Quiet (2023)

[bunniefuu]

Nina!

Nina!

Where have you been?

I went for a walk.

You're supposed to be

able to hear me when I call.

I know.

Sorry.

I was out further

than last time.

It took me longer to get back.

Everything okay?

You shouldn't be here.

Says who?

These are terrible.

I'm supposed to be

expressing myself.

Oh yeah?

How's that going for you?

Really well.

You're wasting away here.

Are you going to stay?

If you want me to.

Nina!

You in there?

Nina, we talked about this.

No locked doors.

I'm painting.

I'm fine.

Can you unlock the door please?

Just a sec.

Why was the door locked?

I just didn't want

to be disturbed.

How's the painting going?

It's going great.

They look good.

Can't stay in here all day.

Come to the kitchen.

I'll be out soon.

Unlocked.

Are you going to get in?

Keep it down.

Are you going to get in?

How do you get that?

Stop looking.

Stop hiding.

Bobbed wire fence.

Trying to escape?

You can't stay here.

I could help.

I need to get better.

That's just what he

wants you to think.

What are you making?

Soup.

I'm sick of soup.

You need to eat.

Do I?

It'll make you feel better.

What's wrong with me?

I tell you I'm fine, but you

don't treat me that way.

We're not going over this again.

You want it like this?

You think this is fun for me?

- Why won't you listen to me?

- Eat your soup.

I'm sick of being your patient.

Just stop.

Eat your f*cking soup.

I can't let him do this to you.

I'm getting you out of here.

Only if you want to.

I want to.

Nina!

Nina!

Stop it!

No!

Nina, stop!

Nina.

Nina.

I'm not giving up on you.

I can fix this.

I can fix this.

What are you doing?

I thought I left the stove on.

What's wrong,

baby? Are you okay?

This kid doesn't sleep.

He's like his daddy.

Come back to bed. We miss you.

I'll be up soon.

I've been having thoughts.

Violent thoughts.

I would never do

anything to hurt my wife.

Or our unborn son.

But I keep getting

these horrible images.

Like something's trying

to take over my brain

and force me to do

something I don't want to do.

I can't eat.

I can't sleep.

I'm afraid if I shut my eyes,

I'm going to sleepwalk

and do something

unthinkable.

I don't know what to do.

Make amends with your wife.

Pray the rosary five times

and try to get some rest.

You'll feel better.

Am I dangerous, Father?

I believe evil thoughts

can become evil deeds.

God, the Father of mercies,

through the death and

resurrection of your son,

you have reconciled

the world to yourself

and sent the Holy Spirit

for the forgiveness of sins.

Why are you still here?

Hey, Ted.

Where's Jared?

Covering his shift.

No, no.

No, you're not, then.

I don't have any

more money for OT.

Who's going to work?

I'll cover it.

Come on, Ted.

Just let me finish his shift.

Ben, you look like sh*t.

I work for regular pay.

Go home.

Where were you all day?

At work.

I tried work.

You weren't there.

I think your phone died again.

Oh, sh*t.

- I'm sorry.

- It could be any day now.

- Any minute.

- I know.

I'll remember to charge it.

I promise.

I promise, Em.

Flowers are beautiful.

Oh, hey, what did you

do with all the knives?

What?

I found this one

in the dishwasher,

but the rest were all gone.

Oh, yeah.

I got rid of them.

You got rid of the knives?

You know, we shouldn't have

sharp objects around the baby.

Denny, he's going

to be an infant.

He's not going to be

reaching for knives.

It's fine. I'll just...

We'll just get those child locks

and put them on the drawers.

We'll be fine.

Oh, my God.

Will you just use the knife?

Denny!

What is going on with you?

I'm not hungry.

My breath is bad.

I don't care.

I do.

No!

(lock clicks)

(crickets chirping)

(pills rattling)

(water sloshing)

(muffled screaming)

(glass shattering)

The wife.

You know, you

really should invest

in a proper security system.

I mean, even in

this part of town,

well, you can never be too safe.

Upstairs in the master

bathroom, there's a safe.

There's cash inside.

You can take whatever you want.

We haven't seen your faces.

We haven't seen anybody's faces.

That's a nice portrait.

Five-nine, huh?

Being a bit liberal with

our numbers, aren't we?

Doctor, the cold

steel I have pressed

against the back of

your head right now

is a loaded .45 caliber p*stol.

Now, I doubt you know

much about firearms,

so I'm gonna

explain that to you.

If my mate here

should feel so inclined

as to pull that trigger,

the majority of that

big brain of yours

is gonna end up splashed

all over this beautiful carpet.

Now, in order to prevent that,

here's what gonna happen.

I'm going to ask you

a series of questions,

and you, are going

to be completely,

unwaveringly, brutally

honest with me.

Do you understand?

What do you want?

Why are you here?

- Slow down, Doctor.

You're already

diverting from the course.

Now remember, I'll be

asking the questions.

Listen, I need you to

stay focused, okay?

Bring your hands

down. Calm down.

Look at me. Look at me.

Put your hands

down. There you go!

There you go.

What's your name?

Ronald Hendrick Stevens.

What's your birth date?

March 7th, 1976.

- What's your wife's name?

- Katherine Louise Stevens.

What's her maiden name?

Bonnet... Bennett!

(stammers) Bennett!

Bloody hell! (Laughs)

I'm afraid to ask what

your anniversary is, Doctor!

What's your profession?

I'm Director of Research

in Biomedical Engineering.

- And you've held this

position for how long?

Six years.

And tell me, what exactly

is it your organization does?

Presently, we're working

on a cure for amyotrophic

lateral sclerosis...

- The disease, disease,

I've heard your c*ck

gala pitch before, Doctor,

but the thing is, I've asked you

to be completely honest with me.

I don't understand.

Yes, you do.

Your organization receives over

35 million a year in donations,

yet, somehow...

Well, I haven't seen

a single concrete

medical advancement

in the last decade.

So tell me, Ronald...

Why is that?

(Ronald stammers)

(sighs) It's complicated!

Un-complicate it for me!

Well, there's

financial structure,

And there's overhead costs...

- Costs? What kinda costs?

The kinda costs that

get you a house, like this?

In a neighborhood, like this?

And maybe a wife, like this?

This house was a gift!

My family is

independently wealthy!

No! No, please!

Now I'm sorry, darling,

but your husband and I are

in the middle of something,

so I would appreciate

it if you would

shut the f*cking

hole in your face

until we're finished!

- No, please!

You asked me about costs!

I can tell you where

the money goes;

A significant portion

goes to marketing,

and (stammers) there's

programming, and accounts!

It ain't exactly where

that money goes!

Shall I, Doctor?

Now, of that 35 million...

13% (candy clacking)

Goes to administrative costs!

22% (candy clacking)

Is spent on fund raising

and awareness efforts!

29% (more candy clinks)

Is spent on public and

professional education,

which is just a fancy f*cking

way of saying, "lobbyists!"

Now only 15%... (candy clinking)

15% is spent on

actual patient care,

which leaves a very

f*cking generous 21%,

which is spent on the

research and development

into the cure and treatment

neurodegenerative diseases!

Now does that sound about

f*cking right to you, Doctor?

Yeah, that

sounds about right...

But those are necessary costs-

That is bollocks!

That's bollocks;

They're necessary costs

to keep your executives

driving luxury cars,

and prancing around in

nightclubs five nights a week!

For what?

So you get just enough fund age

to keep you and

your lab rats busy?

I have no control over

company expenditures.

Every penny spent on my

behalf, I can assure you,

is spent with a patient's

well being in mind!

Now is it frustrating

for me...

- Oh, it's frustrating, it is?

It's frustrating!

- Do you have any idea

how much work, research,

experimentation goes

into finding a cure?

My hands are constantly

tied by the restraints

of corporate so-called

limited spending caps!

It's just the way that it is!

But you...

You would do it differently?

There is no other way.

The system is flawed!

There's nothing that

I can do about that!

See, that's where I

think you're wrong, Doctor.

When I was five years old,

my father was diagnosed

with Huntington's Disease.

As I grew up,

his health declined,

and I had to watch him

slowly deteriorate in front

of my very eyes until he died.

And that was

almost 20 years ago,

and yet, somehow, today,

we're no closer

to finding the cure

than we were when he died.

Why is that?

Because executives, and

selfish f*cking bureaucrats

see these diseases

as a chance to exploit

and capitalize on the

good nature and charity

of hard-working people, who

give their hard-earned money

to help people like my father!

People who can't

help themselves!

I'm sorry.

There isn't a day that goes by

that I don't wish

that I could do more.

This whole thing is broken.

There's nothing I can do.

Nothing...

Well now there is.

That's 50 million, Doctor.

It's yours.

You're different, Doctor.

You're not like them.

You wanna help people?

Well I'm giving you

the power to do that,

on your own, without

any outside interference.

Now I'm counting on

you to do the right thing,

and I know you will,

because if not...

Well, our next encounter

won't end the same way.

Happy holidays, Doctor.

(tense, mysterious music)