04x02 - Where Did You Sleep Last Night

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TOM: Hey, Jill, can you picture the far wall down here?

Is there a, maybe, like, a door?

JILLIAN: I don't get it. I don't remember any door here.

Did the trick.

This whole deal with your basement is...

Is fascinating.

Do you believe that some things are just special?

(GASPS)

JILLIAN: / just made up this contortionist clown guy, Pretzel Jack.

Who was that woman?

TOM: Her name's Sarah Winters.

We redid their master bedroom.

Did you sleep with her or something?

I'm not your father. SARAH: Hello?

JILLIAN: / called Sarah Winters.

You were involved with this woman?

TOM: I thought we were done with this.

JILLIAN: Why do I feel so f*cking sure something's going on?

You came here with your mind already made up.

(SCREAMING)

(CAMERA CLICKING)

Yes, I'm sure.

FRASER: You don't know this man.

I don't know him. No.

McPHILLIPS: You can't give us any specifics?

How many times does she have to answer the same question?

She already said she was in shock.

McPHILLIPS: What were you doing at Jason's?

I just dropped by to say hey.

He's our friend.

He's your friend I thought.

I didn't know that you guys were close.

Okay, you know, I'm sorry. Um...

Is she under suspicion here?

I mean, do we need to get a lawyer?

FRASER: A neighbor saw a man covered in blood.

Said he had some kind of white mask or makeup on.

I think you know who he is.

And I'm really curious why he didn't hurt you.

Um... Think we're done.

(DOOR CREAKS)

IAN: Hey. (GASPS)

You okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm... (DOG BARKING)

That was just our pug.

Pug.

Dogs are the emperors.

What?

The wrinkles on their forehead.

It makes the Chinese character for prince.

And a group of them is called a grumble.

I was thinking, you know, maybe we should get some sort of, like, a neighborhood watch type situation going on.

Yeah?

I just heard what happened.

Sorry.

I can't imagine seeing something like that.

I don't even like to watch it, you know, v*olence on TV or anything.

What did he look like?

Um...

I... 1 couldn't really see.

You ever try lucid dreaming?

You can train your mind to control your subconscious.

So, you could fast forward, rewind.

Sometimes the answer's already up in your head.

I'm, uh...

I'm gonna take off.

You have a good night, yeah?

Take care of yourself.

(GRASS RUSTLES)

JILLIAN: Do you believe in things we can't explain?

What do you mean?

Like ghosts?

Life after death?

Or just... things that can't be explained.

No.

No, I don't believe in supernatural sh*t.

Nothing sticks around (EXHALES) after this.

People exist.

Then they don't.

(WHIMPERS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

JILLIAN: Hi.

Hello.

Hi, I'm Jillian.

Jillian Hodgson.

I used to be Jillian Hope.

My mother and I, we...

(GASPS) Oh, my God.

You lived here.

I met you when you were this high.

Was that 20 years ago?

I raised my own daughters since then.

Um, I just moved back here not too long ago.

I was just in the neighborhood and I was wondering if...

Oh, come in.

Thanks.

ILDA: All happy memories here.

For the most part.

Can't be perfect.

Your dad, is he the same Bill Hope that does the neighborhoods? Willow Court and all that?

You see the signs around.

Yeah, that's... That's him.

Not a lot of willows in those photos though. (CHUCKLES)

Well, they stopped work on that one I think.

Good.

Do you like matcha?

I drink five cups a day.

I'm afraid to Google and see if that's healthy or not.

Would you mind if I took a look at my old room?

(PHONE RINGS)

That would be my daughter.

One sec. Sure.

Oh, hi, Pam.

How are you doing?

Oh, that's great.

ILDA: Jillian, where are you?

I was just going to the restroom.

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

SARAH: Okay, oh, it's him. I'll see you guys on Saturday.

Hi.

Hi, bubsy, yeah.

What is that?

There's a good Dino.

Come on. That's a good boy. Yeah.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

TOM: You doing okay?

Hey...

Hey, it's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay.

What are you thinking?

(SIGHS)

Jill, talk to me.

(EXHALES)

Why did you go to his house that night?

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

Are you upset?

No, it's...

It's just the cops said it seemed like you weren't... saying something.

Um...

You know, I'm... I'm not really sure what to think.

(SIGHS)

(SOFT CLICK)

(JILLIAN SCREAMS)

Tom. Tom, he's upstairs.

He's in the bathroom! I don't know.

He was staring at me.

TOM: Who?

JILLIAN: He's looking right at me!

TOM: Stay back.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

JILLIAN: Don't... Don't...

(DOOR CREAKS)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

CARNACKI: So what exactly do you mean by "became real"?

I know how it sounds, but that's what I mean.

He became real.

Well, let's talk about that.

JILLIAN: So, I made him up as a kid.

I drew these little stories about him.

And then when I was eight, when my dad left, he came out of a door in the back of my closet.

Not in my imagination.

In reality.

So let's talk about what Pretzel Jack represents.

When your father left, this figure became real.

And losing Jason made you think about him again.

So do you think that this figure feels more real to you when you're in distress?

You're not accepting my premise.

I just want to steer you back to talking about this.

Well, I want to talk about Pretzel Jack.

It's related.

All right, now our time really is up.

If you want to make an appointment to see me...

You're not listening to me.

...this week, we can maybe do tomorrow or Friday.

But I'm going to suggest...

Listen.

...Xanax for the day and Ambien for sleep.

You know, no. No. f*cking forget it. No.

Listen, redirecting your distress into anger...

I'm not redirecting, okay?

And I don't need prescriptions.

I need someone to listen to what I'm saying which is what I'm paying you for.

I am listening.

JILLIAN: No, you know what? f*ck this.

I'm out. I'm done. Jillian, if you would just reconsider, I'm...

Hey.

Hey there.

‘Sup?

I wanted to maybe talk about this neighborhood watch situation.

(CHUCKLES) And say thanks.

For what? Just... being nice the other day and listening.

You try lucid dreaming?

Not yet.

Hey, uh, you wanna kombucha or something?

Uh, sure.

You study this?

IAN: Yeah, yeah, I learned Portuguese last year.

It's a warm culture, so they...

They have more words about intimacy.

Like there's a word for the tender scratching of a lover's head.

Really? Cafuné.

Cafuné.

Cafuné. (CHUCKLES)

I always wanted to learn more languages.

I always felt like I had so much going on inside my head and I never... had enough words to explain it.

Hmm.

I guess that's kind of how I'm feeling again these days.

(SIGHS)

Forgive me if I'm being too forward, but, uh, does that maybe have something to do with your door situation?

You can tell me.

Um...

I don't know if I can.

It sounds crazy.

Well, I promise I won't call the men in white coats.

(CHUCKLES)

Here.

Try me.

Um...

This person or... thing that came out of our basement.

That's what k*lled our friend, Jason.

I saw it.

Somehow I...

I think I created him or invited him maybe.

I made him up when I was a kid, and then... when my family was going through a really bad time, this figure appeared.

You're sure it was the same figure?

He's, um, pretty distinctive.

He's a contortionist clown.

Contortionist clown.

Yeah.

The laughing shadow.

What? The clown.

The clown. Lives only in the present.

He doesn't understand past or future. He's a...

He's a healer, a guardian.

Wait, so if Pretzel Jack att*cked your friend, I mean, why would he do that? Was he... trying to protect you from him, or...

We had gotten into this huge fight about Tom and...

Well, the details don't matter, but it just...

Sometimes I feel like no one is listening.

And I feel like I'm trapped and there's this frustration and anger and...

So you were angry at your friend.

And then he got k*lled by Pretzel Jack.

Yeah.

Is there anyone else that you might've gotten angry with recently?

Oh, sh*t.

What?

I need to go see my therapist.

Are you okay?

Are you?

What's going on?

Sorry, she... She thought she left something.

Are you Tom?

Send me Where should I go?

I said send me Where should I go?

(GROANS)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

VANESSA: You shouldn't have gone to see the baby like that.

You crossed a boundary.

So can you talk to her?

I don't think what Sarah is doing to you is right.

But if she's trying to protect her family, it's not really my place to disrupt that.

Tom.

(SIGHS)

This is a safe place.

You know that, right?

There is an ocean inside of you.

And you can rest at the bottom.

Find the silence there.

Use the silence.

You and only you are the author of your own reality.

He looks just like me.

I know.

Come on.

Yeah.

Find your silence.

I'm going to feed my fish.

(DEEP BREATHING)

Guess Tom's not home. Ah.

Maybe that's good.

You know, after that little excursion I wouldn't mind finishing our conversation if you want.

Yeah.

You know, I was thinking. It's funny.

It didn't occur to me at first, but... you weren't the only kid who had to invent a sidekick slash guardian.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, when I was a kid was... kind of a weird little runt, I guess.

And I was an only child. I hated my mom.

Spent all my time alone drawing and, uh, I drew myself a friend, right?

He was this... He was like a kid.

He was super tall.

He was, like, taller than any adult.

He had this big, scary face so nobody would mess with him.

He was my best friend, like, in the world.

Just like your Pretzel guy.

What was his name?

Yeah, I called him Tall Boy.

Tall Boy? ‘Cause he was tall.

(CHUCKLES)

My crayons were also my friends, though.

Your crayons?

Oh, yeah. My crayons were like my crew.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Crayons, like Crayola Crayons?

I mean, I was like four, so.

You mind if I ask you a question?

Yeah, go ahead.

Do, um...

You and your husband, do you fight with him alot?

No.

I mean, all couples fight.

We have some things we have to figure out, but it's just part of being married.

Yeah.

Is it?

I mean, at a certain point, you, uh, realize you can't solve all your problems with sex.

(LAUGHS) Yeah.

I don't know sh*t about marriage, I guess. (CHUCKLES)

Are you an only child?

Yeah, I was.

You know, I am, too.

Only children, scientifically more imaginative.

Especially those with unreliable fathers.

Someone told you about my dad.

Oh, I mean, he's got signs all over the place.

He's still around here building subdivisions and stuff, right?

Yeah, so I've heard.

You don't talk to him?

No.

He made his choice.

What choice?

To leave?

Well, imagine my father's situation.

On one hand you have your family.

The woman you married, the daughter you took to soccer practice every weekend.

And then on the other hand you have your other family.

The one that you've been hiding from the first family for the last 10 years.

I'm sorry. I...

I didn't, um...

I should go home.

Yeah. Thanks for this.

Okay. Yeah. Anytime. Anytime.

I'll see you around, yeah.

Yeah, yeah. Hey, have a good night.

You too.

(SIGHS)

(LAPTOP RINGS)

SARAH: Hey, Tom!

(BABY COOING) Tom!

Tom, I know you're there. I can hear you breathing.

I know that was you at the playground yesterday.

If you ever come near me and my family again, I'll call the police!

Stay away from me and my family!

Stay away from me and my family!

(ELECTRICITY SURGING)

(KETTLE WHISTLING)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMING) (g*nshots)

(GASPS)

(GRUNTS)

(GASPS)