All Alone Together

(dreary music)

No!

No!

No!

(music continues)

(bottles clinking)

(clock ticking)

Fuck, shit.

Don't do that, Tim.

- Tyler. - Don't turn it off.

It's broken.

And?

It's making that annoying noise.

Would you like me to ask it to stop?

I'm asking you nicely.

Oh, I know, I heard you,

and I'm politely replying, no.

You can't just do that.

One person doesn't just dictate a fan.

Exactly.

So, don't dictate.

It's not even doing its job.

That makes two of you.

Fiona, it's been a really tough week,

and I'm asking you to do me a favor.

My dog died a couple days ago.

How did he die?

It was a freak thing.

I was trying to...

It's really hard for me to talk about,

because it's been bringing up a lot of things, and

(chair creaking)

(dark music)

You're pathetic.

I could give a fuck whether or not you turn that fan off,

it really doesn't matter to me.

I mean, do you feel it?

Do you?

Exactly, it's doing nothing.

Just like you, you do nothing.

Just to know that I could come in here every day,

basically say whatever I want,

and time after time, you listen, obedient,

just like a little dog.

Oh, sorry.

Was that too soon?

(fan whirring)

I'm sorry.

You're not.

I am.

Take this.

I'd rather just take the tape.

Not until you take the card.

I'm not reading your apology letter.

Please?

I just drove all the way here in the middle

of the night to give this to you.

I want you to have it.

That wasn't really

an answer to my question.

Stop. No!

No, no, stop!

No, stop!

No, just stop!

Stop! (TV shatters)

(suspenseful music)

(music continues)

(music fades)

(fire crackling)

(mysterious music)

(air whooshing)

(foreboding music)

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm so, so sorry (sobbing).

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm so...

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

(soft mysterious music)

(The Thing grunting)

No, no, no, no!

Stop, no, no, no!

No, please, stop!

Fucking stop, stop!

Stop, stop!

Please stop!

Stop!

Please, stop!

Leave him alone!

Stop, stop!

Please, fucking stop, please!

(dark music)

No, no, please stop!

No (sobbing)!

Get away from me, please!

Please just leave!

Leave!

(Tyler exclaims)

(flesh squelching)

(music fades)

(soft music)

(phone vibrating)

Hello?

Yes, this is him.

I'm free tomorrow.

Okay.

This is good.

This will be good.

I just need to jump in.

This is what I need.

This is what I want.

I'm excited to experience something new,

something different.

I want this change.

I want to change.

I really wanna change.

Okay.

Hi, Lincoln?

Hello.

Hi, it's Sloane, how are you?

Good. (Sloane chuckles)

Shall we?

All right.

This should work perfectly.

Thanks again for agreeing to meet at my place.