Mischief Night

Sweets for my sweetie?

Mmm, don't mind if I do.

Bubbly for my bubbly?

Uh, yeah. I don't think... That's not a thing.

- You want more champagne or not? - Of course, I do, baby.

Here's to having you to myself for the entire weekend.

I'm all yours, Will. Every inch of me.

Come Monday, you won't be able to walk straight.

- I'm gonna rip you to shreds. - I like the sound of that.

Yeah, I mean...

- What was that? - I have a conscience.

- It was nothing, baby. - Come on.

Shh!

You just left the TV on.

I wasn't watching TV.

Oh. No. No, come on, don't go.

What if it's your husband?

No way. He's in Tokyo till Thursday.

Will, it's nothing.

Shit!

If it is him...

- Yeah? - We could always say it was dark.

And we thought it was an intruder.

An honest mistake, self-defense, you know?

Yeah.

Come on.

Our sex tape can't be blurry.

No, we don't wanna leave this blurry.

- Come on... - I need to see you.

I need to see everything.

See. Told you.

Well, I didn't turn it on.

Yeah, right.

Perv.

- You're pinning me down! - Oh!

Oh!

Naughty little schoolgirl.

I need this too much.

Okay, what the hell is going on?

Somebody's fucking with us.

Hello?

It's just some asshole kids.

I don't know.

You know, my friends and I used to always pull this crap on Mischief Night.

- Didn't you? - What the hell is Mischief Night?

There they are. Cue the bag of flaming poo.

Very funny, ass...

What's going on?

I don't know. But I'm not taking any chances.

I'm calling the cops.

- Shit. - What?

No dial tone.

There's someone there.

- Where's your cell phone? - In my purse.

Find it.

- Find it? - No.

I swear, it was right there!

- Where's yours? - Jeans.

- Not here. - Let me look.

Who the hell is it?

Whoever it is, they may still be in the house.

You go hide in the closet while I check it out.

If somebody's messing with us, they'll be sorry.

No.

Be careful.

All right. Go.

Batter's up, assholes.

Hello?

All right! Who wants to get their asses kicked?

Huh?

Pussies.

Oh, no. Come on! Come on!

No! No! Come on! Come on!

Oh, my God.

Oh!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God.

No! No!

Come on! Come on!

Oh, fuck!

Let me out of here!

So, how is school? Fine. A little boring.

Staying out of trouble then?

No, no. Uh, let's see.

I've been suspended twice in the last week,

I'm failing everything, getting kicked out of all the clubs.

There's this one kid's mom that's threatening to press charges against me.

Good, good! Glad to hear it.

I... I'm glad to see that everything is on track then, huh?

But seriously, it is.

I mean, I'm... I'm doing really well, Dr. Pomock.

Like, it might be time for me to lose the Lexapro.

Emily...

Look, I... I know what you're going to say.

You're gonna tell me that the medication makes me feel better,

and that's why I don't think I need it anymore,

even though I still do. But in that case...

When do you get to stop taking the medication?

Yeah.

How about when your eyesight returns?

Well, that's a cheap shot.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to be.

Emily, why is it that you can't see?

Because something happened in the accident.

Some weird, like, nerve trauma, some brain trauma, or...

Or emotional trauma? Causing conversion disorder,

of which your asthma and your blindness are active symptoms.

Yeah, but maybe that's not the case.

And maybe the neurologists and the ophthalmologists and the radiologists are...

All missed something. Yes.

I mean, I'm happy.

I'm well-adjusted, I'm smart,

I have a boyfriend, my dad and I are super close.

It's been nine years. I... Shouldn't I be cured by now?

If... If this was all in my head, wouldn't I be able to see?

Maybe it's you.

Maybe you're just doing a lousy job.

I see. Well, now who's taking the cheap shots?

You know what I mean, this whole process.

You know, maybe this is something that we need to spend more time

actually talking about.

You know, really coming to terms with the idea that

you may never regain your eyesight.

Well...

How would you feel about that? I mean, if...

If this, what you are seeing right now,

is all you would ever see of the world?

Is that okay?

Does it make you angry? Would you blame somebody, or...

I asked if you'd... If you'd blame someone.

Yeah.

I'd blame myself.

It's my fault.

She was injured and bleeding and asking for help.

And I... I just...

Emily, you were eight years old.

They found you in the snow nearly frozen to death.

You were going for help, you said.

Maybe.

Maybe I was, maybe I wasn't, who remembers?

And the accident itself?

What do you mean?

Uh, was that your fault, too?

I mean, it wasn't like you were actually driving the car, was it? Or...

Don't.

So, you don't remember what happened?

No.

Mmm-hmm.

- Hey, kid! - Hey, Dad.

How'd it go?

Seatbelt.

So, how did it...

Not right now, okay?

Oh!

You all right? Are you all right, honey?

I'm fine. What was that?

It was a pothole. I'm sorry, it was my fault.

You sure you're okay?

Yeah.

Yeah. I... I just hit my head.

So you're good?

Dad, please.

So, you don't remember what happened?

No.

Mmm-hmm.

Except, you do.

It's all in the police report.

So then you know, and you don't need me to tell you.

No. But I need you to tell you.

Why? Why does it matter?

Because...

Do you honestly blame yourself for your mother's death?

I mean, are you really carrying that weight around with you?

'Cause I gotta say, if you are,

it's a wonder you could stand, let alone see.

Look, I don't wanna talk about this anymore.

Well, you know, that's, uh, that's just catnip to someone in my profession, okay?

That's probably the precise thing we should be talking about.

We've been over this and over it.

You asked why you're still on the medication,

why you can't see,

why you're still in therapy after nine years.

Well?

You have to tell me.

Oh, for God's sake!

No, that's the way that it works, kiddo, okay? You have the answer.

Oh, well, then, what's the question?

Why do you blame yourself for your mother's death?

Because it was my fault!

Jimmy calling.

Jimmy calling.

Jimmy calling.

Hey, Jimmy. No, not yet. I... I will soon.

Tonight. I'll ask him tonight. I... I promise.

Oh. Me, too.

So how's Jimmy?

Oh, he's fine. You know, he's a pain.

He's really excited because it's Mischief Night

and he and his friends are going to prank some of the guys on the JV squad.

I guess it's some annual tradition. Boys.