The Midnight Club (2022) s01e02 Episode Script

1
Good morning.
Bad dream?
Why? No.
No, you're just
Sorry.
I'm having doozies, waking, sleeping.
Sometimes I don't even know
if I'm awake or asleep.
They say it's the meds, but I don't know.
Oh, sorry in advance.
This this stuff smells a little off.
Oh, good.
It's Essiac tea.
Have you heard of it?
I mean, they're doing trials now.
A nurse named Rene Caisse created it,
and then she gives it to her patients.
In fact, she
she actually named it after herself.
Essiac is just her last name
spelled backward.
Backwards. Oh.
It's loaded with antioxidants.
Antioxidants.
Among other things.
And it's a modified version,
a different kind of Essiac tea.
A new kind.
Different and a new kind.
Yeah.
I can, uh, make you some
or I have some printouts
if you want to read more about it.
Rachel used to do that
before the white magic
or whatever other magic
she was trying near the end.
She was all about the teas.
Smelt like an armpit in here.
Give it.
Oh.
It's yours?
S-sorry. It it was just
tucked away in there.
I didn't see it when I first unpacked.
You know what?
Tell me more about your tea.
Wow.
This is, um, thorough for good reason.
Burial or cremation?
Religious preferences?
I mean, those are a bit expected,
but the rest of it,
I get it.
Don't want to say the wrong prayer,
play the wrong music,
accidentally cremate someone.
- It's about lawsuits.
- It's about agency.
You deserve agency
over each and every decision.
Anything within my ability
to provide at least.
Amesh.
He requested his body be fired
from a cannon into a shark tank.
What did you say?
I offered him a memorial plaque
at the aquarium.
I'm not Santa Claus.
- Can I take it with me?
- Yeah. Take your time.
How long do you keep patient files?
Your information is safe and private.
- If that's what you're after.
- It's not.
I'm curious about another patient
from a long time ago.
In '68.
Her name was Julia Jayne.
I don't recall.
Really?
She apparently walked out of here healthy.
Oh, yeah, I think I remember
something about that.
Long time ago.
I I would love to know more.
Patient files are confidential.
I I do remember her vaguely.
Misdiagnoses happen.
They're rare, but they happen.
Yeah, I was happy for her.
And that's the last time
I remember thinking about her at all.
Is there anything else
I can help you with?
I'm also curious
about a group that lived here
before you bought the place.
I think they were called the Paragon.
What's that?
More of a cult than a group, I guess.
I just wondered
if you knew any more about them.
I don't, I'm afraid.
Before my time, I expect.
So if there's nothing else,
please do look at that pre-need.
It's important more than you know.
And I will see you later at group therapy.
Sure thing.
Group therapy.
Oh, man.
Pre-need.
Yeah, um
This stuff is, uh
pretty morbid.
Yeah.
I went through, like,
five or six versions of the music on mine,
but you can't do better than Radiohead.
Exit music for a life.
Listen, um,
I feel a little self-conscious
about last night.
I, uh
I I'm thrilled to be a part of the club
or whatever, but, um
I feel like I overshared a little bit.
I'm, um
I'm a smart person.
- I I know that.
- I'm no
I hope I didn't sound like
I was chasing something stupid.
I'm not.
No, you're all good. I totally get it.
You are coming tonight, though, right?
Yeah. Yes.
Good.
"A knock on the driver's
side window makes her jump."
"The woman's gaze
is piercing and lingering."
"We need a ride. Can we hop in?"
"Theresa never picked up
hitchhikers before."
"'I'm Freedom Jack, ' the man says."
"'And my girl here, that's puppy corn.'"
Tristan?
Did you fall asleep?
I'm awake.
I love it so far.
"Teresa nods politely."
"'Wow. Those are names.'"
"Freedom Jack smirks."
"Can't find a rock band
with a name like Chad."
Alienate all the Chads out there.
Lose a key demo.
Squeeze her hand for me?
Yeah. Got it.
How you doing?
The usual.
Yes
Oh, we can get you like a hot water bottle
or something?
- Yeah.
- All right. Okay.
PlayStation.
Sony PlayStation.
It's, um, it's CD based and a big deal
so was Sega CD,
but no cartridges at all.
Game changer.
And I don't know, it might be lame,
but I started with the Atari 7800
and I haven't missed a beat.
And, yes, Genesis, Super Nintendo.
And I'm not going to play the PlayStation.
It comes out in September.
That's like eight months from now.
Not going to play the Nintendo 64.
That's not out until next year.
Yeah, it's, it's lame, I guess, um
But that hurts, man.
That's all.
And I know there's stuff
I should mourn more.
I'm probably going to lose a lot.
My sight, my motor function,
my memory, my life.
So
But, yeah, the PlayStation is on my mind
and it makes me mad and it sucks.
And, yeah.
You asked. That's what came up.
That sucks.
There's just no other word for it.
When I asked you guys,
what do you grieve today,
something from before
or something to come like this,
there's no such thing as a lame answer.
No such thing as superficial.
Who else?
- I'd like to share?
- Here we go.
I'm grieving some of the pets
I'm realizing I probably won't see again.
I had three Portuguese water dog
puppies, a ball python,
and a Hyacinth macaw named MacGyver
because his voice sounded
like Richard Dean Anderson.
Skeptical.
Also, I don't know who that is.
When I was younger,
my mother was in Europe doing a series.
My father was in Romania shooting a movie
with Richard Dean Anderson, actually,
and they sent four Portuguese
water dog puppies,
a ball python and a macaw
You said three.
Three Portuguese water dog puppies.
One died.
And thanks for reminding me.
Okay. This
I'm lost. This might be real.
I can't decide.
Well, grief is not selective.
You'll be surprised
what grief can grow on.
Ilonka, how are you doing?
This first group
can be kind of weird, huh?
- Still getting my bearings.
- Ilonka.
Tell them about the tea.
What?
The tea? It's
See, Ilonka, this morning, she brought,
this is interesting,
a different and a new type of tea. And
you tell it.
- Anya.
- It's, um
It's, um
It's called Essiac tea.
It's a Canadian herbal remedy
Actually from Canada.
Tell him the part about the backward name.
Oh, and the antioxidants.
Dr. Stanton, I cannot believe
that you never thought of antioxidants.
You don't have to drink it,
and you don't have to do this either.
That's what
group therapy is for, right?
Because today
I'm grieving
what my room used to smell like.
Before Rachel,
a girl named Sarah slept in your bed.
She constantly chewed fresh garlic cloves,
chewed and chewed and chewed
like a terminal cow.
And that's one of the harmless ones.
Garlic only stinks.
But I've been here half a year now,
and I've come up close and personal
with my fair share of herbalism,
alkaline diets, magnetic therapy,
ginger, ginseng.
One kid, a lacrosse player,
spent a month trying to get his hands
on Venus flytrap extract.
You all remember that?
And then suddenly Seymour
suddenly seizured.
Then it was acupuncture.
Copping, colon cleansing
turned out to be a load of shiatsu,
oxygen therapy, ozone therapy,
and, no lie, new girl.
You're in therapy.
Do you know what that is?
It's when someone drinks, injects
or takes an enema of their own piss.
That's real.
And someone, won't name names,
used to sit in your bed
drinking their own piss.
Anya.
I seem to recall you came to Brightcliffe
towing a few unorthodox remedies
with you as well.
It's cool.
I get it.
I get it, Anya.
You're a no on the tea.
And a maybe on the piss?
Hello, there.
You dumping the stash already?
So much for the courage
of your convictions.
No, I'm not.
And you know what? I get it.
You're a badass of the first order,
and nobody is as hurt as you are.
And nobody is as angry as you are.
And nobody is dying
quite as hard as you are.
Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker.
You win. Okay?
But I was just trying to get to know you
because we're sharing this space
whether you like it or not.
So fuck me, I guess.
Fuck me for just trying
to get to know you.
Hi, there.
- You scared me.
- Sorry.
I don't often bump into
too many people out here.
- What are you doing?
- I'm, um
You are from Brightcliffe.
You're bottling spring water.
Maybe because you've heard
some whispers about this place.
Yeah, I guess so.
I'm glad to meet you. I'm Shasta.
I'm so sorry if I wandered
onto your property or
Oh no. No, this is all Brightcliffe.
These woods are Stanton's.
That water, though?
Well, nobody can own that.
I live a mile that way.
Just on the edge of the property.
I'm just out for a walk. I didn't
- I didn't hear your name.
- Ilonka.
That is a gorgeous name. That's Hungarian.
- I
- It means light, I believe.
I don't I don't know actually.
It's derivative of Alana,
which is cognate with the Greek Helen,
daughter of Zeus, which also means light.
Sorry, I have a thing for names,
and for ancient Greece.
Well, Shasta's a beautiful name.
Is that Greek?
Sanskrit.
For teacher.
Warm Springs, Georgia.
God's Acre, North Carolina.
Saratoga Mineral Springs,
Ojo Caliente, New Mexico.
I have visited a lot of these
over the years,
but there is something special
at work here.
Stanton doesn't much like people
sneaking onto her property,
so maybe don't rat me out
if you're willing.
The aquifer that feeds
the stream runs for miles.
So it's
It's hard to argue trespassing
and the vortex.
But that's something else entirely.
The vortex?
Healing vortex.
You're sitting in one right now.
There are a few of them around here.
If you believe the legend.
Not a lot of people do. No.
Wh-what do you use the water for?
Tea, mostly.
And we grow our own grapes
for grapeseed oil and chamomile as well.
Whatever we don't drink goes
to the grapes and the chamomile flowers.
The best chamomile, though,
grows a quarter mile that way,
back towards the mansion.
You should pick it.
You can eat it fresh.
The flowers, the leaves.
Perfectly safe.
Maybe better than safe.
How long have you been at Brightcliffe?
I just got here.
Bless you.
It's been a long time
since I met a patient.
They don't wander out much.
Even longer since I met someone so smart.
Smart?
Well, if you're here getting this water,
you must be smart.
You are well named, Ilonka.
You are bright with light
just shining with it.
I hope to see you around, bright girl.
It was nice to meet you.
Oh, yeah. No, I did
a two-mile run this morning.
Yes. I feel really good.
Really, really good. Okay?
And tell Mom that too.
Yeah, but actually tell her this time.
I love you, bro. Hey, behave.
Yeah. All right. Bye.
- Don't.
- I didn't say anything.
Yeah. Your face has a tone.
My face has a tone?
Boys, got any extra morphine?
I've hit my dose for the day.
Definitely not.
You know, we tend to take those, right?
As soon as Mark puts them
in our hand, in fact.
Yeah, well,
I squirreled away a few extras.
Figured you might do the same.
Think you may have a drug problem.
And you were a bitch to Ilonka today.
- I was like one-third of a bitch.
- No, she totally deserved it.
I mean, how dare she make tea?
It's not just the tea.
It's her whole thing.
All right? It's too much.
The books, the herbal shite
stinking up my room. It's
She told us a story about a girl
who walked out of this place
completely cured.
And part of you wants to punish her
for the other part of you
that wanted to believe it.
Don't just stand there, new girl.
We need some help.
These paper cranes
aren't going to fold themselves.
I did lie about that part,
and I apologize. Again.
- Why are we making paper cranes?
- I'm so glad you asked.
He's got this
"Before I Die" list.
- Well, she asked me.
- She asked the room.
I've got this "Before I Die" list
and my "Before I Die" list
is a list of things
that I want to do before I die.
Mm. And making paper cranes is on it.
A thousand paper cranes? Yes.
Uh, there's this ancient Japanese legend
that promises anyone who folds
a thousand origami cranes
will be granted a wish by the gods.
And I've always wanted to try it
ever since I found out about it
this morning from Natsuki.
I knew the moment I said it, I knew.
Why isn't Cheri helping?
- I'm creating ambience.
- Yeah. She's creating ambience.
You're achieving enlightenment.
Now fold, damn you.
- What else is on your list?
- A bunch of stuff.
Finishing my video game is one,
which everyone loves helping me with.
If you hear north, south, east, west,
just walk the other way.
Another one is making it
to my sister's wedding.
So sweet.
- Also, there's hang gliding.
- Never gonna happen.
- Losing his virginity.
- Also never gonna happen.
Amesh, I believe
you can accomplish having sex
while hang gliding
into your sister's wedding.
I like the way you think, Kevin.
Thanks for having my back, Kevin.
Thousand paper cranes.
I don't know if we have
the manpower or the paper.
I'll tell you what, man. If we hit 200.
Does that mean you get a certificate
of participation from the gods?
An attendance for
Fuck.
- Oh, it's okay, Spence.
- Spence, you're okay?
- Sorry. Sorry.
- Are you okay?
- It's okay, Spence. You're fine.
- Are you okay?
- Spence
- It's fine, it's okay.
Hi, um, can we get someone
to the library for cleanup?
Spence got cut?
Yeah, he's on his way to the NP.
Mark to the exam room, please.
Uh, I'm sorry. What just happened?
- Spence cut his hand.
- Right, but
I'm sorry,
but it's just a little bit of blood.
To us.
Not to him.
Spence has AIDS.
Oh.
Stop.
We don't do that face here.
We don't do the "poor Spence" here.
There's a lot of that and worse out there,
but not in here.
Look, I'm sorry.
- I I didn't know.
- I know you didn't know.
But now you know.
Doesn't really matter anyway.
All of us here are dying.
Thing is, I go out for a burger
in the real world,
and I don't have to worry
about someone telling me
bone cancer is a punishment from God.
Nobody's going to tell Sandra
she deserves lymphoma.
But people out there say that shit
and worse to Spence.
Or they lean the other way with the pity.
And it starts with that wide-eyed face
you were just about to make,
that face people make when they hear AIDS.
But they don't make when they hear cancer.
And we don't do that here.
It's all the same.
Yes. Yeah.
I'm sorry.
I wasn't trying to judge or anything.
I feel like I'm doing
everything wrong today.
You know, when I got here,
when I first met Anya,
she drank herbal tea.
She wore wigs. She did her makeup.
She even said prayers.
That's right. Can't even picture that now.
Yeah, but she's seen a lot of death,
I think, even before she came here.
I have a feeling,
so she can be really protective of us,
just in terms of the reality of things.
There's something else under it. Just
give her some time.
She's actually an okay
to good person when she thaws.
Small pinch.
So, Louis is like eating rats.
And Lestat is like,
that is not going to last.
You are going to eat a person.
Then Lestat thinks, "Hey,
maybe we should adopt a little girl."
You know, I told you,
you do not need to panic if you get a cut.
It's not how it works.
And I know you know that.
Just like we know I'm wearing
these rubber gloves to protect you.
Not me.
I'm wearing these gloves,
and I'm using a sterilized needle
so that I don't infect your cut,
not the other way around.
Anyway, Lestat turns this little girl
into a vampire,
and this little girl is crazy.
Like crazy.
You pitch this movie
every damn time we're in here.
- Mm-hmm.
- And every damn time I tell you,
I haven't seen Interview with the Vampire.
And every time I tell you,
you really, really need
to see Interview with the Vampire.
Two of the guys I work with
in my other job,
they caught it sharing needles.
So?
So, it's not just a gay thing,
no matter what some people
out there might think.
Okay. Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise, sure.
I mean, that's a tough choice,
but I got one word for you
Armand.
It's Antonio Banderas.
And he's like
You have got to see this movie.
I promise you'll thank me later.
Armand.
I think he's from Spain.
Sorry. I thought I got everything.
I found this in her desk.
I put a little note in there just in case
you thought, I don't know,
tried to steal it or whatever.
No one's asked after it.
And I'm happy to see
if they mind if you kept it.
If that's something you want.
No, I don't need that to remember.
Rachel's mom should have it.
I'm sure she'll be grateful.
You know, Julian could push
my buttons like nobody else.
Even more than my sisters growing up.
My son could drive me insane,
get so far under my skin.
He was stubborn, overconfident,
full of conviction,
and hated to lose, like me.
All of that, just like me.
And there's nothing that gets
under my skin more to this day
than someone who reminds me
a little of me.
Got one of those
in residence right now, and
and I don't always know
how to deal with her.
Yeah.
Ilonka reminds you a bit of you, Doc?
No, you do. A lot.
You're like a little me.
Only tougher.
Go ahead. I'll be right behind you.
- What did you say her name was?
- Shasta.
- Like the mountain?
- Yeah, I thought that too.
Mt. Shasta in California,
it's actually a volcano.
And there's lots of
Well, there are a lot of stories.
No way that's her real name.
- Well, I've never met her.
- Me neither.
- Anyone else?
- Oh, yeah.
I see her every time I go for a hike.
I suppose you're going to make fun.
But she was right about the chamomile.
I made enough for everyone
if anyone wants some.
Okay, new girl, I'll take some.
In honor of your first official meeting.
Thank you.
So this is it?
I'm official?
You are indeed.
Here's how it works.
The tradition of it, I mean.
First we raise a glass,
water, wine, or miracle tea.
Whatever floats said boat.
To those before, to those after.
To us now and to those beyond.
To those before, to those after.
To us now and to those beyond.
Seen or unseen, here but not here.
Seen or unseen, here but not here.
So, welcome to your first official night
in the Midnight Club, Ilonka.
- Who's got one?
- I do.
It's a little dark, kind of funny, maybe,
really different from my last one.
It's about a girl with stars in her eyes.
A girl who wanted too much.
A girl who yearned to be anyone
but herself. I call it
"The Two Danas."
Dana was perfect.
And not just the perfect dancing.
She was a perfect student.
The perfect daughter.
The perfect friend.
The perfect girl.
She grew up in County Kildare in Ireland
until she got a scholarship
to the big American Ballet Academy, BABA.
and her family moved to Wasteville,
where everyone wasted their lives
working and going to school.
Bill was her best friend,
knew Dana better than anyone,
and he worried about her.
Because only Bill seemed to understand.
The perfection came with a cost.
Yeah.
But Dana didn't want to be perfect.
Dana wanted to be like the other kids.
Dana wanted to make out, smoke pot,
drink herself stupid, and be normal.
Hell, some nights she just wanted
to eat a cheeseburger
and not worry about her weight.
Every night
Dana would wrestle with herself,
and every night, Dana would ask God
to free her of her desires.
But at the same time,
she asked the universe
for those same desires to be fulfilled.
Hello.
You prayed?
I answered.
- God.
- Oh, no, honey.
One thing you can take to the bank
is that God doesn't answer.
God never answers.
The devil for real.
- First of all, hail Satan.
- Okay, not funny.
Second of all, Spence,
she's not what people say.
Well, I'm not what people say.
We're also complicated.
We're all so many people. Really.
Like an entire dance company
stuffed into a little pair
of pointe shoes.
They say dance. Don't miss a step.
It's not possible when it's so crowded.
You know that.
I know that.
And deep down, they know that too.
They just lie.
Perfect, Dana.
That's what they expect, isn't it?
But there's another Dana in there,
looking out from behind your eyes.
I see her.
I feel trapped all the time.
Of course, you do.
What they expect of you.
Well, it's just too much for one person.
It's two times too much, isn't it?
- How about we change the math?
- What do you mean?
Another you.
One you, who's student, daughter, dancer.
Another you.
For sex, drugs, and rock and roll.
A perfect double.
You can be inside both bodies
at the same time.
You can experience everything
the other one is experiencing.
You can have your cake and you can eat it,
drink it, smoke it, snort it.
And fuck it too.
- You've done this before?
- Sure.
But full disclosure, once it's done,
it can't be undone.
I'm not that great
at putting things back together.
What do you want in return,
my soul or something?
No.
No contracts, no conditions.
I don't need to barter for souls.
That's propaganda.
No catch.
You're in charge here, not me.
Look, I don't lie.
Look in my eyes. Look.
You're not lying.
Will it hurt?
No, I don't hurt people. Never, in fact.
So,
why don't you take it for a spin?
Enjoy the ride.
Oh, my god.
Holy shit. This is wild.
- Can you?
- Feel what I'm feeling?
- It's like being in two places at once.
- Being in two places at once.
- Stop doing that. Stop copying me.
- Stop copying me.
- Holy shit. You know exactly
- Exactly.
- what I'm going to say.
- What I'm going to say.
Mint Chocolate Chip. NWA.
Summer before junior year started.
Nikki Banilla's behind the bleachers.
Whoa.
Now, you might think the two Danas
had plenty to talk about,
but the truth is they didn't have
a single thing to say
because it would have been like
talking to yourself.
But they did get into an argument
right away
about who got to go to the rave.
In the end, it was decided that,
let's call her Dana Two, would go.
The reasoning being
they'd both experience it anyway.
- Take this.
- We don't need that.
- For insurance, okay? A 911 means
- Call back ASAP.
We don't need this.
- Anything you think? I
- Think it too. I know.
We don't need to speak either,
- but here we
- are.
I'll take it.
Just in case.
And with a pager and a promise,
the two Danas went their separate ways.
Need anything?
No. Almost.
Love you.
Love you too.
I love everything.
This was it.
This was the freedom Dana
had been searching for her whole life.
The sweet, sweet release
from the prison she was born into,
the prison of herself.
And that's when Dana knew
she was never going back in again.
The guy she met
just happened to be a musician.
She didn't know if he was any good, but
He was headed for the big city on tour
and she decided to go with him.
Popcorn, sweetie? Okay.
Whoa.
Hmm.
Everything okay?
Mm-hmm.
If we had to pick a turning point,
the night Diana lost her virginity
in the same room as her parents was
probably a contender.
That was rather dramatic.
Dana Prime told Dana Two to chill.
There was no room to fuck up
the big audition.
This was the year they were finally
going to be the principal
of her dance class performance.
But the thing was,
Dana Two was starting to develop
a bit of a habit.
You okay?
No, I'm good. Everything's fine.
- We promised we wouldn't do that.
- What?
We promised when the rest of the world
was shitty and fake,
that we at least never lie to each other.
Something's going on with you.
I just want to help.
Bill.
Hey, hey, what's going on?
What's going on?
Hey, hey. Hey.
I'm sorry I'm sorry.
Dana knew she had to put a stop
to this. But the question was how?
Since Dana Two had learned
how to drown her out,
she'd have to make herself
a little bit louder.
Don't you
Would you like to accept
a collect call?
Yes.
I'd say it's good
to hear your voice.
But I hear it all day long.
It's time for you to quit your shit
and get it together.
- Or else
- Or else what?
If I say I thought
we were smarter than this
clearly, you didn't think this through.
You bitch.
Yeah. We are a bitch.
Try this again and I'll make you wish
we were never born.
The two Danas
had reached a stalemate,
and it wasn't long before both of them
hit rock bottom.
Dana Two ended up addicted
and living on the streets.
And things weren't much better at home.
We tried and we tried
but we don't know what to do anymore.
We found a place that you can go.
Dana knew rehab wouldn't fix
her problem, but she smiled and said
Okay.
Her parents were relieved.
But Bill knew.
He always knew when Dana was lying
and it broke his heart.
Later that night, Dana stole her dad's gun
and her mom's car keys and took off
because Dana knew the only way
to put a stop to this,
the only way to end this nightmare
was to kill Dana Two.
And the second she reached
this conclusion
her double did too.
What's the matter?
Scared? You afraid?
If I'm afraid, then so are you.
That's true.
But it was your idea to drive here
and kill me.
It was my idea. You gave it to me.
At least we recognize
that we both have each other to blame
for our mutual problems.
That's a start.
The truth is
Truth is, I just want to come home.
You know that can't happen.
One of us has to go.
And since I was here first,
I should be the one that gets to stay.
What are you talking about?
I was here first.
So sorry for your loss.
My leg! My leg!
I actually met the other Dana.
Speaking of, which one are you?
I
I don't know. I don't know.
Please, I just want to go back
to who I was before.
I couldn't do that if I wanted to.
I hurt people.
My family
my best friend.
This isn't me.
I wasn't I wasn't like this before.
Well, you were, though.
I didn't change a thing about you.
I didn't change a hair on your head.
I just gave you a vehicle.
Like I said,
I don't need to barter for souls.
I have a line out the door every morning
before I even open the shop.
Trust me when I say
this is the you that you chose.
She called out
for the devil many times
throughout the rest of her life.
But the devil visited only in her dreams,
always the same.
Dana would see her own face
in the ink on the devil's back.
And every night she'd wake up wondering
which Dana lived in her body
and which Dana lived in hell.
Because the one that died,
she went to hell, all right.
And the one that lived, she felt it all.
And every night she wondered
who had it better.
Well, I've known you for a while,
or I thought I did.
But now I feel like I really know you.
And I just want to say, and this is going
to sound lame or whatever.
No, it's it's okay. Go ahead.
Thank you. Thank you, Anya.
Thank you for opening yourself up to us.
And I don't know, just, thank you.
Hey.
- Can I tell you something else?
- Of course.
Fuck off.
I don't know how I thought
they would go any different.
What are you doing?
Jeez, sorry. Sorry.
- Are you following me?
- No. Well, yes, I did.
I saw you walking in the
opposite direction of the dorms.
- I thought you might be lost.
- That was
That was like a year ago.
You didn't say anything?
I considered it.
But you were far enough away.
I didn't want to wake anybody up.
And then I was
I just missed that window of opportunity.
And then I was just following you.
And then I thought it'd be
really creepy if I called out now,
because I've been following you
for so long,
but you clearly aren't lost.
You're breaking into Dr. Stanton's office.
Do you know what you're doing?
I actually have no idea.
I'm just thinking back
on what I've seen in the movies.
It's not like there's a lock-picking book
in the library.
- You checked, didn't you?
- Shut up.
Is that a credit card?
- It's a library card.
- Well, that's just so on brand.
I think if I can push the card down,
I can get it between the door and the jam.
If I can rotate the tongue of
the screwdriver, I might just be able to
Can I try something?
Dr. Stanton is a lot of things,
but paranoid isn't one of them.
So if this works,
just know it's because she trusts us.
Which should make you feel
really, really guilty
about whatever you're going to do next.
93, 91, 89.
What are we looking for?
- Patient records.
- Whose?
Hello, Julia.
Thanks for the help.
Could you, uh, could you tell me
what you're looking for in there?
You know what? Yeah, I think I am.
- Hello?
- Shit. Nurse Nancy.
- What?
- Get out of here
and don't get caught with the file.
- Someone down here?
- Yep. Yep.
Hey, sorry. It's Kevin.
- What are you doing?
- I was, I was having trouble sleeping.
Just some pain. I tried the intercom,
but it wasn't working.
I was hoping I'd be able to walk it off
on my way to see you.
But, uh, you think you could help me out?
Who's there?
I'm starving. I'm starving.
Oh.
Sorry. Hey. Hey, it's me.
Jesus. Sorry.
Are you okay?
What the actual fuck.
All I can say ♪
Is that my life is pretty plain ♪
I like watching
The puddles gather rain ♪
And all I can do ♪
Is just pour some tea for two ♪
And speak my point of view ♪
But it's not sane ♪
It's not sane ♪
I just want someone to say to me ♪
Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
I'll always be there when you wake ♪
Yeah, yeah ♪
You know I'd like to keep
My cheeks dry today, hey ♪