Sleepstalker

- Thank you, Lord, for this whole day,

I'm kneeling down so I may pray,

please send your love to my mom and dad

so I may make them proud and glad.

The Earth I ask that you do keep,

please bless all those tonight who sleep

and don't forget to hold me tight

so I'll be safe throughout the night.

Mom?

It's bedtime, sweetie.

- But Mom. - Mom, Mom, come on, into bed.

Now what is it?

- My teacher asked me what I wanted to be in school

and you know what I said? - Nope.

A grown up.

Hey, that's a good one, son.

- Good night, sweetie, and right to sleep tonight, okay?

No TV, no water, no 13 trips to the bathroom.

- But Mom-- - And no but Moms.

Now come on, there's nothing to be afraid of in the dark.

Right to sleep, okay?

Can I keep the light on?

- Griffin, we've been through this a thousand times.

But it's scary in the dark.

- They're just shadows, shadows can't hurt you.

Shh.

For every evil under the sun,

there is a remedy or there is none.

If there be one, try and find it.

If there be none, then never mind it.

My mom used to say that to me whenever I was scared.

Grandma's weird.

What does that mean?

- It means there's nothing to be frightened of.

- And that you'll never be alone.

Now we're right down the hall so go to sleep.

Okay.

I love you, sweet face.

Sleep well.

Don't let the bed bugs bite.

What?

- Oh, don't let the bed bugs bite, that was really--

- Oh, so you're the better parent?

That's because I'm the mommy.

- And I'm the daddy. - Yes you are.

Shh!

Mom, Dad?

- All kids are afraid of the dark, they get over it.

Yeah.

- But you? - Hmm?

You should be very scared.

Oh, I am.

I'm very frightened. - You are?

Sleep.

Baby, sleep.

Down where the woodbines creep.

Be always

like the lamb,

so mild,

kind

and sweet

and gentle, child.

Sleep,

baby, sleep.

Good night,

Griffin.

Don't move!

Patio!

- Around

back, check the back!

Get down, get down!

It's over!

Come on!

- Who's gonna put the children to sleep now?

You?

- Get that psychotic sack of shit outta here.

I hear your screams.

I'll be back to end your pain too.

- Come on, let's go. - Come with me.

I'll end your pain.

- It's time to retire, I was aiming at his head.

God, did he get to anybody else?

Yeah.

- Christ, that's six families he's slaughtered.

God damn it.

Why couldn't we get here sooner?

Is the Sandman gonna get me?

- No, Sandman's gonna go away forever.

Never hurt you again.

You promise?

Yeah, kid.

I promise.

- Yeah, yeah, no, no, no, I'll hold.

Holding all my life, what's a few more minutes?

- Few more minutes are gonna cost me more money,

next time use a payphone, Griffin.

It's like I'm running slacker central around here.

- You were right, Griffin is very cute.

How could you keep your hands off him?

- Oh, we're just friends,

we don't wanna make things complicated, right?

Oh.

He's got a cute smile too.

He's a writer? - Mm-hmm.

Freelance, mostly.

He's on to something that he says could be his big break.

He's been working on this article about street gangs

for months now and he wants me to do the photographs.

- This is wild, my palmist in Cincinnati told me

that I would meet a storyteller.

- Good, he needs a little romance in his life.

Oh, man.

I move out here and you get me this job

and get me a room in your apartment upstairs and now him.

I'm gonna owe you big time. - Mm-hmm.

Great, thanks.

Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!

What?

- Oh, give me a big wet one, darling, 'cause this is it.

Take in this moment right now because

we are gonna look back on this for the rest of our lives.

No, you got the interview?

- That's right, ese, I am gonna interview

Dog Sanchez for my gang banger piece.

I mean, this guy no writer, no,

I repeat, no writer has ever gotten to.

I'm so proud of you.

When?

- I don't know, they're gonna call me, you know?

And then we'll go down to the hood and we'll do

the interview, we'll get some great photographs, huh?

- No, no, no, I think we ought to bring him up to our hood,

I can shoot him in my apartment,

I've got all the lights there, the equipment, everything.

- No, no, you don't get it, Megan,

I would go to Hell and back for this interview.

- We've gotta have a dinner to celebrate.

What time do you want Dana and me to come over?

Dana?

God, will you stop! - What?

Stop trying to set me up.

It's just dinner.

She's only been here a week

and she needs to make new friends.

And so do you.

Hi.

How you 'doin?

- The clown wants another double espresso.

Got it.

Bye.

Bye.

Fresh Grounds Cafe.

We close at nine, okay, thank you.

You're late, Kenny.

- Sorry nurse, but the boys and I, we had a little trouble

getting the loony bus through traffic.

Right.

Hold down the fort, I need some cigs.

- What time you want us to come over tonight?

Huh?

- Dana and me, we're coming to dinner.

- She trying to set you up again?

And make it fancy,

we're celebrating our bid for immortality.

Your roommate landed the interview with Dog.

- Well, isn't this your lucky day?

Let's hear some more good news for you happy campers.

Check out front page, brother.

Congrats, Sandman is meeting his maker tonight.

It's finally over.

Cry, baby, cry.

Put your finger in your eye.

Tell your mom who's nigh.

Cry, baby, cry.