie me!
Roman? Where are you?!
I'm coming.
I AM COMING
I've had enough of this shit!
Try it now, you fucking bitch!
Three more days.
Just keep it together for three goddam more days.
- Where are we going? - Have a night...
I've been thinking about you since the party...
- Helen? - Yeah?
- Can I come in? I need to talk. - Um. Yeah. Just a second.
- What? - It's 7:00 pm, Helen.
My show starts at an hour. I have to go.
I know, I'm just getting ready now.
- Have you seen Ed? - No.
Okay. Should I wait for you?
I just have to...
- What've you been doing in here all day? - Nothing. Okay? I'll meet you there.
Okay. Whatever.
ROOM TWO
Hey! You can't go down there!
OPENING NIGHT
Helen!
What happened to your arm?
Look. We need to talk about what happened.
No!
Just stop okay. Just stop!
Fine! What?
You have three seconds, okay? Three, two,
- ...one. - I think I'm in love with you.
OMG! You're insane!
Okay, that night. When I met you at the party, there was something about you.
It was dark and it was dangerous. It was coming off of you in waves... Stop!
All right? Listen.
It's like you were crazy, but in a good way.
And I can smell it. I can smell it, it's all over you.
I can't stop thinking about you all the time.
I can't stop. And last night... My God, last night!
- What are you talking about? - Oh... Don't.
You came to me. Remember?
We got into my car, went to that motel you're obsessed with Room 2.
What's happening?
You said it was your first time, right? That's gotta mean something.
Fuck you!
You have to understand. Nothing in me is real!
Nothing. It's only you.
I can't explain it. I need it again, please. Please.
What do you want, Ed?
I want you.
What would you do to me? Tell me.
I want...
Come on, Ed. Use your words.
I want to fuck you. Hard. Harder than you've ever been fucked in your whole life.
You know what you are?
You think you're a man.
With your hair...
and your beard,
and your tattoos and your bullshit poetry and your porno fantasies.
You're not a man! You're a fucking boy!
Say it!
- Say what? - Say "I'm a boy!"
"I'm a little boy". - No.
Say it, and I'll give it to you. I'll give you what you want.
I'm a boy. I'm a little boy.
Ask me what you want little boy.
I want you to tear me apart.
Take off your pants.
- Don't move... take it off. - What the fuck? What are you doing?
You said you wanted it dark and dangerous.
Okay, okay, okay.
This is what you want, isn't it?
- You want me to cut it off? - No, no, no...!
- Are you afraid? - Yes!
- Are you really afraid? - Stop! Stop...! Please!
Fucking whore!
And don't tell Molly, okay? Fuck!
I know who you are.
No no no! This isn't real. This isn't real...
No! No!
Stay here. Everything will be fine if you stay here.
Fucking stay here. Damn!
Molly?
Do you know what time it is?
I don't know. It's night.
Molly...
- I don't know what's happening to me. - I do.
You're sick, Helen.
You're really sick.
No. It's not that, it's this thing...
This isn't about what's in your brain, okay?
It's about what's in your mind.
- You need help. - What are you talking about?
I came back from my show last night.
It went great by the way, if you ever fucking cared.
And I went to your room, because I wanted to see my friend, and I found...
this.
KILL HIM
And this.
I AM COMING
WHORE BITCH There's more.
I didn't do this!
- Who did? - I don't know.
Where's Ed?
I don't know, Molly.
- Where is?! - I said I don't know!
Did you... do something to him?
Of course not.
- I don't believe you. - Well, I don't care! It's the truth.
- Why won't he call me back? Where is he? - I don't know where he is, okay?
But trust me, you're better off without him.
You fucked him, didn't you?
- What? No! - I see the way he looks at you.
Molly, listen to me, okay. Ed is bad. He is not good.
Okay, he came on to me. I said no.
I said no, but he wouldn't take no for an answer.
What did you do?
I just scared him. That's all.
- I had a knife. - You had a knife?
It wasn't mine, okay? I was just trying to scare him so that...
- I'm calling the police, Helen. - Why?!
You're a danger to yourself and other people, okay?
You need help.
This isn't me, okay? As soon as I have the surgery I'll be fine.
People get brain tumors all the time,
they don't try and scare people with knives.
- I didn't killed anyone! - I didn't say you did!
I'm not crazy!
Why would you say that? Jesus Christ, Helen, that sucks!
I'm sorry. Molly, you know me. You're my sister.
You're not my sister.
You know Helen would never do something bad.
- What? - You know I would never do something bad.
That was not what you said!
You're crazy, Helen. Get out of your fucking head!
Helen, stop!
Helen! You're hurting me!
Wasn't me... Molly, run!
Helen, stop!
I don't want to hurt you!
Helen, let me in!
- Helen, tell me what you did to Ed! - Molly, please!
Helen! Open the door!
Molly!
Get away from me!
Go in the car.
I've been watching you.
I just want to talk. You're going to get in the fucking car. Get in the car!
I'm not a bad person, you know?
This is your fault!
This is all part of a sick little game you've been playing with me.
I'm a man. Ok, do you understand that? I am a man.
And you don't get to do that to me. You don't get to do that to me. Any day!
Ed, please just stop! You don't understand! You don't know what it feels like!
- Take your clothes off! - No!
Do you remember that motel? Huh? You made up this game, I'm just playing it!
Turn around!
Look, I'm not gonna hurt you. Alright?
Turn around. Put your hands on the wall. Do it!
No, Ed! No! Fuck you!
Get up! I said "Get up"!
No! No! ... Wait! Wait!
I AM HERE
- Hello? - Molly?
Helen? Helen, listen to me. I know you. This isn't you.
- I'm fucking just like my mother. - No, you're not. You're not.
Come home. I can help.
No!
No one can help me. My sister is in my head.
Okay, she's... she's in my whole body.
I should have died with her.
I should have died with her in that motel
and then none of this would have ever happened.
- I have to stop her. - What are you talking about?
It is the only way this ends, back where it all began.
I'm sorry.
- Helen? - I love you.
Helen? Helen! Shit!
I'm really going for Helen.
You can't stop me.
You're gonna die tonight.
Helen!
You know how long I've been waiting? It's my turn, Helen!
- I can stop you. - You're just like her. You're weak!
- I'm not. - So what are we doing here?
- This is the end! - For you!
- For both of us! - She was a whore!
Stop!
She tried to kill me. But I hid... inside of you.
I kept you alive.
All these years, with you, with your fucking waste of a life.
You're dead.
No, Helen. I'm finally getting out of here.
Out of you!
It's my turn, Helen.
My turn!
Helen! Helen!
Helen?
What did you do?
She's here.
- Who? Who is here? - My sister.
- She's not real! - Molly, run!
- No. - Molly please go. Go!
- How many pills did you take? - All of them.
Molly...
- I'm so sorry. - It's okay.
No! Please.
Please go home now.
I'm not leaving you. Not again.
I love you.
Helen, stop!
I'm sorry.