( thunder crashing )
( static buzzing )
Man#1: DADDY?
Man #2: IT'S OVER, KURT.
IT'S OVER.
- Kurt: YOU DID THIS TO ME! ( shouts ) - ( gunshot )
( static buzzing )
( rattling )
- ( kids playing ) - Man: You got it?
Woman: What's today?
- My birthday. - It is?!
- How old are you today? - Five.
- Are you excited? - Yes.
( rewinds )
Ah, here we go. For you.
Man: Hey, Pat, looking good.
- Back up, back up. - Woman: Hit it!
- ( cheering ) - Man: That's it, kid.
Okay, Sara?
( cheers ) Whoo, good job.
Man: Go get the candy.
Woman: Kurt, that's enough.
Pat!
What a beautiful music box.
( playing tune )
Kurt, sweetie, come on. Give that back to Sara.
- Kurt! - ( horn tooting )
- ( applause ) your candles.and blow out
( blows )
Woman: That was mean!
( kid laughs )
- ( guests exclaim ) - Kurt!
- ( Kurt laughing ) - Okay, that is it!
( laughing continues )
Man: Sara, it's okay.
Woman: Happy birthday, sweetie.
( whooshing )
Kurt? Kurt?
Kurt!
( tape forwarding )
( door opens )
- ( music box playing ) - Kurt?
I know you're probably mad at Mommy,
but you know why I had to bring you up here, right?
It was not very nice, what you did to Sara.
And you're gonna have to say you're sorry.
Honey, are you okay?
Kurt, look at me.
Kurt, what's wrong?
- ( thuds ) - ( shouts )
( gasping, whimpering )
- Sweetie, what are you doing? - ( crying )
( yelps, panting )
( choking, coughing )
- ( crying throughout ) throughout )playing
( thudding continues throughout )
( static buzzing )
Woman: 911, what's your emergency?
Sara: My mom's upstairs and she's hurt real bad.
Is she awake?
Can she talk to you?
She's on the floor. There's lots of blood.
- What's your name? - Sara.
- How old are you, Sara? - Five.
It's my birthday.
Sara, we're starting help for your mommy.
I need to find out what's wrong with her.
Can you tell me what's the matter with your mommy?
I don't know. She's bleeding real bad.
Okay, sweetie. with me.y on the line
An officer will be there as soon as they can.
Don't hang up, Sara. with me, okay?ne
Okay.
Sara, is your daddy home?
- He's a policeman. - Is he there?
- He's not home. in the house with you?
My brother.
- What's his name? - Kurt.
He was bad today.
Pat: WHY DID HE DO THIS?
Woman: IT'S COMPLICATED.
KURT'S MIND HAS FALLEN INTO A DEEP PSYCHOSIS,
WHICH HAS DAMAGED HIS BRAIN.
HIS MEMORIES HAVE BEEN SEVERELY REPRESSED.
IT'S KURT'S WAY OF COPING WITH--
WITH WHAT HE DID TO HIS MOTHER.
Why did you kill your mother, Kurt?
SO HE DOESN'T REMEMBER ANYTHING ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED?
NO. YOUR SON APPEARS TO BE SUFFERING
FROM A RARE FORM OF DISSOCIATIVE PERSONALITY DISORDER.
KURT IS CONFUSED.
HE HAS BURIED SO MUCH OF HIS PAST
THAT HE HAS LOST HIS OWN SENSE OF IDENTITY.
HE DOESN'T KNOW WHO HE IS ANYMORE.
HIS SENSE OF REALITY IS COMPLETELY DISTORTED.
HE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND WHERE HIS OWN LIFE STOPS
AND WHERE THE REST OF THE WORLD BEGINS.
IT'S AS THOUGH HIS MIND WERE--
WERE TRAPPED IN ANOTHER PLACE.
CAN YOU HELP HIM?
CAN YOU HELP BRING HIM BACK?
I DON'T KNOW.
THERE'S NOTHING MORE WE CAN DO HERE.
FAIRVIEW IS A MUCH BETTER FACILITY.
IT'S A FULL SERVICE MAXIMUM-SECURITY HOSPITAL.
WE'RE JUST NOT EQUIPPED FOR...
FOR WHAT HE MIGHT BE CAPABLE OF.
HE'LL GET THE BEST POSSIBLE TREATMENT THERE.
I KNOW.
I JUST THOUGHT THERE WAS A CHANCE HE MIGHT GET BETTER.
WE'VE TRIED EVERYTHING.
HE HASN'T RESPONDED TO ANY OF THE TREATMENT.
HIS INABILITY TO COMMUNICATE HAS MADE IT EXTREMELY DIFFICULT.
- SO HE STILL HASN'T SPOKEN SINCE-- - NOT A WORD.
THERE ARE SOME TRANSFER PAPERS
IN MY OFFICE I WILL NEED FOR YOU TO SIGN.
- ( locks clank ) - OKAY.
( twig snaps )
( rustling )
( door opens )
- HI, HONEY. - HI.
HOW DID IT GO?
AH, ABOUT HOW I EXPECTED.
UM, THEY FELT IT WOULD BE MORE APPROPRIATE--
THEY'RE TRANSFERRING KURT TO FAIRVIEW TONIGHT.
I'M SORRY.
I'M JUST GONNA GO CHANGE.
WHERE'S SARA?
WHERE DO YOU THINK?
¶ OH, I JUST WANT TO BE ¶
¶ WHERE EVERYBODY ELSE BE ¶
¶ WHOA, AT THE SPOT ¶
¶ THE SPOT, OH, I JUST WANT TO GO... ¶
SO IS THE CAMPING STUFF READY?
YES, IT'S IN THE GARAGE.
WHAT'S THE PLAN AGAIN?
WE'RE MEETING THE GUYS AT 8:00,
DRINKING BY 8:10, SETTING UP CAMP BY 8:20
- AND GETTING IT ON BY 8:30. - ( giggles )
- V, PUT THAT OUT. - WHAT?
- WHAT A DRAG? - NO NO, COME ON.
JOLENE'S DOWNSTAIRS. JUST NOT IN THE HOUSE.
OH, I KNOW YOU WANT ONE.
WELL, I KNOW YOU'LL WANT ONE AT 8:35,
RIGHT ABOUT THE TIME PAUL FINISHES FILLING YOU UP.
MY GOD, YOU'RE SICK.
- ( knocks ) - Jolene: ARE YOU GIRLS ALMOST FINISHED IN THERE?
- YOUR FATHER'S HOME. - YEAH, WE'RE JUST--
OH, WE'LL BE RIGHT OUT.
( coughs )
NOW WHAT EXACTLY DID YOU TELL HER WE'RE DOING,
SO I CAN EARN MY OSCAR NOMINATION?
WE'RE GOING TO THE MOVIES THEN WE'RE CRASHING AT YOUR HOUSE.
WONDERFUL, DARLING.
- WHAT IF SHE TRIES TO CALL? - MAKE SOMETHING UP.
OR BETTER YET, JUST DON'T ANSWER IT.
OKAY.
- HAND ME MY CLOTHES. - YES, DARLING, RIGHT AWAY.
OKAY, THANK YOU.
( laughter )
( boy chattering )
GO LEFT.
THERE WE GO.
- OH, PFFT! - ( laughter )
PAT?
PAT.
( door closes )
WELL, IT'S ABOUT TIME. I WAS STARTING TO GET WORRIED.
VERY FUNNY.
HEY, VERONICA, CAN I HELP YOU FIND SOMETHING?
NO NO, I'M GOOD.
YOU KNOW, IF YOU GUYS ARE HUNGRY, I CAN MAKE YOU SOMETHING TO EAT.
SO WHAT TIME'S THE MOVIE?
- 8:00. - 8:30.
THE MOVIE STARTS AT 8:00,
BUT WE PROBABLY HAVE TO LEAVE LIKE 7:00.
BUT DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT. WE'LL GET SOMETHING WHILE WE'RE OUT.
YOU KNOW, I'D REALLY RATHER YOU ATE HERE INSTEAD OF THE JUNK AT THE THEATER.
JOLENE, WE'LL BE FINE. BESIDE WE DON'T HAVE TIME ANYWAY.
¶ Oooh, so fine and sexy ¶
¶ Looking good in leather and lace... ¶
( vocalizing )
( radio clicks off )
- ( thuds ) - OH.
OH SHIT.
( panting )
OH FUCK.
GOD DAMN IT.
HELLO?
JESUS!
( grunting )
OH MY GOD. UH...
I'M SORRY.
GARY, CAN YOU HEAR ME?
OKAY, LISTEN,
YOU'VE GOT A PRETTY BAD CUT ON YOUR HEAD.
I'M GONNA GET YOU SOME HELP, ALL RIGHT?
SHIT.
ALL RIGHT, I'M GONNA GET YOU SOME HELP, OKAY, GARY?
GARY? NO NO NO NO.
COME ON, MAN. COME ON, STAY WITH ME, MAN.
GARY?
( crackles )
( sighs )
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
YOU SCARED THE CRAP OUTTA ME.
WHAT WAS THE DEAL WITH YOUR BROTHER?
V, PUT THAT AWAY. YOU SHOULDN'T BE LOOKING AT THAT.
GOD, SARA, I DIDN'T KNOW.
I DIDN'T REALIZE HOW FUCKED UP YOUR BROTHER WAS.
YEAH YEAH, HE WAS FUCKED UP. NOW PUT THAT AWAY BEFORE MY--
- ( door opens ) - DAD.
- I'M SORRY. - YOU JUST COULDN'T HELP YOURSELF, HUH, VERONICA?
- JOLENE. - SHE CAN'T JUST COME IN HERE
- AND START LOOKING AT OUR-- - JOLENE.
IT'S OKAY.
SO WHERE ARE YOU GIRLS GOING TONIGHT?
OH, NOWHERE SPECIAL.
JUST GOING TO HIT SOME BARS,
HOOK UP WITH SOME GUYS, SEE WHERE THE NIGHT TAKES US.
MAYBE NOT.
WE'RE GONNA GO TO THE MOVIES, THEN I'M GONNA CRASH OVER AT V'S.
THAT'S RIGHT. I'VE GOTTA GET MY BAG. COME ON, WE'RE GONNA BE LATE.
I'LL HELP YOU. WOULDN'T WANT YOU TO FORGET YOUR JAMMIES.
WHY DO YOU LET THEM OFF SO EASY?
OH, HONEY, COME ON. DON'T START, PLEASE.
I'M SERIOUS. YOU HAVE GOT TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT THAT.
- IF YOU DON'T SAY SOMETHING, I WILL. - JOLENE, I'LL HANDLE IT.
ALL RIGHT, WE'RE OUT OF HERE. BYE.
BYE. HAVE FUN. BE SAFE.
Both: WE WILL.
- SARA. - YEAH?
YOU GOT YOUR CELL PHONE, RIGHT?
YEAH. SEE YOU TOMORROW. LOVE YOU.
- LOVE YOU TOO. - ( door closes )
( laughing )
WE GOT AWAY WITH IT.
HE WAS JUST LIKE, SARA--
GO GO.
OH SHIT.
THOUGHT YOU GIRLS MIGHT NEED THIS.
BE SAFE, HONEY.
HAVE FUN.
( exhales )
( laughs ) OH, WOW.
YOUR DAD'S COOL, FOR A COP.
- SHUT UP. - ( laughing )
( patients moaning )
Man on P.A.: Dr. Caoili to the lab, please.
Dr. Caoili to the lab.
- ( screams ) - ( whistling )
Jolene: WHY DO YOU ALWAYS LET THEM GET AWAY WITH EVERYTHING?
HONEY, YOU DO THIS EVERY TIME.
YOU ARE ALWAYS MAKING EXCUSES FOR HER.
WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
IT'S LIKE YOU'RE AFRAID OF BEING TOO HARD ON HER.
HONEY, SHE NEEDS DISCIPLINE.
YEAH, WELL SHE GETS PLENTY OF THAT.
BUT SHE'LL ONLY LISTEN TO YOU.
SHE DOESN'T EVER LISTEN TO ME.
SHE DOESN'T RESPECT ME.
AND SOMETIMES I WONDER IF YOU DO.
OH, COME ON. YOU REALLY BELIEVE THAT?
- YEAH, I DO, BECAUSE I THINK YOU'RE AFRAID. - AFRAID OF WHAT?
AFRAID THAT I MIGHT ACTUALLY DO A BETTER JOB THAN HER REAL MOTHER.
I JUST GET SO FRUSTRATED.
Dispatcher: All units we have a 318 in progress
at Yellow Glen Hospital.
EMT is en route and requests assistance.
Suspect may be armed and dangerous.
All units please respond.
Dr. Engle: THERE'S SOMETHING INSIDE HIM
THAT WANTS TO GET OUT.
THERE'S SOMETHING INSIDE OF HIM.
THANK GOD.
THOUGHT I LOST YOU THERE FOR A MINUTE.
I'M SAM. YOU'RE IN MY CAR.
I'M DRIVING YOU TO THE HOSPITAL.
I NEED TO GET HOME.
I'LL GET YOU HOME SOON,
BUT FIRST I NEED TO GET YOU TO THE HOSPITAL.
SMOKE?
NO THANKS.
HEY.
HOW DID YOU FIND ME BACK THERE?
UH, WELL...
YOU WERE JUST, UH--
YOU WERE JUST THERE ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD.
YOU'RE LUCKY I DIDN'T RUN YOU OVER.
WHAT WERE YOU DOING BACK THERE ANYWAY?
I THOUGHT I WAS...
I THOUGHT I WAS DEAD.
YEAH, WELL, YOU ALMOST WERE.
IT WAS A CLOSE ONE BACK THERE.
YEAH, IT WAS.
HE ALMOST GOT ME.
WHO?
YOU DIDN'T SEE HIM?
WHAT?
YEAH.
HE WAS CHASING ME.
NO.
I WAS CHASING HIM.
THEN HE PUSHED ME.
NO NO.
NO, THERE WAS NO ONE THERE.
I DIDN'T SEE ANYONE.
YOU WERE ALONE.
PLEASE JUST TAKE ME HOME.
OKAY, UH...
- WHERE DO YOU-- - ( heavy breathing )
( screaming )
( gurgling )
( wheel squeaking )
( squeaking )
( groaning, panting )
( gasps )
OH GOD.
( grunting )
( heavy breathing )
( whimpering )
FUCK! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!
COME ON! FUCK!
- ( growling ) - ( door rattling )
OH, GOD.
( panting )
( truck approaching )
HEY! HEY, STOP!
HELP ME! HEY!
( horn blares )
( Gary panting )
( heavy breathing )
WHERE ARE THEY? THEY SAID THEY'D BE HERE BY 8:00.
SINCE WHEN HAVE THEY EVER BEEN ON TIME?
CHECK YOUR POCKET.
I'M SUCH A NERD.
OH HEY, LIGHT ME ONE TOO.
THANKS, DARLING.
FIGURES.
SHAKE IT.
( screams )
( laughs )
YOU ASSHOLE. YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME.
- WHAT'S UP, BABY? - HI, SWEETIE.
- LET'S GO. - ABOUT TIME.
( laughs )
SORRY, BABY. JUST HAVING SOME FUN.
- Greg: CAMPING SHIT. - Veronica: WHAT ELSE YOU GOT?
AND ONE FOR THIS MAN OVER HERE.
- ( laughs ) - ( claps )
- WE HAVE TO SHARE THAT ONE. - NICE, THANKS.
- ( belches ) - Veronica: NICE.
( laughs )
ARE YOU COMING?
( sighs ) WHAT'S WRONG? YOU STILL MAD AT ME?
NO. I JUST--
I'M JUST A LITTLE FREAKED OUT.
JUST GOT A WEIRD FEELING ABOUT THIS PLACE.
WE'RE SO CLOSE TO MY HOUSE.
- I JUST-- - COME HERE.
COME HERE.
DON'T YOU WORRY YOUR PRETTY LITTLE HEAD ABOUT A THING.
YOU KNOW I WOULDN'T LET ANYTHING HAPPEN TO THIS BEAUTIFUL BODY, RIGHT?
- PAUL, I'M SERIOUS. - ( sighs )
ALL RIGHT, WHAT'S UP?
WHAT'S REALLY BOTHERING YOU?
IT'S KURT.
- YOUR BROTHER? - YEAH.
IT'S JUST THAT THINGS HAVE BEEN REALLY WEIRD AROUND THE HOUSE LATELY...
ESPECIALLY WITH MY DAD.
LIKE TONIGHT HE WAS SUPPOSED TO SIGN THE TRANSFER PAPERS FOR KURT.
AND THEN VERONICA WAS LOOKING AT THE FILE AND THEN JOLENE GOT MAD.
SARA, SARA.
YOU HAVE TO LET IT GO.
I KNOW HE'S YOUR BROTHER,
BUT IT'S NOT YOUR PROBLEM.
I JUST HATE TO SEE YOU GET ALL WORKED UP.
I KNOW.
I GUESS I'M JUST REALLY KIND OF NERVOUS ABOUT...
YOU KNOW, TONIGHT.
OKAY.
LISTEN, I DON'T WANT YOU TO WORRY ABOUT IT.
WE DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS IF YOU'RE NOT READY.
LET'S JUST HAVE FUN, OKAY?
OKAY.
DOES MY SARA GIRL NEED A LITTLE LIQUID COURAGE?
AS A MATTER OF FACT, SHE DOES.
( rattling )
DON'T WORRY, GUYS. WE'VE GOT THIS.
OH! ( laughs )
COME ON.
Dr. Engle: HE'S LOST HIS OWN SENSE.
Denton: IT'S KURT.
( siren wailing )
( radio chatter )
WHERE'S THE GUARD?
HE'S BACK BY THE REAR ENTRANCE JUST STRAIGHT DOWN THE HALL.
- TAKE THE MEDICS. - THIS WAY, GUYS.
( door buzzes )
( radio chatter )
OKAY, TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED.
WELL, I'M NOT REALLY SURE.
KURT WAS SCHEDULED TO BE TRANSFERRED.
HE WAS BEING HELD MEDICATED IN THE DETAINMENT ROOM.
THERE WERE TWO ARMED GUARDS WHO WERE ASSISTING--
WAIT WAIT WAIT, SLOW DOWN. SLOW DOWN.
- KURT? - HE'S A PATIENT.
- NOT KURT BAKER? - YEAH.
OH SHIT.
SO YOU KNOW ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED?
AT SOME POINT HE MUST HAVE ATTACKED THE GUARDS.
THERE WERE TWO SECURITY GUARDS?
YES, ONE IS DOWN, THE OTHER ONE'S MISSING.
HE'S NOT ANSWERING HIS RADIO.
IS IT POSSIBLE HE MAY HAVE GONE AFTER HIM?
THAT'S DEFINITELY A POSSIBILITY.
NURSE, COULD YOU GET THESE PATIENTS TO THEIR ROOMS, PLEASE?
I'M TRYING, LINDA.
COME ON, GUYS. LET'S GO.
DISPATCH, WE HAVE A SITUATION AT YELLOW GLEN.
ONE SECURITY GUARD IS DOWN, THE OTHER IS MISSING.
COULD POSSIBLY BE IN PURSUIT, BUT THERE'S NO CONTACT AT THIS TIME.
Dispatcher: Affirm, 1540.
We have reports of a one-car rollover accident
on Highway 10 east of milepost 13.
Available units please respond.
- PARSONS, YOU GOT THIS? - Yeah.
THANKS.
THE SECURITY GUARD'S DEAD.
OH MY GOD.
OKAY, SEAL OFF THIS AREA. I WANT EVERYBODY OFF THIS FLOOR.
OKAY.
MOORE, CAN YOU HELP THEM THERE?
YEAH.
HEY, PAT.
WE HAVE A HOMICIDE HERE.
OKAY, LET'S GET OUR K9 UNIT UP THERE
AND I WANT A TWO-MILE PERIMETER AROUND THE HOSPITAL.
- EVERYBODY'S ON THIS. - 10-4.
HEY, PAT.
GO AHEAD.
IT'S KURT.
( static )
DID YOU COPY THAT?
YEAH.
I COPY.
PAT, I'M--
I'M SORRY.
WE'LL FIND HIM.
I KNOW. I'LL BE RIGHT THERE.
( crickets chirping )
I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN. I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN
SOMETHING LIKE THIS COULD HAPPEN.
EXCUSE ME, LINDA. GARY'S WIFE IS ON THE PHONE.
WHAT SHOULD I TELL HER?
- IS THIS GARY? - NO.
GARY IS THE ONE WHO'S MISSING.
I'LL HANDLE IT.
- MOORE. - YEAH?
I WANT YOU TO MAKE A SWEEP OF THE GROUNDS.
MAKE SURE EVERYBODY'S WHERE THEY NEED TO BE.
LOOK FOR CLUES-- WHATEVER YOU CAN FIND.
( footsteps crunching )
( panting )
Dr. Engle: THIS IS IT.
PAT.
I'M-- I'M SO SORRY.
IT'S ALL RIGHT.
LANE, I WANT TO KEEP THIS LOW-KEY.
I DON'T WANT ANY OUTSIDE DEPARTMENTS ON THIS
AND I WANT SAFETIES ON, OKAY?
RIGHT, CHIEF.
CAN I HAVE A MOMENT ALONE?
PLEASE?
OF COURSE.
( door shuts )
- ( radio flickers ) - JESUS!
Baker, this is Parsons. Come in.
( sighs )
GO AHEAD.
I'M DOWN HERE AT THE CAR ACCIDENT.
THE DRIVER'S BEEN KILLED.
Pat: Can you take care of it?
SHERIFF, I THINK YOU'RE GONNA WANT TO SEE THIS.
WHAT IS IT?
WELL, WE FOUND A NAME TAG IN THE CAR
WITH THE NAME GARY JORDAN.
OH, JESUS.
( panting )
( door creaks )
HELLO?
IS ANYONE HERE?
( door slams )
( bottle rattles )
HELLO?
COME ON.
COME ON, RING, DAMN IT.
( service hose dinging )
( phone ringing )
911, what is the nature of your emergency?
- ( service hose dinging ) - Hello? Hello?
OH, GOD.
( weakly ) WHY?
( grunts )
( groaning )
AH!
( straining )
OH GOD. SHIT.
( groans )
( panting )
( Kurt laughing )
( laughing )
I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT.
DOES HIS GIRLFRIEND KNOW THAT HE DID THAT?
I JUST TELL IT LIKE I SEE IT.
OH, I THINK I'M GONNA TELL HER.
I'M FREEZING.
HEY, I KNOW A WAY TO WARM YOU GUYS UP.
Sara: YEAH, I'LL BET YOU DO.
EVERY TIME I FART, EVERYBODY DRINKS.
- ARE YOU READY? - AND HOW OLD ARE WE?
I CANNOT BELIEVE I ACTUALLY SLEEP WITH YOU.
- ( farts ) - ( groans )
EVERYBODY DRINK. OOOH!
THAT IS SO WRONG.
ROAR.
OH MY GOD, THAT REMINDS ME.
I HAVE TO TELL YOU GUYS THIS.
LAST WEEK I WENT IN FOR MY PAP SMEAR.
YEAH, 'CAUSE THAT'S SOMETHING WE ALL NEED TO HEAR ABOUT.
NO NO, LISTEN. I GO IN,
THE NURSE TELLS ME TO TAKE OFF ALL MY CLOTHES AND PUT ON THIS GOWN.
SO I'M SITTING ON THE TABLE, MY BARE ASS IS HANGING OUT
AND THE DOCTOR COMES IN.
HE TELLS ME TO LAY BACK AND PUT MY FEET UP IN THE STIRRUPS.
SO I LAY BACK, SPREAD MY LEGS,
PROP MY FEET UP IN THE STIRRUPS
AND HE'S DOWN THERE.
YOU KNOW, HE'S DOWN THERE.
HIS HEAD IS DOWN THERE AND HE GOES,
"OH MY. I'M GONNA HAVE TO NUMB YOU UP FOR THIS ONE."
I'M THINKING, "OH MY GOD. NUMB ME UP?
I'VE NEVER HAD TO DO THIS BEFORE. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?"
SO HE TELLS ME TO TAKE A DEEP BREATH
AND IT'LL ALL BE OVER BEFORE I KNOW IT.
SO I TAKE A DEEP BREATH, HE PUTS HIS HEAD IN THERE
AND GOES, "NUMB NUMB NUMB NUMB."
( laughing )
THAT'S WHAT I'M GONNA DO TO YOU LATER.
- OH, YOU KNOW IT, HONEY. - ( laughs )
I CAN'T FIND MY--
Greg: LET'S GO RIGHT NOW.
Veronica: OKAY.
HEY, GUYS.
I'VE GOT A RUNNER ON DECK.
- NO. NO. - OH, NO.
- NO NO NO NO. - NO NO NO, WAIT.
- ( farts ) - ( laughing )
( groans )
I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU JUST DID THAT AGAIN.
( blowing )
OH, THAT'S SO GROSS.
DRINK.
HONEY, ONE MORE OF THOSE AND YOU'RE GOING TO SIT BY YOURSELF.
( laughing )
( phone ringing )
HEY.
- DO YOU HAVE A MINUTE? - Yeah.
WELL, I HAVEN'T HEARD FROM YOU, SO WHAT'S GOING ON?
He's escaped.
WHAT?
UH, LOOK I DON'T HAVE TIME TO GET INTO IT RIGHT NOW.
JUST SOMETHING WENT WRONG DURING THE TRANSFER.
What are you guys going to do?
WE'RE TRACKING HIM RIGHT NOW. WE'LL CATCH HIM.
YOU DON'T THINK HE'S GONNA TRY TO COME HERE, DO YOU?
No, no I don't think so.
JESUS, HONEY.
( locks click )
DON'T WORRY. WE'LL FIND HIM.
I'VE GOT TO GO, OKAY? I'LL CALL YOU LATER.
OKAY. I LOVE YOU.
YEAH, I LOVE YOU TOO.
- HONEY. - YEAH?
ABOUT EARLIER...
I DIDN'T MEAN FOR IT TO COME OUT THAT WAY.
I KNOW.
I'LL CALL YOU IN A LITTLE BIT.
Bye.
( radio chatter )
SO WHAT DO WE GOT?
WE'RE STILL TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT THE SECURITY GUARD WAS DOING OUT HERE.
ANY IDEAS AS TO THE CAUSE OF THIS?
THAT'S JUST IT-- I DON'T THINK THIS WAS AN ACCIDENT.
WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
I MEAN, JUDGING FROM THE NECK WOUNDS ON THE DRIVER,
HE WAS STABBED AND MURDERED BEFORE THE CAR EVEN CRASHED.
IT JUST DOESN'T ADD UP.
SO WE'VE GOT TO ASSUME THAT OUR SUSPECT
AND THE SECURITY GUARD WERE BOTH IN THE CAR WHEN THIS ACCIDENT HAPPENED.
SO WHAT ARE YOU SAYING? THEY HITCHED A RIDE OR SOMETHING?
SHERIFF, THE K9 UNIT JUST PICKED UP A SCENT
JUST BELOW THE TREE LINE.
SOMEBODY'S ALIVE OUT THERE.
LET'S FIND OUT WHO IT IS.
DONNY. DONNY, COME HERE.
YEAH?
- I NEED YOU TO DO ME A FAVOR. - SURE.
- YOU KNOW WHO WE'RE LOOKING FOR, RIGHT? - YEAH.
I WANT YOU TO GO TO MY HOUSE.
BUT DON'T YOU THINK I SHOULD HELP OUT WITH THE SEARCH PARTY?
I KNOW. I JUST WANT TO BE SAFE.
OKAY.
- DO YOU THINK HE MIGHT-- - I'M NOT SURE.
I JUST WANT YOU THERE TO KEEP AN EYE ON THINGS, OKAY?
- ALL RIGHT. - ALL RIGHT.
HEY, DONNY. KEEP YOUR DISTANCE.
- I DON'T WANT TO UPSET MY WIFE. - OH, OKAY.
JUST HANG OUT BY THE END OF THE DRIVEWAY.
- I'LL HEAD THERE RIGHT NOW. - THANKS, DON.
SURE.
( dog barking )
¶ Please be mine ¶
¶ Be mine ¶
¶ Please be mine this time ¶
¶ This time... ¶
( phone ringing )
¶ Please be mine ¶
¶ Please please be mine ¶
¶ Please be mine for all time ¶
¶ For all time ¶
¶ There's so much ¶
¶ I want to say to you... ¶
Dispatcher: All units, we have reports of an unidentified
911 call at Simpson's Garage,
4212 Highway 10, code 3.
Available units, please respond.
( branch snaps )
( footsteps )
OH, LORD.
OH.
( twig snaps )
OH NO.
- ( beeping ) - ( soft music playing )
SARA, WILL YOU SHUT THAT THING OFF?
¶ For once in my life... ¶
( beeping continues )
¶ I believe, without a doubt ¶
¶ That we could ¶
¶ Just discover ¶
¶ What true love ¶
¶ Is really about ¶
¶ Time after time, girl... ¶
- IT'S MY DAD. - ( beeps )
¶ So whenever you need me ¶
¶ I'll be... ¶
- ( beeps ) - ¶ I'll be yours ¶
- ¶ For the rest of my life... ¶ - Pat: Hey, Sara...
HEY! HEY.
¶ Always, I'll be... ¶
Pat: We have a police situation. I don't know where you are,
but I need you to pack up and get out of there right away.
Get back to the house or go back to Veronica's.
Call me as soon as you get this, all right?
I love you.
¶ Remember I'll be by your side ¶
¶ For now I ¶
¶ Make this promise ¶
¶ Through good and bad ¶
¶ I'll be true ¶
¶ There's only ¶
¶ One reason to live ¶
¶ And that only ¶
¶ Reason is you ¶
¶ My heart and soul ¶
¶ Belong to you, girl ¶
¶ You can count on me ¶
¶ I'll give my life for you ¶
¶ I'll be yours ¶
¶ For the rest of my life ¶
¶ Rest of my life ¶
¶ For always ¶
¶ I'll be by your side ¶
¶ I'll be... ¶
( police radio chatter )
ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO DO THIS?
( chuckles )
- Gary: HEY! - WHAT WAS THAT?
WHAT?
COME ON, SARA, IT WAS PROBABLY JUST--
- Gary: HEY! - WHAT THE FUCK?
- Greg: PAUL? - YEAH?
Greg: DID YOU HEAR THAT?
ARE YOU GUYS FUCKING AROUND?
- Greg: NO, SOMEBODY'S-- - Gary:HEY!
SHIT. STAY IN HERE.
THIS BETTER BE A FUCKING JOKE.
WHERE'S THE FLASHLIGHT?
- VERONICA? - Veronica: OVER HERE.
Greg: I THINK IT'S OVER IN THAT BAG.
Paul: HEY, WHO'S OUT THERE?
Greg: OVER HERE. PAUL, SHINE THE LIGHT OVER HERE.
Paul: HOLY SHIT, GREG. LOOK AT THIS GUY.
WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU?
Gary: YOU GUYS-- YOU GUYS HAVE GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE.
- HE'S COMING. - OH MY GOD!
COME ON, IT'S PROBABLY SOMEONE JUST PLAYING A JOKE.
- NO. WHAT'S GOING ON? - Paul: HOLD ON.
WHAT? WHO'S COMING?
Gary: THERE'S NO TIME TO EXPLAIN.
HE'S RIGHT BEHIND ME.
- DO YOU HAVE A CAR? - Greg: HEY, SLOW DOWN.
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?
Paul: WE'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE UNTIL YOU TELL US WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING.
Gary: LOOK, WE'VE GOT TO-- BEHIND YOU!
( Greg screaming )
Paul: GREG!OH-- OH SHIT!
- NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? - ( crying )
- OH MY GOD! ( screaming ) - SHH SHH SHH.
GO AWAY.
( screams )
COME ON, LET'S GO.
I'M NOT GONNA HURT YOU.
WE'VE GOTTA GO NOW.
COME ON.
RUN. RUN.
- COME ON! - PLEASE! NO!
- I DON'T HAVE THE KEYS! - COME ON, COME ON!
CHECK UNDER THE SEAT!
LET'S GO! HE'S COMING!
OH MY GOD! I CAN'T FIND THE KEYS!
WHERE THE FUCK ARE THE KEYS?
HURRY UP!
- OH SHIT. - COME ON, COME ON, COME ON!
Sara: OKAY OKAY.
- ( engine starts ) - NOW!
SLOW DOWN! SLOW DOWN!
- ( groans ) - ( hyperventilating )
( engine revving )
( wheels spinning )
- TRY-- TRY ROCKING IT! - I'M TRYING!
OH GOD. OH GOD! OH! AH!
COME ON, YOU PIECE OF SHIT.
Officer: SHERIFF, OVER HERE.
- GUYS. LET'S GO. - ( shotgun clicks )
( crying ) OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD.
WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!
I DON'T KNOW.
Dispatcher: 7835, code 6, 105 North Avenue 52.
( radio chatter )
- SARA? - Veronica: OH MY GOD!
- ( girls crying ) - HELP US!
- OH, DONNY! DONNY! - SARA.
THEY'RE DEAD! THEY'RE BOTH DEAD!
SLOW DOWN. ARE YOU GIRLS OKAY?
- HE KILLED PAUL AND GREG! - WHAT? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
THIS GUY, HE CAME YELLING OUT OF THE WOODS.
PAUL AND GREG WENT OUT TO HELP HIM!
- WHAT? - OH MY GOD!
OH MY GOD. GET YOUR HANDS UP!
- NO NO NO! NO! NO NO NO! - GET 'EM UP!
NO, IT'S OKAY. HE HELPED US.
OH MY GOD.
YOU KNOW, A LOT OF PEOPLE HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU TONIGHT, GARY.
WHERE'S KURT?
WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM?
- KURT? - I-- I DON'T KNOW.
WE-- WE LOST HIM.
KURT?
BAKER, THIS IS PARSONS. COME IN.
- ( radio crackling ) - THIS IS BAKER. GO AHEAD.
YOU'RE NOT GONNA BELIEVE THIS.
WHAT THE...?
SHERIFF, THEIR-- THEIR BOYFRIENDS ARE DEAD.
OH NO.
- ARE THE GIRLS OKAY? - Yeah.
WHAT ABOUT GARY?
HE'S PRETTY BEAT UP, BUT HE'S ALIVE.
WELL, TALK TO HIM AND FIND OUT WHAT HE KNOWS.
YOU'VE GOT IT.
- IS THAT KURT? - Send the girls up to the house right away.
And in the meantime, keep your eyes open.
- IS THAT MY BROTHER? - Good work, Parsons.
IS THAT MY BROTHER?!
GO TO THE HOUSE AND LOCK YOUR DOORS.
- ( crying ) IS THAT MY BROTHER? - GO. NOW!
- JOLENE! - OH MY GOD!
WHAT'S GOING ON? WHAT HAPPENED?
JOLENE, TAKE THE GIRLS INSIDE.
- ( girls crying ) - COME ON. COME ON, GIRLS.
ALL RIGHT. WE'VE GOT A POSITION ON KURT.
LET'S MOVE.
OKAY, COME ON.
I WANT YOU TO SIT DOWN AND KEEP WARM.
- COME ON. - ( phone rings )
IT'S YOUR FATHER.
- Pat! - HEY, HONEY. ARE THE GIRLS WITH YOU?
THANK GOD, PAT. THEY'RE OKAY.
- I'M NOT OKAY! PAUL AND GREG ARE DEAD! - SHH SHH SHH.
Jolene: What's happening?
FIRST OF ALL, DON'T WORRY. EVERYTHING'S GOING TO BE FINE.
( whispering ) DON'T TELL ME EVERYTHING'S GOING TO BE FINE.
KURT'S OUT THERE. PEOPLE ARE DEAD.
HE ALMOST KILLED SARA.
WE'LL FIND HIM. JUST KEEP THE GIRLS CALM.
WE KNOW WHERE KURT IS AND WE'RE MOVING...
( static crackling )
HONEY? PAT?
FUCK. JOLENE?
HONEY? JO-- JESUS.
COME ON, COME ON.
( sighs ) HERE, GIRLS.
DRINK THIS.
IT'S KURT, ISN'T IT?
Jolene: WHAT?
I HEARD DONNY.
HE SAID KURT'S THE ONE DOING THIS.
IT'S TRUE, ISN'T IT?
YES, IT'S TRUE.
HE KILLED THEM.
MY FUCKING PSYCHO BROTHER KILLED PAUL.
OH, HOW COULD DAD LET THIS HAPPEN?
YOUR DAD IS DOING EVERYTHING HE CAN.
THIS IS NOT HIS FAULT.
WHAT WERE YOU DOING UP IN THOSE WOODS IN THE FIRST PLACE?
NOTHING. WE WERE-- WE WERE JUST--
JUST WHAT? YOU SAID YOU WERE GOING TO THE MOVIES.
JOLENE, I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT THIS RIGHT NOW.
- YOU LIED TO ME! - IT'S-- IT'S NOT A BIG DEAL.
YOU ALMOST GOT KILLED TONIGHT.
YOU CALL THAT NO BIG DEAL?
YOU DON'T GET IT. IT'S NOT MY FAULT!
I'M NOT THE ONE WHO LET KURT GET OUT.
ALL RIGHT. THERE YOU GO AGAIN.
I AM SO TIRED OF YOUR LIES AND YOUR EXCUSES.
EVERYTHING IS SOMEBODY ELSE'S FAULT.
- NOTHING'S YOUR FAULT EVER. - GIVE ME A BREAK! JESUS!
A BREAK?
OH, I'M SORRY. HAVEN'T YOU HAD ENOUGH BREAKS?
NOT WITH YOU AROUND.
NO MATTER WHAT I SAY...
YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME.
YOU LET VERONICA
TALK YOU INTO GOING UP INTO THE WOODS
WITH THOSE BOYS DOING WHO KNOWS WHAT.
- AND NOW LOOK WHAT HAPPENED. - THAT IS-- THAT IS NOT FAIR!
- STOP IT! STOP IT! - ( knocks on door )
- WHO IS IT? - JOLENE?
Gary: IT'S ME.
THAT'S GARY, THE GUY WHO HELPED US.
- ARE YOU SURE? - YEAH, LET HIM IN.
PLEASE.
- ( door opens ) - Jolene: OH, JESUS.
- ( grunts ) - WHAT HAPPENED?
- SARA, GO GET ME SOME WET TOWELS. - YEAH?
- Sara: OKAY. - GET THE FIRST-AID KIT FROM THE BATHROOM TOO.
Sara: SURE.
OKAY.
SO I WANT YOU TO APPLY SOME PRESSURE.
- THAT SHOULD HELP STOP THE BLEEDING. - ALL RIGHT.
- YOU GOT IT? - YEAH.
- ( moans ) - SORRY.
I'M GONNA TRY TO REACH YOUR FATHER AGAIN.
Man over radio: Southeast office.
Dispatcher: 0770.
( bushes rustling )
( crackles )
THANK YOU.
YOU'RE WELCOME.
I GUESS I SHOULD BE THE ONE THANKING YOU.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT WE WOULD'VE DONE IF YOU HADN'T HELPED US.
HERE.
HE'S MY BROTHER, YOU KNOW.
I KNOW.
I'M SORRY.
IT'S OKAY.
IT'S JUST KIND OF CREEPY, YOU KNOW?
I BARELY EVEN REMEMBER HIM.
ONE DAY IT JUST HAPPENED.
IT WAS MY FIFTH BIRTHDAY.
THEY TOOK HIM AWAY AND I HAVEN'T SEEN HIM SINCE.
YOU PROBABLY KNOW HIM BETTER THAN I DO.
YEAH. A LITTLE.
I GREW UP HEARING STORIES ABOUT HIM.
I GET SO MUCH CRAP.
"THE SISTER OF THAT PSYCHO KID WHO KILLED HIS MOM."
AFTER A WHILE, PEOPLE KIND OF FORGOT ABOUT HIM.
SO DID I.
I FIGURED I'D NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN.
AT LEAST I HOPED I WOULDN'T.
( water patters )
HOW DID HE GET OUT?
GARY?
EVERYBODY GET DOWN. HE'S OUTSIDE.
( whimpering )
JOLENE!
NO, WHAT ABOUT DONNY?
- I DON'T SEE HIM. - GET AWAY FROM THE WINDOW.
BEHIND YOU!
( screaming )
COME ON! COME ON!
- WHERE DID HE GO? - Gary: I DON'T KNOW.
COME ON, COME ON, COME ON.
NO.
- LEAVE US ALONE! - Gary: QUIET.
LISTEN.
( footsteps thudding )
Sara: NO.
( door rattles )
( body thuds )
Sara: NO.
- DON'T LEAVE US! - ( whispers ) QUIET. JUST...
WAIT.
JOLENE.
( girls screaming )
CLOSE THE DOOR! HE'S STILL OUT THERE!
( grunts )
LOCK IT.
Gary: WAIT WAIT WAIT.
( sighs )
HE'S GONE.
GIRLS, GET UP THE STAIRS,
GET IN THE BATHROOM AND LOCK THE DOOR.
- JOLENE? - DO WHAT HE SAYS.
COME ON, COME ON, COME ON.
COME ON.
( crying )
WHY?
WHY?!
I DON'T KNOW.
IT'S GONNA BE OKAY. IT'S GONNA BE OKAY.
HE'S GONNA KILL US. WE'RE GONNA DIE.
- WE'RE DEAD. - SHH SHH SHH.
NO, IT'S GONNA BE OKAY. NO, IT'S GONNA BE ALL RIGHT.
WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE. I DON'T WANNA DIE.
SHH SHH. V, LOOK AT ME.
LOOK. LOOK.
LOOK. WE'VE GOTTA BE STRONG, OKAY?
OKAY? I NEED YOU TO BE STRONG FOR ME.
- OKAY? OKAY? - I CAN'T.
I FUCKING CAN'T!
- VERONICA. - ( crying )
VERONICA, LISTEN TO ME.
IT'S GONNA BE OKAY. WE'RE GONNA GET THROUGH THIS.
WE'RE GONNA GET THROUGH THIS.
IT'S GONNA BE ALL RIGHT.
( dog barking )
( radio chatter )
OKAY, THIS IS IT, EVERYBODY. KEEP YOUR EYES OPEN.
( dog whining )
- ( dog barking ) - Officer: SHERIFF, OVER HERE!
GET THE DOG OUT OF HERE. GET THE DOG OUT.
OH.
OH, JESUS.
Denton: PAT, THERE'S ANOTHER ONE OVER HERE.
- JESUS! JESUS CHRIST! - ( gagging )
DENTON, GET A MEDIC OVER HERE NOW!
( choking )
OH, KURT, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
( radio chatter )
I'LL GO CHECK THE BACK.
DO YOU HAVE ANOTHER GUN?
NO.
COME ON, COME ON.
OKAY, I WANT YOU TO GRAB THE DOG,
- SEARCH THAT AREA OVER THERE. - PAT.
- YEAH, WHAT IS IT? - THEY FOUND ANOTHER BODY AT YELLOW GLEN
- JUST OUTSIDE THE MAIN GROUNDS. - ANOTHER BODY?
AT THE HOSPITAL? I THOUGHT EVERYONE WAS ACCOUNTED FOR.
- IT WAS THE OTHER SECURITY GUARD. - ANOTHER SECURITY GUARD?
- BUT THERE WAS ONLY-- - ( cell phone ringing )
OH MY GOD.
( beeps )
- JOLENE-- - HONEY?
JOLENE, LISTEN TO ME.
GET OUT OF--
- ( static hissing ) - PAT?
HELLO? I CAN'T HEAR YOU.
JOLENE, GET OUT OF THE HOUSE!
WHAT?
( screams )
( gunshots )
JOLENE!
( dripping loudly )
OH MY GOD. JOLENE.
NO NO NO NO NO.
- NO NO NO. - I'LL BE RIGHT BACK.
SHH. I'LL BE RIGHT BACK.
NO. NO.
NO. DON'T GO.
JOLENE?
JOLENE.
MOM?
GARY?
MOM?
( thuds )
V. V, LET ME IN. IT'S ME.
COME ON. VERONICA, WE'VE GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE.
COME ON. OPEN THE DOOR.
VERONICA.
( thuds )
( panting )
( grunts )
( clicking )
( gun clatters )
( Gary yells )
( footsteps approaching )
( door bangs open )
( Kurt breathing heavily )
- ( Veronica screaming ) - ( Kurt grunting )
( Veronica choking )
( silence )
( door opens )
( footsteps approaching )
- ( Kurt grunts ) - ( door bangs open )
( clatters )
( footsteps approaching )
( Kurt breathing heavily )
( footsteps leaving )
- ( door closes ) - ( sighs )
( screaming )
( crying )
GARY!
- ( grunting ) - ( screaming )
( groaning )
( music box playing )
YOU REMEMBER THIS, DON'T YOU?
FROM MY BIRTHDAY PARTY?
KURT, LOOK AT ME.
YEAH, IT'S ME, SARA.
YOUR LITTLE SIS.
IT'S OKAY.
DON'T YOU REMEMBER?
REMEMBER ALL THE FUN WE USED TO HAVE
PLAYING ON THE SWINGS IN THE BACKYARD?
SARA?
YEAH, IT'S ME. IT'S OKAY.
I-- I'M SORRY.
- I DIDN'T MEAN IT. - NO NO, I KNOW.
IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT. IT'S NOT.
I KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU.
I KNOW WHAT REALLY HAPPENED.
( music stops )
NO.
KURT, I KNOW WHAT HAPPENED.
KURT, I KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU.
- NO! - IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT.
SHUT UP!
YOU SHUT UP!
( screaming ) NO!
- KURT? - SHUT UP!
KURT! NO!
( scissors thud )
- ( groans ) - ( Sara screams )
DADDY?
IT'S OVER, KURT.
IT'S OVER.
YOU DID THIS TO ME!
( grunts )
Pat's voice: IT'S OKAY.
IT'S OKAY. IT'S OKAY.
IT'S OKAY.
- IT'S OKAY. IT'S OKAY. - ( Kurt gasping )
IT'S OKAY.
( panting )
NOW REMEMBER, KURT,
DON'T TELL ANYBODY ABOUT THIS.
THIS IS OUR LITTLE SECRET.
NOT A WORD.
Mother: YOU'D BETTER STILL BE IN YOUR ROOM WHEN I GET UP THERE.
KURT?
Pat: BETTER PULL YOUR PANTS UP.
SIT THERE AND BE A GOOD BOY.
KURT?
I KNOW YOU'RE PROBABLY MAD AT MOMMY.
BUT YOU KNOW WHY I HAD TO BRING YOU UP HERE, RIGHT?
IT WAS NOT VERY NICE, WHAT YOU DID TO SARA.
AND YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO SAY YOU'RE SORRY.
HONEY, ARE YOU OKAY?
KURT, LOOK AT ME.
KURT, WHAT'S WRONG?
( bat thuds )
Pat: OH, KURT, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
DADDY.
WHAT...
( siren blaring )
Pat: SO HE DOESN'T REMEMBER ANYTHING ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED?
Dr. Engle: AT SOME POINT HE MUST'VE ATTACKED THE GUARDS.
Pat: IT'S KURT, HE'S ESCAPED.
Dr. Engle: KURT IS CONFUSED.
HIS SENSE OF REALITY IS COMPLETELY DISTORTED.
HE DOESN'T KNOW WHO HE IS ANYMORE.
HE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND
WHERE HIS OWN LIFE STOPS
AND WHERE THE REST OF THE WORLD BEGINS.
Medic #1: OKAY, GUYS, WHAT HAVE WE GOT HERE?
- ( heart monitor beeping ) - Medic #2: GUNSHOT WOUND.
( grunts )
- Medic #1: ALL RIGHT, DOES HE HAVE A PULSE? - Medic #2: NO PULSE.
Medic #1: NO SIGN OF SINUS RHYTHM. WE'RE GONNA START COMPRESSIONS.
- DADDY? - ( flatlining )
- Medic #1: CHARGE 200. - Medic #2: 200 CHARGING.
- Medic #1: CLEAR! - ( defibrillator sparks )
IT'S OVER, KURT.
IT'S OVER.
YOU DID THIS TO ME. ( yells )
- ( gunshot ) - ( flatlining )
Medic #1: OKAY, LET'S GET 200 OF EPI--
Medic #2: GOT IT. HE'S NOT BREATHING.
Medic #1: ALL RIGHT, CHARGE 300.
- Medic #2: 300 CHARGING. - Medic #1: TRY IT AGAIN.
- CLEAR! - ( defibrillator sparks )
( flatlining )
Dr. Engel: YOUR SON APPEARS TO BE SUFFERING
FROM A RARE FORM OF DISSOCIATIVE PERSONALITY DISORDER.
KURT IS CONFUSED.
HE'S LOST HIS OWN SENSE OF IDENTITY.
HE DOESN'T KNOW WHO HE IS ANYMORE.
HIS SENSE OF REALITY IS COMPLETELY DISTORTED.
HE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND WHERE HIS OWN LIFE STOPS
AND WHERE THE REST OF THE WORLD BEGINS.
IT'S AS THOUGH HIS MIND WERE--
WERE TRAPPED IN ANOTHER PLACE--
TRAPPED IN ANOTHER PLACE.
Veronica: WHAT WAS THE DEAL WITH YOUR BROTHER?
Jolene: KURT'S OUT THERE. PEOPLE ARE DEAD.
Denton: KURT? NOT KURT BAKER?
Paul: I KNOW HE'S YOUR BROTHER,
BUT IT'S NOT YOUR PROBLEM.
Sam: I DIDN'T SEE ANYONE.
YOU WERE ALONE.
Sara: I KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU.
I KNOW WHAT REALLY HAPPENED.
IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT.
- HEY, I'M HOME. - HI, HONEY.
HEY, HONEY. HEY, SARA.
HI, DAD.
- IS HE UPSTAIRS? - MM-HMM.
( instrumental music playing )