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Amy. Amy!
The same?
The same.
Still happening every night?
It's driving me crazy.
You know, it's like I... I can't shake it.
I don't know.
It stays with me all day, I just...
That normal?
Well, it's not uncommon for someone
who's undergone an ordeal to have lingering nightmares.
The same nightmare?
Every night? For six months?
Have you had any new ideas as to what the dream might be?
Who the man is, or is there someone that he looks like?
No. No I told you. I can't see the guy's face.
I never see what he looks like.
We've been through all this before.
You keep asking me the same damn questions.
It's like we're going in circles.
I want you to make it go away.
If you like, uh,
I can try another medication.
No.
I'm not taking any more pills.
They don't do shit.
I notice your anxiety level has increased
in the last couple of weeks.
Any depression? Paranoia?
Feelings of being followed, being watched?
I know what paranoia means.
Okay. Maybe you need to get out of the house.
When was the last time you wrote something?
I don't know.
Long time.
Jesus, Hank. It's scalding.
My circulation's been off lately.
Oh.
Yeah.
Think I might go up to the house.
You know, try to knock out a first draft nice and quick.
See what it all means.
Can I stop by on the weekends for a conjugal?
Now you're trying to seduce me, Mrs. Robinson.
Nah. I'm not trying to seduce you.
I just wanna fuck you.
No one, really. No one, I'm told.
Don't you guys get enough of each other?
- No, no, no, no. - Guess not.
I can't get enough of you.
Thank you, darling.
Thank you. You want anything else?
No, no. I'm fine. I'm sipping.
- Cheers. - Sipping to this cheers.
You look lovely.
Why, thank you.
Mmm-hmm.
God, you are a lucky man.
Yeah, I really am.
You've got the balls of a fucking warrior.
To be able to go through what you went through...
No, no, listen to me. Listen to me.
I wouldn't have survived. I would not have survived.
- Your courage... - I love you.
If you start crying at me, I'm gonna smack you silent.
Oh, piss off.
It's your party, and I can cry if I want to.
You know how I feel about you, Henry.
A fucking battered-down writer we've got.
Will he be publishing?
And this next one... oh, dear god.
Sweet Lord Jesus.
Can you imagine what you're going to come back with?
Can you see it?
Can you feel it?
- Oh, I can feel it. - Don't placate me.
- I'm not. - I can feel it.
No, I'm telling you I can feel it, I can.
This one is going to be special.
And it is going to open up a whole new world for you, Henry.
You mark my words. Cheers.
De mort.
It is with great reluctance,
and heavy hearts
that we send off our dear friend.
Oh, my God. What is his name?
Just... it just escaped me. I don't...
- Henry! - Henry.
Thank you so much.
Now, Amy.
Are you mad letting him go off by himself?
Oh, my.
I know you think you've domesticated him.
Over the last nine years, but believe me,
he's still quite feral.
She's well aware of it.
- Is she? - Yeah.
Look at you two. How lovely.
All right, I believe that I can speak for everyone present
when I say
that this little separation from us ls really going to suck.
And we...
We all love you and we shall miss you
and we have no doubt
that you shall emerge from your hermitage
with nothing short of a masterpiece.
You realize how blessed you are, Hank?
You have such great friends.
They adore you.
Do you realize how lucky you are?
I realize how lucky we are.
What?
Hmm?
I love you.
I love you.
I love you so much,
and I love this house.
And I love our crazy friends.
I love it all.
What happened?
You remember when we moved here
how much I used to motherfuck this place?
- Every New Yorker does. - Yeah.
Honey. Honey, it's okay.
Come here.
It's okay.
Here. Come here.
All right. Chapter one.
What's this story about, huh?
What's it about? What's it about?
All right. Chapter one.
What's this story about, huh?
What's it about? What's it about?
...everything in his wallet, his ID...
Goddamn, Hank. Come on.
Where's the thrilling part of the story?
That is a brain. You were not looking for it.
You forgot it.
Doctors like to call that...
if you've been hurt In any type
of slip and fall accident, you need to contact the office
of Maydew, Barron and Temple.
We can recover the monetary compensation you deserve
for your injury...
All right. Ten bad ideas.
All right, let's say the story
is about a lawyer, okay?
But not a slick one.
He's like one of these slip and fall guys, okay?
He, uh, he's uh...
He's Ed.
Ed, the slip and fall lawyer, okay?
That's who he is. He's Ed, he comes home.
And he wants to talk to his kids.
He calls his kid up and he cracks open a beer
and he... and he waits, and the phone rings.
One ring.
Two rings.
Three rings.
Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
No, that's what you do. This is what you do.
You start it with the attack.
Jump right in. Start with the dream.
That'll work. So what does he...
He's at his house. He's at his house.
And he's fucking blindsided.
He gets hit. Boom.
And he gets hit again. Boom.
And he can hear his kid.
And he can't speak because
he gets hit, gets knocked.
And all he can feel is the throbbing in his head.
And the phone is saying "Daddy"...
Amy!
And he can't do anything
and he goes down and blacks out.
And when he comes to, he's hurtling through the dark.
And he's being pushed by this unseen, unstoppable force.
And it's got him in its grip. And it's just pushing him.
And he remembers what the cop said.
The cop said, "Be careful. Be on a lookout."
"You know, be wary of new faces."
"This guy might be casing you."
Have you had any new ideas
about who the man is?
Somebody he looks like?
He's fucking trying to see this guy,
but he can't see him
because he's in the fucking dark.
And he can't see his face.
And he's trying to defend himself, but he can't
because the guy's got him, and he can't figure out
how to get out of the guy's grip
so he grabs his laptop and he hits him
with the fucking laptop.
And for a second, the guy gives up
and he tries to get to the light.
He wants to get into the light
but he can't because he gets grabbed
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