The Madness Inside Me

I really need to go.

Why are you still seeing this guy?

Everybody else has given up on him, honey.

-It'’s not going to be me. -Let him go.

He'’s not worth it.

Listen, I have to go straight from the office tonight.

Please do not be late.

I promise.

I love you.

This is Maddison Taylor with Edward Johnson.

Today'’s date is June 8th.

Can we begin?

Yeah.

Eddie, have you eaten today?

Yeah.

How about dreaming? Any dreams?

Not really.

Well, when you do dream, what do you dream about?

A childhood home.

Clean counters and silverware.

A table set for a family.

You ever eat at a table?

No.

I--I do remember feeling like...

like everything, you know, the kitchenware and the dishes

and the food...

it was like they had their own place, you know.

Like, dishes went in the cupboard

and the silverware in the drawer.

Food in the fridge.

If you had a place,

where would it be?

A toast to James and Jeremy'’s new merger.

Oh, it'’s not a merger, honey, it'’s an acquisition.

Oh, he has to correct me.

I'’m very happy to raise a glass

to my best friend, my sister, and my wife

to celebrate this wonderful occasion.

-I love you all, cheers. -Cheers.

But in all seriousness, hats off to Jeremy.

You really burned the midnight oil to push this thing through.

I'’m very excited about this venture.

We'’re going a whole new corporate direction.

Huge asset sale, major re-staffing...

Cynthia, show them your anniversary gift.

That is absolutely stunning.

Thank you for not being late.

Goodnight, sweetheart.

Goodnight.

Madison, you want water?

All right, now you rest.

Mrs. Taylor.

I'’m Detective Thompson.

Can you tell me what happened?

Hey, hey, relax.

Oh, oh my god.

How long have I been in here?

Two days.

Look, I know this is very difficult

but I'’m gonna need you to tell me what happened.

Is that all you can remember?

Detective, where'’s my husband?

Look, I'’m sorry, Ms. Taylor but...

your husband didn'’t make it.

What?

What...

What--what are you saying?

What are you saying?

Oh god, oh god!

We'’ll find out who did this.

After the police left

I had the maids come in.

The fridge is fully stocked.

Everything'’s back in its place.

Oh and uh...

...I had your locks changed.

Mad, is there anything else I can do for you?

No, no, I'’m okay.

Do the police have any leads?

No.

But you saw his face right?

Yeah, I saw his eyes.

Well that'’s good, that'’s good.

But is it enough to identify him?

I think so?

Maddie, are you sure you don'’t want me to spend the night?

Thank you.

I'’ll be okay.

I'’ll be okay.

Madison.

Everything is in its place.

Madison, everything is in its place.

But you saw his face, right?

I saw his eyes.

So how are you these days?

Okay.

I'’m going to show you several photos and I want you

to tell me if you recognize any of these men.

Take your time.

-Do any of them look familiar? -No.

Are you sure or can you take a closer look?

It'’s not him.

Look, I know you'’ve been through something traumatic.

-But I'’m-- -It'’s not him!

He'’s not in that book!

Can I suggest something?

Being a detective I'’ve seen a lot of shit.

Maybe you need to see someone.

Someone with experience.

Now what you'’ve been through there'’s no real way to cope.

I thought you were someone with experience, Detective.

I guess I was wrong.

You can see yourself out.

I can'’t live here.

Can you find me a real estate agent?

Sure.

It'’s an artist warehouse.

We'’ve converted it to a pristine loft.

It has one bedroom, one bath.

And outstanding views of the river.

Mila, this isn'’t what I asked for.

I know, I had to show it to you.

It just came on the market.

You'’re the first one to see it, Maddison.

There must be so much noise, look at all these windows.

The windows are sound proofed.

-When'’s it available? -Immediately.

If you like it I recommend you put in an offer.

What are you photographing?

People.

Why not shoot in daytime?

Because I like to shoot at night.

What are you doing, ma'’am?

I didn'’t like my father.

He made it very clear he didn'’t like me either.

After my mother died...

He locked me in a basement.

What would you do in the basement?

I read the only book I had.

Over and over.

"A wild longing for strong emotions and sensations

seethed in me.

A rage against this toneless, flat,

normal and sterile life.

I have a mad impulse to smash something.

A warehouse perhaps or a cathedral.