05x13 - Living Nightmare

[bunniefuu]

[Indistinct chatter]

Sure, I can cover your patient, too, but, um, there she is.

Hey. Hi.

Look, first thing, I love you.

Well, that's good.

But this is going to be the third time this week that I do this.

No! I know, I'm sorry.

But half the staff's got the flu, half's got some kind of respiratory virus.

I just can't get out of here.

Not even for lunch?

We can go to the cafeteria.

But I gotta work a double.

Is this even safe?

I mean, I don't understand the medical profession, and I feel like doctors and truck drivers--
truck drivers?

And pilots, you know, they should get the most sleep, you know, not the least.

[Chuckles]

Well, we get vegetarian lasagna today, ehhh.

Help.

Somebody help me. Hey, what's the problem?

Sir, just calm down!

Did something happen to you? He had a Kn*fe.

Why aren't you listening to me?

Lock the door.

Call the police.

You should definitely call the police and get security.

[All talking at once]

Sir, we need to examine you. No!

Yeah, let's do that right now.

Ok, why don't we examine you.

Whoa!

Help me get him to a chair.

He had a Kn*fe. He had a Kn*fe.

He won't stop slashing! He just kept slashing!

[Woman screaming]

Can we get security down here?

He just kept slashing! His eyes!

Get him to the ER, get him to the ER now.

Are you gonna be all right?

You have to stop him!

You have to stop him! Where is security?

There was an officer in Peed's talking with a social worker.

Call over there. Just get someone who is armed.

Won't do any good.

They can't stop it.

Stop it? Do you know what happened to him?

They can't save him no matter what they do.

He's a dead man.

Child, whispering: Can you see us?

[Indistinct chatter]

Why aren't you listening to me?!

Please! Hey.

How is he? I don't know.

The ER doctor took over.

They want to sedate him, but they say he's got to talk to police.

Ok, well, you should talk to him first, or get me in there.

Wait, did you see something?

Something and someone. I had a vision.

I saw someone with a Kn*fe.

Just like he said.

Except it was a woman. She was screaming and bleeding.

Do you think someone else was att*cked?

Did he say anything about a woman?

No, but, I mean, he's in shock.

Oh, boy. Right this way, officers.

He said someone is after him. The patient's this way.

Did you see the person holding the Kn*fe?

I think it was a man.

Do you think you could describe the woman in the vision to the police?

Dirty blond hair, an intense cut on her forearm.

I don't even know if she's still alive.

All right, that's the something you saw.

What about the someone? Ghost.

In his thirties. It was kind of hard to make out.

But he wasn't cut, he wasn't bleeding, he just looked awful.

What is he, a third victim?

Or the attacker. Maybe someone that the guy--

Robert, his name's Robert.

Ok, maybe somebody that Robert k*lled in a struggle.

Wait, he didn't even know it?

I mean, like, he was being chased and didn't know?

All I know is that the ghost said there's nothing anyone could do.

And that your patient Robert is going to die.

Is he?

I don't know. It's tough to tell.

With a Kn*fe wound, sometimes you gotta open them up and see the damage.

Ok, well, you need to get to him before he gets into surgery.

That woman could still be out there.

Yeah, and she might still be alive, right? Ok.

[Indistinct chatter]

So he's stable. I'll notify the O.R.

I'll be back, Dr. Myers.

Hey, Wesley.

What's going on in there?

Dr. Meyers is just finishing up the exam.

He's gonna be fine.

They're not going to open him up?

No, we checked him out.

He's got lots of abrasions and some moderate lacerations.

Nothing that looks like a Kn*fe wound.

What about all that blood he came in with?

Well, like I said, he's pretty banged up.

Anybody know why?

He keeps talking about some guy with a Kn*fe.

Maybe he got knocked around pretty good trying to get away.

I really need to talk to him.

Those cops are waiting to talk to him, too, you know.

Yeah.

I need to talk to him first, so could you hold them off for about 5 minutes?

You got it. Thanks.

Hey, Mr. Wharton, how are you doing?

Who are you?

I'm a doctor. Well, actually I'm the guy who threw you in the wheelchair when you first came in here.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's just, I'm so tired.

It's probably the adrenaline. You know, it spikes and then your body crashes.

They said there's nothing wrong with me.

No, not too much. Nothing serious.

Look, this att*ck you've been talking about...

Was there anyone else who got hurt?

Anyone else?

Someone who was with you.

You know, a woman, maybe?

Ah, I don't know.

All right.

Mr. Wharton?

Do you mind if I call you Robert?

Look, Robert, someone saw a woman being att*cked with a Kn*fe.

Where?

Well, that's what I was hoping you could tell me.

You came in here, you haven't been cut by a Kn*fe, but it turns out this woman was.

It wasn't a dream.

Wait, you know what I'm talking about?

This actually happened?

Robert... Who was she?

Who was she?

Can you tell me anything about this att*ck?

Look, where did it happen? Were you inside?

Were you outside, were you in a building?

Tell me any sounds you heard, anything.

The night was just so dark.

I just wanted to shut my eyes.

I thought, please, could I just shut my eyes?

Hey, man, it's the middle of the afternoon.

This went on all night?

I don't know.

Who did this to you?

What the hell happened to you?

Robert, where were you before you came here?

Where am I now?

You're in the Rockland memorial hospital.

Who are you?

My name's Jim, I'm a doctor.

You don't remember coming here, do you?

I wake up in places, and I can't remember how I got there.

Was I sleeping?

Just now, was I sleeping?

No, it's like you're blacking out.

Yeah.

I guess so.

I think so.

Robert, I'm going to ask you a very important question, all right?

You came in here covered with blood.

Was that blood yours?

I don't know.

Robert, tell me. Did you hurt somebody?

Somebody you knew, anybody?

A woman? Did you?

No, no, I wouldn't. I couldn't.

I hope not.

Am I awake?

I mean, is this place real?

Are you real?

You see?

It's in him now.

Ned: It's in him now?

What does that mean?

Melinda wasn't exactly sure, and the ghost didn't stick around to explain.

Where is she?

She's giving Eli the local ghost update.

What do I do?

I want you to find out everything you can about Robert Wharton.

You mean, about people he knows who d*ed.

Yeah, but especially the one we hope didn't.

The woman she saw getting cut.

Yeah. So look at his friends, ok?

But don't rule anybody out.

And see if anybody's gone missing in Grandview.

If not, nearby towns, ok? I'm on it.

Thanks, man.

Hey, so is detective Blair.

She must have gotten Melinda's message.

All right, you hear anything, call me.

Ok.

Thanks, man. Take it easy.

So you're sure that this is the man you saw?

Yeah. That's the guy I saw sleeping on the bench.

And you didn't see anyone with him, near him, menacing him?

No. But as he was curling up to go to sleep, I noticed he might be hurt.

So I asked him if he was ok, and he looked at me like totally lost.

And I pointed out the blood.

That's when he ran away.

When he realized you saw the blood.

Yeah.

Excuse me. Sorry, detective Blair.

But I was here when the guy you're talking about was brought in, and he told us he was being chased.

Yeah, by someone with a Kn*fe.

I didn't see anyone.

And I'm telling you, the person he was running from was me.

And then what happened?

I followed him. I lost him for a few minutes, but then I saw him ducking into the hospital, and...

Here I am.

This guy walks into a hospital screaming he's been att*cked when he's the attacker?

It's a possibility, that's all I'm saying.

I've heard about throwing suspicion onto someone else, but come on, be smart.

Only do it after the police are onto you.

Or this guy Robert could have had some kind of psychotic break.

Yeah, and really believes everything he's saying.

I really don't think he has any idea what he did.

And, you know, we have no idea what he's capable of.

All right, well, can you check his records?

Find out if he's under psychiatric care?

Maybe he went off his meds.

He had nothing on him. No wallet, nothing.

Only information we have is his name and his blood type.

And the blood that was on his shirt, they're testing it, so if there was a second type...

Then he might have hurt someone else.

The woman you saw. Or the ghost, right?

I mean, there is one dead person in this scenario?

The ghost said you can't save him.

Maybe he meant Robert should fry for what he did.

But even if he k*lled both of them, that's unlikely.

So...Look, I'm not sure.

But I don't think this guy meant to hurt anyone.

I mean, he seems like he wants to help.

Good.

'Cause I want to talk to him.

We sent officers over to Robert's place of employment and his apartment.

He was fired weeks ago. What happened?

Well, over the course of the last few months, he became erratic and aggressive.

Then he just stopped showing up for work.

That'll get you canned.

Did you find anything in his apartment?

Yeah, I mean, did anyone see him with a woman?

A woman who he might have hurt?

The neighbor said he had a girlfriend, Helen Reeman.

They lived separately, but she stayed nights with him.

She was him all the time.

But no one has seen her in over a week, including the people at her job.

Yeah.

I don't understand.

If I'm not hurt, why am I still here?

Yeah, well, we think you're still at risk.

You said you've been blacking out, right?

I guess, but I don't--

can't remember.

We're just going to run some tests and see if there's a medical reason for it. Or...Anything else.

[Chuckles]
Like I'm crazy?

I mean, it's what you're thinking, isn't it?

Do you think you are? Could that explain some of the things you've done?

What have I done?

Who are you?

Hi.

Um, Robert, this is my wife, Melinda.

Sometimes she does special counseling for certain patients.

I don't know what's happening to me.

Detective Blair: What's happening is your girlfriend is missing.

Helen Reeman.

Do you know who we're talking about?

Helen? Yeah.

Of course.

You came in here talking about a man with a Kn*fe.

The doctors think you may be delusional, but I just think you might be confused.

And the man with the Kn*fe was you. That sound right?

Oh, my God.

Helen.

In my dream, I saw a Kn*fe, and it was slashing at someone.

There was blood.

I heard a woman screaming, saying, "stop!

Please stop, I'm begging you."

Then she said she loved me.

She was bleeding.

Then it was just so quiet.

Next thing I knew, I woke up and I was covered in blood.

He k*lled his girlfriend, and he doesn't remember it?

He must be out of his mind.

Yeah. Or out of his body.

Aiden! Hey.

Here's your snack. How was school today?

Good.

Is there anything you want to tell me about today?

Maybe just one thing? Hmm, nothing.

Can I eat next to my game? I'm playing.

Sure.

[Chuckles]

Andrew Wong got a crayon stuck in his nose.

Ooh. Is he ok?

Yeah, he's fine. It was purple.

Well, there you go.

[Chuckles]

Honey, it sounds like you got your hands full.

The ghost, the m*rder*r.

The missing girlfriend we still haven't found yet.

And the demonic twin. Tell her about that one.

Yeah, he's not a twin.

It was a vision, and it was that guy Robert.

The patient and maybe m*rder*r?

Yeah. He was holding a Kn*fe and had this very hollow expression.

And goat's eyes. You know how goats have the slit pupils that go sideways?

Mm-Hmm. They're satanic.

Ah! How did Satan get brought up in this conversation?

The ghost said it's in him now, right?

Maybe what's in our patient isn't some kind of psychosis.

Yeah, or maybe he was just in shock, or had some kind of brain tumor.

I mean, the delusional state that he shared with me...

Or he's sick with something worse.

Something evil.

I don't buy it.

'Cause you don't believe evil exists on its own.

How do you explain the shadows? The bad parts of people left over when they go into the light.

Aiden's seen it. Ok, Ned.

Stop. I know this is what you're into, and I know you're studying the occult because you're trying to help people--

I'm studying it because I find it fascinating.

Because both of you showed me there's more in this world than what you can see.

Why can't you trust what you saw?

Because ghosts are unreliable.

Look, I don't even know who this ghost is.

Let's just start there. Ok, who's the ghost and how is it related to Robert?

Ok, fine.

Robert isn't married.

He has no children, and his mother is dead.

What about his father?

61, and alive.

His name's Rudy, and he works downtown.

Maybe he knows your ghost. Yeah, thanks.

[Cell phone rings]

Where is it? Oh.

Hello?

Jim: There's a Jane Doe in the morgue, and she's got lacerations on her arm.

[Elevator dings]

Maybe Robert should identify her.

It was his girlfriend. I think he's just trying to help.

They can't let him, it's police procedure, he's a suspect now.

Besides, he's just dehydrated and confused, exhausted.

I can't believe he hasn't passed out yet.

I can't believe I haven't, either.

Yeah, what shift are you on?

I can't remember.

Why isn't Robert passed out?

That's a good question.

Every time he tries to fall asleep, or he's about to, he gets agitated.

He goes in and out of being confused, being himself.

It's strange.

So she either jumped off a bridge or she was pushed.

So if she d*ed from a fall, then why did the ghost show me a Kn*fe wound?

Maybe Robert went after her with a Kn*fe before he...

Can I see her face?

It wouldn't help. She's unrecognizable.

Any of these wounds look familiar?

I saw one cut, but not enough to identify her.

See anything else? Any visions?

No.

Her hair looks similar.

Lighter, maybe.

What's weird is if Robert k*lled her, then where's her ghost?

I don't know.

Maybe she forgave him and crossed over because he wasn't himself.

A few months ago, this guy had a girlfriend and a job.

And then he just loses his mind, starts blacking out and he kills her?

She wouldn't go out like that. She'd be worried about people.

Maybe even Robert. Yeah.

Hey, I'll be out in a second.

You can see me.

Who are you?

He's not dangerous.

Robert? Are you his girlfriend?

He wanted to be with her forever.

He didn't want to hurt her.

Hurt her?

[Door opens, closes]

Is that you in there?

Or are you just someone else that he hurt and didn't mean to?

I'm still tired. Isn't that strange?

Other spirits say they can't feel anything, but they're wrong.

'Cause I can see how sad or lonely they are.

And they still love just as much.

I want to help you.

Really, I do.

114.

114, don't go in 114.

Is that an address?

Is that where you d*ed?

You know, just talk to me.

Do you know Robert?

Can you stop him from hurting anyone else?

He won't hurt anyone else.

He's going to die.

There's nothing anyone can do about it.

Wait, another spirit said exactly that same thing. A man.

Do you know him?

You can see me.

He's not dangerous. He wanted to be with her forever.

He didn't mean to hurt her.

Right.

114.

114.

1...14.

How do you know that ghost even knows our ghost? Or our guy?

I don't even know if our ghost knows our guy, much less that ghost.

Is it me, or does it sound like we're rapping about a bunch of nut bags?

All these people, and when I say "people, "
I'm including the dead, sound totally whackadoodle.

Yeah, I've dealt with crazy ghosts before, but this one's different.

What makes you so sure?

It all happened so suddenly with Robert.

The living nut. Right. A few weeks ago, he was totally normal.

And then all of a sudden, he becomes violently insane.

Define "normal."

I mean, you said yourself, the ghost's girlfriend was totally nutty.

I never said it was his girlfriend.

Hey, guys. Hey.

What's going on?

Well, Robert's being scheduled for an MRI, and we're going to check for any kind of brain abnormality.

Till then, he's being transferred to the psych ward.

I can keep an eye on him there.

Or you could talk to his father.

That was my next step. He's here.

He's signing commitment forms.

And, uh, he's not alone.

That's Robert's father, and Robert's girlfriend Helen Reeman.

Eli: Are you sure? Yeah. I met her.

They came in together. They're both pretty broken up.

Was she injured?

No. She said he wasn't violent.

She said he was agitated, but then he just shut himself off.

She swears he never hurt her.

So why couldn't we find her?

Where has she been?

Ah, looking for Robert.

You know, he stopped returning phone calls, and then about a week ago, he's gone.

They had met in Providence, so that's where she was.

She was checking out old haunts, talking to his friends.

While he and his devil buddy were roaming Grandview getting bloody.

Look, I'm glad that she's alive, but...

Is she's not the Kn*fe victim, then who is?

You know what, I don't think there was one.

The blood work came back on his clothes, and there was only one type on it--his.

And there was this witness, the skateboarder kid.

He said he saw a guy completely disoriented falling down, totally agitated.

Which would account for the blood, but what about the woman?

And why was he running in the first place?

If he's in that state, could he maybe see a ghost?

Well, let's not forget Mrs. loopy down in the morgue.

Why are they both predicting his doom?

My guess is that MRI's going to come back with a big, honking death sentence.

Are the results in? Could it be a tumor?

He hasn't even been scanned yet.

You talked to his dad.

Is there any history of mental illness in his family?

It's a dead end. Robert was adopted.

Nobody knows anything about his birth parents.

So much for getting the skinny from his family.

I'm not so sure about that.

The ghost said that we couldn't save him.

Maybe it wasn't a thr*at.

Maybe he was worried about him.

You're his father, aren't you?

Yes.

I wasn't there for him.

He needs me now.

[Screaming]

Melinda: Thank you. Ned: Thanks.

You said the ghost was close to the guy?

Their foreheads were touching.

And Jim said that the patient had the same nightmare, of someone slashing a woman with a Kn*fe.

That sounds about right.

It sounds about right for what?

They call it threading.

I found 3 different references to it in the library.

Why is it called threading?

It's when a ghost weaves images or visions into the mind of a civilian.

A civilian?

Someone who's not a sensitive, like you or Aiden.

It's supposed to be easier with physical proximity.

How easy?

Well, you don't have to suppress a person's consciousness, like with possession, but it does take lots of energy; the kind of energy you need major motion to get--

hate, anger, love.

Or guilt.

Well, that depends. How much guilt?

Well, in my vision, it was from the point of view of the slasher.

If I had slashed someone, I'd feel pretty guilty.

Then again, I'm not a slasher.

Maybe the ghost wasn't, either.

Which begs the question--

why did he say, "he needs me."

Why would he need his son to see him slashing someone?

And who was he slashing? I don't know.

It wasn't Robert's girlfriend. I don't think it was the ghost I saw outside the morgue.

Why?

'Cause she wasn't cut or bloody.

And you know what, it was something else she said.

She said, "he didn't mean to hurt her, "

not, "he didn't mean to hurt me."

Then who's the victim? Yeah.

Who's the woman outside the morgue?

Why are so many of them crazy?

No, I don't mind you asking at all.

Frankly, I wish the hospital had sent someone sooner.

I know they're busy, but, you know.

God forbid you have an issue that doesn't fit into one of their neat little boxes.

Like Robert?

Yeah.

Here.

Have a seat.

Although, to be honest, I'm probably more mad at myself.

For what? Well, I never asked the tough questions until my son started...

Till things went so wrong with him.

Do you mind describing what happened to him?

Well, first it was simple insomnia.

It started a few months ago.

He couldn't sleep.

Nothing would help.

You know, exercise, pills, warm milk.

Nothing.

And then the nightmares started.

I heard it in his voice.

We'd talk all the time.

He was different.

And it affected his work.

Pretty soon, he lost his job.

He started to wander off, disappearing from home.

Like he did when he showed up at the hospital.

Helen, his girlfriend, she left her own job to try and help, but it was no use.

The longer he went without sleep, the worse it got.

You said you didn't ask the tough questions.

What questions were those?

I don't know if you have your own kids, biologically, I mean.

None that I know of.

Anyway, I have to imagine it's different when you have your own.

You never worry someone will come along and lay claim to him.

Was the adoption problematic?

No, I don't mean, you know, literal claim.

I mean, what if your child decides he wants to connect with his own people?

And, you know, what if he discovers he has more in common with them than with you?

You were afraid of losing him.

So when we adopted, they asked if we wanted to know Robert's family's circumstances.

And I said, no, no, I didn't want to know.

That all changed when he got sick.

Of course, and I had to know.

I wish I'd known sooner.

Known what?

Robert's parents didn't choose to give him up.

It wasn't up to them.

He was a ward of the state.

Was this, by any chance, because Robert's father had k*lled his mother?

How did you know that?

It's hard to explain, but I promise I will.

Do you have any paperwork I can see?

Melinda: I understand that there are privacy issues, but I was hoping you'd still want to help the family.

You're forgetting that I'm retired now.

Especially considering the gaps in your report.

What gaps?

Robert's adopted father is how I found you.

You were the social worker on the case.

Yeah.

Well, you left his birth father's cause of death blank.

But then you said it was listed in appendix d, but there is no appendix d.

So maybe it fell out of the file.

That's when I realized that the pages prove that nothing's missing.

See, appendix c is on page 13

and appendix e is on page 14, meaning that there was never an appendix d.

Was there?

What do you want?

I want to know what's missing from the report.

What do you know so far?

His birth mother, Marlene, she d*ed of uncontrolled bleeding due to cuts on her forearms. And his father, Vernon, he was found on the floor in a motel room babbling incoherently.

Yes, he blamed himself one minute, he blamed his wife the next.

He also blamed demons.

Yeah, there was talk about demons.

And then he d*ed in a psychiatric ward not much after that.

Ok, you say you worked with the hospital.

Is Robert sick? Yes.

Why?

Is he suffering from insomnia, by any chance?

[Sighs]

What else is missing from that report?

No one would have adopted that boy if they knew the truth.

The truth?

That his father k*lled his mother.

That he was insane.

Because psychosis is genetic.

Because at the time, it seemed like the worst thing you could pass on to a child.

At the time? Was there something else?

The doctors didn't even know that the disease existed, not until there was another death in the family like Vernon's.

A woman, Robert's sister.

Extremely rare.

It's called fatal familial insomnia.

And if a parent has it, you have a 50% chance of inheriting it.

So how is it treated?

It's not. There's no cure.

The body can't live without rest.

Yeah, for a few weeks, months at the most.

After that, psychosis sets in.

Organ failure.

And death.

Eli: It says in the obit Lane Dokes d*ed of an undisclosed illness.

[Cell phone beeps]

Yep.

That's Robert's sister.

It's the ghost I saw outside the morgue.

She was 24.

Her father d*ed in his early thirties.

Kids got split up after that.

She went into foster care and Robert got luckier.

Yeah, if you call that luck.

Coming down with a fatal disease that I wouldn't wish on my worst ex-girlfriend.

When she said he didn't mean to hurt her, she was talking about the father.

When she said he wasn't dangerous...

She meant her brother.

Yeah. Obviously, she's still very confused.

That's what happens when most of what you remember from your final days is hallucinatory.

Poor dead Looney tune.

Yeah, I have to tell Robert.

Mel, tell him what?
"Hey, good news, "you probably didn't k*ll anyone.

"Bad news is visions that made you think you did, "are little home movies of dad k*lling mom.

"Oh, and by the way, he and your sister went bonko and d*ed of a fatal disease that you inherited."

[Electricity flickering]

I gotta call you back.

[Sighs]

[Baby crying]

[Electricity flickering]

[Babies crying]

Wake up quick, before it's too late.

[Breathing heavily]

[Gasps]

Hey, hey, hey, whoa.

Are you ok?

[Indistinct chatter]

Depends on which Melinda you're asking.

Sorry?

I'll explain later. What's going on?

Robert's gone.

Gone-gone?

Yeah, they searched the hospital. He's nowhere.

He's disappeared.

His name is Robert Wharton. He's a patient.

Melinda: There you go. Thanks.

I just needed some air.

We're sorry to add to your worries.

There's no cure? You're sure?

There's no cure?

That's what we've been told.

And you think his father is haunting him?

Why?

Maybe to warn him. We're not sure.

[Sighs]

What's awful is this is the first thing I've heard in weeks that actually makes sense.

When you get used to your boyfriend's boss calling, asking if he's drinking for breakfast.

Do you mind telling us what happened before he disappeared?

You mean after he lost his job?

He started calling all times, day and night, asking strange, bizarre questions.

Sometimes he'd accuse me of things.

He sounded paranoid?

At first I thought it was a bad case of cold feet.

Cold feet?

We'd just recently talked about getting married, maybe even having kids.

Did he ever tell you about dreams he may have had?

Hallucinations?

Yes.

A lot.

The second he would close his eyes, or sometimes even when his eyes were still open, he would see these creatures.

Uh, I don't remember what he called them.

Demons?

That's right. Demons.

Do you know what that means?

Vernon, his birth father, said that he saw demons, too.

I thought they were all just delusions.

Are you telling me that they weren't?

Hey. Hey.

Did you find anything?

Yeah, Robert's brain scans just came back, and, um, they don't show any physical damage or abnormalities that would explain the symptoms.

So he has it. It's in his blood.

How else would you explain the insomnia?

[Sighs]

Wait.

How long does he have?

Whoa, whoa, listen.

This doesn't mean that he has FFI.

We don't know that yet.

There are tests that can better determine that.

But even if he has the disease, there are remedies for these kinds of things.

You know, treatments.

Obscure stuff that no one knows about because the disease itself is so rare.

Look, there's always hope.

Excuse me.

You're making a bad mistake. You need to leave him alone.

Your son is sick.

Those doctors will make him worse.

How?

They're gonna try to make him sleep.

He needs sleep. He's gonna die without it.

No. Sleep is what they need.

Who, the doctors or the demons?

Look, in my vision it said that I had to wake up before it was too late.

Is that because that's when the demons come?

They come when your guard is down.

They wake up when you go to sleep.

No, no!

Stop!

[Grunting]

Uhh!

[Grunts]
[Groans]

Uhh!

[Sobbing]

114.

114.

That's the motel room where she d*ed.

What were you doing there?

I wasn't myself.

Do you understand? That wasn't me.

Of course not. It was a sickness.

No. It was them.

They got inside me.

The demons?

My son needs me before he goes to sleep and before they get him, too.

[Indistinct chatter]

[Sighs]

Forget your keys?

[Gasps] Robert.

You scared me.

Why are you hiding like that?

You must be exhausted, too, huh?

So tired of this.

I was--I was so worried.

Why did you run away from the hospital?

I'm afraid.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

But you have to--

I'm afraid of myself, all right?

What do you mean?

I can't control it anymore.

What?

The things in my head.

Robert, there's something I need to explain to you, ok?

Sit down.

So I am going crazy?

Because this thing?

But the doctors think there might be treatments.

Which is why you have to go back to the hospital.

No.

I don't like it there.

I don't...

Robert, please.

No, no. I don't want to hurt you.

I don't want to hurt you.

You won't. I know you.

Listen, I just--

I've got tea boiling and I've got to grab my purse.

Just come inside. No, no.

I can't. I'm--I'm scared to be alone with you in there.

Ok, then just wait.

Wait here.

I love you.

I love you, too.

[Clanging]

[Horns honking]

You can end it, Robert.

Just one step.

Take it, take it.

Hey.

I just talked to detective Blair. There's no sign of him.

So how long can he live without sleep?

Well, he may not have to find out.

What do you mean?

I did a little extra research.

It turns out that the root cause of FFI is a thing called a prion protein in the brain.

It's related to mad cow.

But we checked Robert's blood samples.

And it's not there?

Well, the test isn't conclusive, but I'm starting to think this guy does not have this disease.

Which of course raises the question, why the hell's he staying up all night?

I think our answer's right in front of us.

Well, in case it isn't, I'm gonna keep checking with our staff neurologist.

Oh, have you seen Robert?

No, why? God. Where is he?

No, no, no. What happened?

I told him the truth about his disease.

No.

He promised me he would come back and get help, then he disappeared.

If you know where your son is, you have to tell us.

Even if you found him, you couldn't help him.

What do you mean?

Think of his options.

Insanity and then death.

Or just death.

Is that what you chose?

You went to that motel to cage your own demon, didn't you?

I don't understand.

I had a vision with demons, but they were me.

Just like the demon that was in Robert's room, it was a version of Robert, and you saw that, too.

You knew that something wanted to hurt your family and that's why you locked yourself away.

But you wanted to make sure that it would never thr*aten your family again.

And that's why you took the Kn*fe.

114.

You said not to go there, but that's because you never stopped wishing that your mother had stayed away.

How did she know where he went?

I remember her dialing...

And dialing.

She called all of our friends.

[Hangs up receiver]
All of his family.

She called hospitals. She called the police.

I have to find...

And then she called the bank.

I tried the hospital.

And they told her that was the last place he used the credit card.

That's how she found you.

It's very hard to remember.

In my vision I saw you swing that Kn*fe up and away from her, like you--

I didn't want her to take it.

I left the door unlocked and she came and she saw me. Stop, please.

She knew what I was doing there.

[Sobbing]
Give me the Kn*fe.

I need you to go!

Please.

She saw the Kn*fe and she tried to take it, and I didn't want her to take it.

I was just trying to keep it from her, that's all.

[Grunts]

Don't. No.
[Grunts]

Stop.

Ahh!

I didn't know that I'd cut her, I just wanted her out so I could finish what I started.

[Sobbing]

And then I shoved her out the door.

No!

After that, I'm not sure what happened.

She was... She was crying.

And I wouldn't open the door.

[Sobbing]

I'd hoped that she'd gotten away from me.

That she was finally safe.

And with me gone...

We'd both have some peace.

[Groans]

He didn't mean to hurt her.

No, of course he didn't.

You're right about that.

But what I don't get is if Robert isn't sick, why did you suddenly start haunting him?

Because he wasn't sick yet.

He was talking about having children.

You heard him. And you thought--

he was worried our kids would inherit it.

And you wanted to make sure that would never happen again.

Where is your son?

He doesn't have to die.

[Sighs]

Robert, wait.

Please wait.

Stay away from me. Both of you.

You don't have to do this.

I don't want to. I don't, but...

What if I told you that you're probably not sick?

I have to be.

Why else can't I sleep?

Because someone won't let you.

Someone?

Someone who loves you.

Someone who's been very confused for a very long time.

Look, you thought that you could keep your son awake by threading images into his thoughts that would keep the demons from getting him like they got you, but you're wrong.

And they never got you while you were asleep because you never slept.

No, I remember. I...

I'd wake up. I would have done things.

You may have had blackouts, but you never slept.

You couldn't have. You had a disease.

Is my father here?

Yes.

And your sister.

Robert, please come off the ledge.

Please come back to me.

But the plans we made.

Even if I'm not sick, what about our kids?

This thing is still in my blood.

Don't you know, one of the reasons I fell in love with you was hearing you talk about your family.

How thankful you were for having parents who wanted you so badly.

They didn't know what I was.

And I do.

And I...Love you.

Robert, I want what your parents wanted.

I want a family. And I want it with you.

Please.

Please.

[Sniffles]

Well, they're gonna keep him under observation for about 24 more hours.

And that's just to be sure.

Well, something tells me he's gonna be ok.

You two can go now if you're ready.

Say good-bye to him for us.

Mom's waiting for us.

They're gone.

That is beautiful.

What, all that love?

No, all that sleep.

[Laughs]
You poor thing.

When's your shift over?

It should be over about now, but I can't seem to read my watch.

You know what?

I'm busting you out of here.

Oh.

[Insects chirping]

Delia said that Aiden was an angel.

He only went downstairs 11 times after lights out.

And hopefully it'll get easier for you to...

Sleep.

♪Falling apart is breaking ♪
♪With every ghost I'm chasing ♪
♪Is it a chance I'm taking ♪
♪I can't lose ♪
♪Oooh♪