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♪ Oh

There's that old saying

seeing is believing,

that somehow the way our
eyes talk to our brains

is capital F fact.

Our mouths lie, our ears can't be trusted.

Our other senses are shit, basically,

but the eyes...

♪ You leapt from crumbling bridges ♪

♪ Watching cityscapes turn to dust ♪

♪ Filming helicopters
crashing in the ocean ♪

♪ From way above

♪ Got the music in you, baby

You can see me well enough, right?

I'm nothing special,
just another bag of skin

roaming around, life playing out

like one of those sad old country songs.

No daddy, no money, no
sweet, shiny love to save me.

♪ Kisses on the foreheads

♪ Of the lovers wrapped in your arms ♪

♪ You've been hiding them
in hollowed out pianos ♪

♪ Left in the dark

♪ Got the music in you,
baby, tell me why ♪

♪ Got the music in you,
baby, tell me why ♪

♪ You've been locked in here forever ♪

♪ And you just can't say goodbye ♪

It always feels

like an answer, doesn't it?

Close your eyes and anything is possible.

The moment you wake up, reality.

♪ You've been locked

♪ In here forever

♪ And you just

♪ Can't say goodbye

So much for fairy tales.

Starve, see if I care.

Good morgin', Bessie.

Be careful, Dad.

Living dangerous today.

Are you okay?

Here, just sit, okay?

You think you can get
Argus to come over here.

He doesn't listen to me.

He was never my bird.

Not that one.

Latched right on to your
mother as a hatchling.

Kindred spirits those two.

Stubborn and stubboner.

We still joke about who
you take after, her or him.

I'm worried that he's not eating enough.

A thousand eyes but unable
to see what's good for him.

He'll give in when he's hungry.

Well, since I know you's here,

I will go wish my bride a blessed day.

I thought I saw my mom this morning.

I was coming in from
feeding my peacock Argus

and I coulda sworn I saw her watching me

from the kitchen window.

Go on.

When did this come about?

This all happened so
fast I barely had any time

to think at all.

What is there to think about?

Your father was diagnosed years ago

and we've spent countless clinical hours

exploring your thoughts and feelings

about his illness.

I know.

But this made it real.

It has always been real.

I thought I saw my mom this morning.

I was coming in from
feeding my peacock Argus

and I coulda sworn I saw her watching me

from my bedroom window.

I don't want it to start
all over again, Farmer.

The fantasy that she's still here,

I thought I was done with that.

You are very good at the work

that we do here, Elizabeth.

I better be.

We've been at it long enough.

Go on.

It always interests me how we go on

but we do.

We fucking persist.

We assign meaning to empty things.

We find hobbies to distract us

for a few minutes here and there.

Who are we kidding?

Fuck.

Yeah?

That noise, you can
imagine how disruptive it is

to my work.

I can.

Can you imagine how disruptive
it would be to my work

if I stopped?

I'll be done by 4:00.

Work with me here, sir.

I don't know the first
thing about demolition.

What, no, no, just let me do my job.

Mint?

Do I need one?

Yes.

Russell Hank.

- Ah.
- Hi.

Sorry to call you out
of the blue like this.

Murray told me to try Mrs. Kraftt first

but there was no answer.

There wouldn't be.

Sorry, I didn't know he even
had an appointment today.

I had a cancellation.

I'm only in this area twice a
year so Murray made it work.

Spent most of my career at Johns Hopkins.

Now I make the rounds of
these small rural hospitals.

That's really great.

So what's your opinion of my dad?

Well, we're just finishing up his MRI

and there are some decisions to be made.

What kind of decisions?

I know, who am I, right?

New doctor walks in,

right away he wants to
change the wallpaper.

But I have to tell you, Elizabeth,
the wallpaper is ugly.

Your father's Parkinson's
is not getting any better.

And during this afternoon's tests

I observed some secondary
symptoms that trouble me.

Time to start thinking about
deep brain stimulation.

- It is good?
- It, oh.

Good.

It's a somewhat routine surgery
for Parkinson's sufferers.

We just drill a small
hole in Murray's cranium,

implant a couple of electrodes,

check to see that his motor
functions are improved

and then close him right up.

Worst part'll be the haircut.

Fuck.

Sorry, I didn't mean to say that out loud.

Don't apologize, Elizabeth.

It's one of my favorite words.

Housekeeping to--

Everyone calls me Bess.

All right, Bess.

Sure you wanna go home

and discuss this with your family.

But what does my dad think?

He won't do anything

without your and Mrs.
Kraftt's approval.

There is no Mrs. Kraftt.

Excuse me?

I, my mother passed away 10 years ago.

I wish I could stay and eat with you

but my Ocular Anatomy and
Physiology class starts tonight.

Ooh, sounds boring as hell.

I know.

Then why are you going?

It'll be good to have a marketable skill.

Careful, turn the heat down a bit.

I told you I'm not eating.

But your mother is.

This is exactly what Dr.
Klienart was talking about.

You're sick.

I'm well aware of that.

In the head, Dad, dementia.

One of the many joys of Parkinson's.

And the fact that you refuse to accept

that Mom is gone is proof.

She's dead, Dad, gone, dead.

I've told you many times she's
right here, alive and well.

Yoo hoo, over here.

Look, I'm shaking more than you.

But it's the right thing.

Afterwards everything will
be different and better.

Dr. Klienart is sure of it.

Yeah, well, when a guy
wants to go poking around

inside your head, you
better do one hell of a job

selling the advantages.

Why don't you put it off awhile, Murray?

You have time.

Let's stop being so gloomy.

I'll be fine, right?

Better than ever.

And if not, everything has an end.

Only the sausage has two.

Great.

Oh boy.

I'll be upstairs.

Where are your coveralls?

Please put them back on.

Please?

What's your problem, man?

I'm on the spectrum

and I was raised
Pennsylvania Dutch.

I, too, am a connoisseur of beef burgers.

I highly value their
uniform size and quality.

Never thought of it like that.

I just saw it as another
way to kill myself.

Are you suicidal?

I damn sure hope so.

Whatever you don't finish
I would like to have.

My mother always gave me

the same advice.

She'd say, "Russell,
stop being so difficult.

"You're only gonna end up lonely."

And she was also

the most difficult, lonely
person who ever lived.

Biology is destiny.

I was being accommodating.

You were flirting.

I'm sorry I'm late.

Oh that's okay.

Noonan, exam room C.

I refuse to put up with that sauce box.

Isn't it wonderful, Bess?

Some day all this will be yours.

It is wonderful.

Dr. Smithson.

Doctoral
Candidate Smithson you mean.

Jesus, Farmer, what's with all the noise?

What can I do for you, Dr. Shine?

I'm calling to invite you

to the Templeton reception tomorrow.

I cannot participate.

Come on, Farmer,
I'm trying to help you.

You could mix and mingle, network.

Just make an hour of
nice with the schmucks

who pay your rent.

I believe in you.

I wouldn't be your advisor if I didn't.

I'll consider it.

Put yolk in your hair, dear.

Bess, pull over.

There's something I need
to talk to you about.

This may sound odd, but
I'd like to do this alone.

What, what do you mean?

This disease doesn't make
me feel like much of a man

most of the time.

But it feels very manly to
walk into brain surgery alone,

very John Wayne.

Stop it.

I wanna go with you.

No, you don't.

You and your mother as so much alike.

Were, Dad, were.

I'm going to be awake for this whole thing

and it will be over before we know it.

So let's treat today

like it's any other

and when I come out of
surgery and I'm good as new,

we'll come back here and celebrate.

Can you do that for me?

Can you do that for me?

Happy Birthday, Bessie.

I completely forgot.

Thank you, Papa.

So you've been attempting to kill yourself

for the past four years
and have yet to succeed.

Well, the goal isn't death exactly.

Evidence suggests.

I just can't seem to figure out

a better way to disappear.

What do you mean "disappear"?

I don't know.

I just always had this feeling

like I was supposed to be invisible

but somehow I ended up like this.

Interesting.

$40 a session and you will be

invisible by summer.

Are you a doctor?

Not yet.

Technically, you'd be a research subject.

No way am I sharing my feelings with you.

Nor I with you.

Empathy is a daily struggle for me.

Order and logic are my methodology.

Are evenings good for you?

Are you deaf?

Said I'm not interested.

I'm not deaf.

I wanted to give you this before I left.

It's for the rest of the semester.

Thank you so much.

Are you liking your class?

Are you learning anything?

Well, it turns out I
don't know the first thing

about ocular anatomy.

Well, if you ever have any questions,

you know where to find me.

Mrs. Kraftt?

Is he still unconscious?

Yes, but I want you to know

I couldn't be more optimistic
about Murray's recovery.

His vital signs are good,
all of the lab results

and brain scans indicate
he's in excellent health.

Can you really go blind
by staring at the sun?

Well, the retina is a delicate thing.

I have to admit, meeting
you has me confused.

Your daughter told me--

That I'm dead?

I know.

It's been a million
theories over the years

but nothing sticks.

And everyone in town has
pussyfooted around her

for half a lifetime.

She's been here.

We discussed Mr. Kraftt's
operation at length.

She can see her father just fine.

I'm the only invisible person

in her life.

We live in the same house, we
eat at the same dinner table,

we park in the same garage

but she can't see me or
hear me or even sense me.

I simply don't exist.

Well, I have never come
across anything like it

in all my studies of the brain.

Why, she should see someone.

I'm, I mean, a specialist.

Has she had her vision charted?

- A brain scan?
- We've tried everything,

gone everywhere, done everything.

She has been seeing someone in town

who's taken her on as
like a special project.

She seems to have stabilized.

At this point a cure just
seems out of the question.

Will you shift a little?

You're pressing on my ribs.

That's birth trauma.

Breathe through it.

I'm really sweating.

That's amniotic fluid.

It's to be expected.

Now you're doing very good

and you've spent the last nine months

preparing for life.

So when you're ready,
start to push your way

into the world.

Focus.

- Head stayed up and breathe.
- I'm dying under here.

Oh, what's wrong?

I cannot have a wrongful death lawsuit.

It would greatly jeopardize my research.

No, no, I'm not really dying.

It's just an expression.

Here, come back here.

I'll be born again better this time.

Not tonight, Elizabeth.

Rebirthing takes too much out of me.

Please, Farmer, I'll do
anything to get better.

This thought keeps going

around my head lately

that maybe I'm already dead

and that this is some
delusion of existence.

Heavy, right?

Good God,
I'm full of shit.

♪ Ah ah ah ah

♪ Ah ah ah ah

♪ Set me free

♪ Ah

So I'd expect you to roll your eyes

if I went and told you about a girl

and her tree house in the sky.

If I told you that that girl
believes her mother is dead

simply because she can't see her.

♪ Am I ah

But you see that girl, don't you?

All fair skin and red hair.

A smile for everyone to cover what's numb.

That right there, that's truth.

♪ Set me free

♪ Set me free

♪ Ah

And I'm supposed
to make sense of this instant?

Oh no, no, knowing
about someone, you know.

♪ Ah

But I'm telling you this feeling right now

is as real as it fucking gets.

♪ Set me free

♪ Set me free

Look at that patty.

Perfectly round, perfectly flat.

Burgers were my mom's signature dish.

They were awful.

The only time she fixed them

was when one of her boyfriends was over

and she was too caught up to
pay any attention to the grill.

I, too, have childhood memories of beef.

It was my job to milk
the cows each morning.

You grew up on a farm?

I did.

Had I stayed, my
condition would've made me

an excellent farmer.

People think you need
an affinity for plants.

But success simply relies
on accurate calculations,

soil composition, weather,
acreage, et cetera.

Why did you leave?

My parents died when I was six.

That's when I moved here.

At what part of town?

I just told you, here.

Bitch of a commute.

Not at all.

I simply walk up.

I was joking.

And what are you doing here?

It's a long story.

I've been all over.

But there's a lotta work
for a demolition guy

in these parts.

And do you enjoy your work?

Sure.

I get to take something solid

and make it like it never existed.

A magician of sorts.

It's hardly magic.

And your family, where are they?

Who's Elizabeth K?

Your therapy partner.

Okay, I told you
I'm not doing therapy.

I have yet to tell you to do anything.

Group therapy is one of the
last courses of treatment

I have yet to try with Elizabeth

and I believe the two of you

- will pair off nicely.
- No, no, you see,

you don't understand.

I wouldn't be good for
anyone's mental health.

Please never again make an assumption

about my understanding.

I'm offering my help.

I'm not a charity case.

Correct, you are a medical case.

Look, I know you hate it when I show up

without an appointment but I
really need to talk to you.

Yeah, I'm gonna go.

No, no, wait.

Wait please.

Before we continue,

I would like to introduce you to Russell.

Who's that?

Well, ask him yourself.

Okay, when will he be here?

It's not another one of
your research assistants

is it, Farmer?

I can't sit for another one
of those practice intakes.

Hi, hello.

Russell is your group therapy partner.

Stop being rude.

Say hello.

- Wait, I told you
- Really?

- I'm not doing group therapy.
- Wait, group therapy?

Are you guys fucking with me?

Not at all, Russell.

Who are you talking to?

Can she not see me?

Can you not see him?

Are you mocking my dad?

The most important person to me

is the sickest he's ever
been and you're making fun

of the fact he sees
people who aren't there?

I was speaking directly to Russell Hank,

the tall young man that is
standing right across from you.

You know what?

I should really be at the hospital.

I dare say, Russell,

this is a highly significant development.

Holy shit.

You're a genius.

I'm finally invisible.

ID please.

♪ Who knew you'd like to do

Look at that.

Happy Birthday.

♪ Love so strong

Birthday, huh?

Well, let's party.

Tequila.

Uh, shots aren't really my thing.

Well, they are tonight.

Keep to the well liquor and clocks it.

Normally,
I would see a girl like that

and my mind would start to race

with all the things I was
never going to say to her.

I'd force myself to look away
so our eyes would never meet.

♪ I'll walk so many miles

Oh.

Okay, and another one please.

Can someone tell me

what I'm supposed to do

with the fact that I want to look at her

and look at her and maybe never stop?

Cheers.

Happy Birthday.

Happy Birthday to you.

Consider the
condition of selective hearing

most children suffer from.

One tells a child to do his homework

and he tunes you out completely.

This is selective perception
based entirely in the mind.

You see only what you want to
see when you want to see it.

♪ Do you wanna go walk anyway

♪ I walk so many more

Dr. Smithson.

Hello?

Hello?

Farmer?

Hello, Elizabeth.

I'm glad you answered.

Now, I'm sorry

for walking out on you today.

It's just that everything

that's happening with my dad and--

What is that noise?

Are you urinating?

Yes.

♪ And no shall baby too

♪ We'll never disappear

Mmm.

Oh, Farmer, are you there?

Would you like
to come in and talk further?

No.

I'm at the hospital.

Elizabeth.

Elizabeth.

♪ Till never

I think I'm ready to go.

Oh, come on, stay.

You're the prettiest girl to
come around here in months.

I'll have a beer.

Hey, man, you're blocking my view.

Oh.

Mrs. Kraftt, this is Marnie.

She's here to insert
your husband's catheter.

I suggest you might wanna
step outside for a second.

She's far too pretty to leave alone

with Murray's penis.

He's an awful flirt.

He'll be fine.

Well, sometimes people
just get very tired.

They need to rest for awhile.

Fuck that, Murray.

Wake up.

Hi ya, Papa.

You look horrible.

No offense.

You shoulda seen me today.

I was out on the town living
life like a real person.

Yes?

Here's to another
shit-filled year of life.

Happy Birthday to me.

I'm heading home.

Bess will look after you.

I'll be back in the morning.

Love you.

Floating higher and higher.

Float up and away.

Floating higher and
higher and higher, higher.

Floating, floating, floating, floating,

floating, floating, floating, floating.

Everything around me is like a tunnel.

Unreal.

As if your train is
floating, floating, floating,

floating, floating, floating.

I feel.

As if you're dreaming.

Everything around is suddenly unreal.

As if in a dream.

As if in a dream.

Sure, two people

sharing the same bizarre dream

is impossible, impossible,

not able to occur, exist, or be done,

beyond the bounds of possibility,

out of the question.

And yet the impossible
has sure as shit happened.

Funny that now I've gotten
what I've always wanted,

I want more.

Well, well, I'm surprised
to see you up and about.

Are you pouting?

You big baby.

I'm a grown woman.

I do not owe you an explanation

of where I was last night.

Will an apology make you feel better?

Fine, I'm sorry.

You damn well should be.

What is it?

What could the two of you
possibly have in common?

Why is she able to see me?

Am I experiencing jealousy.

I should make a note of it.

Do you think you can ever cure her?

As stated, my immediate goal is diagnosis.

What about me?

What about you?

Do you think you can ever cure me?

I'm sure of it.

How?

Think about it.

From the day you met
me to this very moment,

you are closer to death than ever before.

Paging Dr. Stateman,

Dr. Stateman please.

Oh fuck!

Paging Dr. Bender,

paging Dr. Bender, please.

Just pretend I'm not here.

Murray's contracted a bacterial infection

in the lining of his heart.

He's in a coma.

What, how?

Any surgical procedure carries the risks

of introducing bacteria
to the bloodstream.

Is he gonna be okay?

He's had a stroke.

Is this a joke?

My husband comes in here a
little unsteady on his feet

and now he's a stroke victim in a coma?

Look, don't you dare speak to me.

The last thing I need
is my fruitcake daughter

making a scene right now.

Just so you know, I'll be
watching your every move

from now on.

And if my husband doesn't
make a full recovery,

you're gonna wish it was
you lying in that bed.

I'm sorry, Bess.

Unfortunately even when
we're doing everything we can

there are complications
that we can't anticipate

and that are out of our control.

Don't apologize, Dr. Klienart.

I'm sure everything will be okay.

I hear no voice, I feel no touch.

I see no glory bright.

But yet I know that God is near

in darkness as in light.

I heard that as a kid and
it always stuck with me.

Who knows about the whole God part.

It just always helped me feel less alone.

The surgery gonna come through, my ass.

Pathetic quack.

What were you doing at the bar?

I left my cell phone last night.

You said you were
at the hospital last night.

I was but afterwards
I couldn't bring myself

to go home.

I came by here but your lights were out

so I ended up across the street.

I'm at a great disadvantage, Elizabeth.

I cannot discern deception
as readily as most.

I need to be able to trust you.

You know you can trust me.

- I'm sorry.
- What, what's wrong?

Do I have bad breath?

- You can tell me.
- Wait!

Sit down.

Do you wanna get better or not?

You know I do.

Good.

Good.

Um, I thought

I heard her this morning.

Argus was acting funny.

It is time for us to undertake

a new therapy technique.

Are we giving up on rebirthing?

For now, yes.

I want you to start a journal of sorts.

Oh not crayons again.

No, no, no, no, no.

Do you remember that
Russell character

I tried to introduce to you?

Mmm hmm.

I want you to pretend that he exists.

And for you to speak to him out loud.

Familiarize yourself with
the verbal expression

of your deeply hidden feelings.

But there's nothing
I hide from you.

Oh, I do not doubt it.

You don't?

Should I?

What if someone sees me talking to myself?

They'll think I'm crazy.

Well, are you?

Am I?

This is the weirdest thing ever.

Please.

You know I'll try anything
if you think it'll help.

Pretend he exists.

Okay, what did
Farmer say call him?

Rusty, Russ, I got it.

Ah, Russell, Russell,
Russell, Russell, okay.

Well, let's get started, Russell.

I can't believe people go
looking for a better life

and end up here.

I've never been anywhere.

But I think about going to a grass hut

on a beach somewhere,

somewhere where I
couldn't be disappointed.

I called the hospital this morning.

I told the nurse
I was out of town

before she could ask why I hadn't visited.

I lied.

Do you lie a lot?

And I know I'll act wrong somehow.

Like not sad enough or too sad.

And all those people at the hospital

they'll look at me, Dr. Klienart.

Nobody will know what to do with me.

Do you think I should join Netflix?

♪ I'll be your mirror

♪ Reflect what you are

♪ In case you don't know

♪ I'll be the wind, the
rain, and the sunset ♪

♪ The light in your door

♪ To show you're home

♪ When you think the
night has seen your mind ♪

♪ That inside you're twisted and unkind ♪

♪ Let me stand to show
that you are blind ♪

♪ Please put down your hands

♪ 'Cause I see you

♪ I find it hard to
believe you don't know ♪

♪ The beauty you are

♪ But if you don't

♪ Let me be your eyes

♪ The hand to your darkness

♪ So you won't be afraid

♪ When you think the
night has seen your mind ♪

♪ That inside you're twisted and unkind ♪

Russell, will you fix that?

My dad never really did teach me

much practical stuff.

He musta thought that way

maybe I'd always need him.

I hope you don't think I'm being rude

but I'm not really any good at small talk.

So do you mind if we just
watch some TV instead?

Why someone would do this

I have no idea but as you can see,

it has caused absolute mayhem.

I shouldn't talk that way about work

or about anything really
if it isn't positive.

No one likes you otherwise.

True.

Do people like you, Russell?

I bet they do.

I had a couple of friends.

But when I came back after
working over summer vacation

they all had girlfriends.

You're clever and you're handsome.

And you love your parents.

And you have a firm handshake.

Don't forget the trust fund.

What's not to like?

In the morning, I wanna
introduce you to Argus.

Having another handsome young male around

should bring him down a peg.

Hey, Russell?

Yeah.

Since I'm sure you're
a very faithful person,

will you say a prayer for my dad?

Oh shit.

What if none of this is real after all?

What if it's just some
crazy, made up fantasy

I've warped into
something true in my mind?

I mean, come on.

Look at her.

I'm not the guy who gets the girl.

At least not that girl.

I can't reach her.

Mrs. Kraftt, I tried all
the numbers you gave me.

The overall physical
fitness of the patient,

of every patient is different,
every case is different.

Despite our best efforts,

the outcome is not
always what we hope for.

It wasn't like that at all.

We were just really close.

What else?

My dad left when I was 13.

I had to go out and find work.

I got to know my way
around a piece of wood.

I worked my way up to cabinets
and wainscotting and...

And then I had this moment,

in a massive custom kitchen.

It was the dream.

And I didn't want it.

The money, success, family, any of it.

So what was left?

Me.

Me and the whole load of nothing.

I think I'm probably crazy.

It's my biggest fear actually.

Then I started thinking
what if my dad's Parkinson's

wasn't the reason he
kept talking to my mom.

What if he was mentally ill.

And that stuff runs in families.

I mean, look, I'm sitting here,

talking out loud to some
imaginary therapy doll.

Hello, that's Looney Tunes.

I really don't know if I
know what's real anymore.

Sometimes
I think the only hallmark

of sanity is questioning

whether or not you're crazy.

And if you've ever
wondered, even for a moment,

that you might not be

all there, you're just fine.

But in any case, I still
know exactly what Bess means.

I would like for you

to come talk to me.

I'm kinda busy here, Farmer.

I want the whole area cleared.

Close 'er off.

Come on, let's go.

So you've been following her.

Maybe.

And what have you learned?

Look, it's Bess's business
what she says to who.

Bess?

Everybody calls her Bess.

I'm canceling the experiment.

Leave Eliz, Bess, alone.

Are you finished?

Why would you do that?

Oh, I've got an idea, what do you say

we head back to exam C and
practice some of the stuff

you've been learning in school, hmm?

We could use the refractor.

Sort of a little tutorial session.

I don't know, Dr. Day.

I haven't had much experience

and I wouldn't wanna mess something up.

Oh, get back there.

It'll make Bruce's day.

Oh, it's strange sitting here.

It's like riding in the
back seat of your own car.

Okay.

I'm gonna give you two options.

Number one or number two.

You just focus

on the eye chart

and tell me which option
makes the letters clearer.

Are you ready?

Good, Bess, very professional.

Number one.

Or number two?

Two.

Number one.

Or number two?

Number one.

Number one.

Or number two.

Bess.

What is the center point for
image focus in the retina?

It's a very basic question.

You haven't been going
to school, have you?

I'll pay you back, I promise.

Hello, Bess.

Mint?

You just called me Bess.

Well, that is your name, is it not?

And how is your father?

Oh, he's doing good.

Much better actually.

I just came from the hospital.

That's strange.

Dr. Klienart called here looking for you

and he told me about
your father's condition.

And he is not good.

He's not good at all.

What are you talking about?

Oh!

I've spent the last four years

in this office with you without
taking a penny for my time

because I assumed this

to be a mutually-beneficial arrangement.

Was I wrong to assume that, Bess?

Please calm down, Farmer.

How many times have you lied to me?

How many dead ends did you send me down?

Was it all a lie?

Sorry, I didn't realize that you--

Sorry, sorry, does not help me.

Years and years of falsified research

so get out!

Get out!

You fuck.

I hate that I care what you think about.

Everything, I'm the one that
stole your fucking diploma

because I hate that you
care about your work

more than you care about me

even though I will never
ever fucking love you back.

And I hate lying to Dr. Day.

Really I couldn't give
a shit about taking over

the fucking practice.

I couldn't give a shit about people's eyes

or having a fucking career

or anything like that.

Well, I hate when you touch me.

I hate you always tell
me how smart you are.

And I hate my mother for being weak

and leaving me behind.

Fuck.

I hate my father for giving up on me, too.

Fucking door!

I fucking had no idea how
much I really need him!

Fuck!

Fuck, Dad.

I'm in love with this girl.

That's exactly
what I'm talking about, Murray.

Well, you can't run away

from getting older, Carolyn.

I had her when I was 20.

I never got the chance to be young.

Do you see the way she looks at me?

It's like I'm just a mom.

What do I tell Bess?

I'll be gone.

It won't matter.

Mom!

Mom!

Mom!

Mom!

Every night I dream that I'm a bird

that gets to fly away.

I don't have a name and I look
just like the rest of them.

I'm just leaving it all behind.

I think the darkness

in you is beautiful.

He's real, isn't he?

You saw him?

I definitely heard him.

This is the most important advancement

in our work together, Bess.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you
about my nickname, Farmer,

it's just that I like it
when you call me Elizabeth.

It makes me feel like someone I'm not.

What do you mean?

You cannot be someone you are not.

Now you tell me?

I'm confused.

Yeah, me, too.

Am I crazy, Farmer?

Not as far as I can tell.

Though, as a scientist,
I cannot rule it out

until I prove it otherwise.

He said something to me I've been waiting

my whole life to hear.

What's all that?

That's Russell.

It is?

He's the guy tearing down the arcade.

No, I don't wanna see him.

Wait, Elizabeth.

Please don't tell him
that I know anything, okay?

Not yet, Farmer, promise me, please.

I promise.

Thank you.

Oh hey.

You are upset with me.

I've apologized to Elizabeth
for my regrettable outburst

and she has forgiven me and
I hope you can do the same.

Do you think she wants
to be an optometrist?

That she wants to be your girlfriend?

She even made her mother vanish.

For fuck sake, Farmer.

She'll do whatever anyone wants her to do.

Look at her.

You know what it means, don't you?

The fact that this is nothing
more than a fairy tale.

Some Aesop, Mother
Goose bullshit.

It means I'm cursed.

It means Bess is never
actually going to see me

in real life.

She'll stay just

out of reach forever.

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ooh

♪ Ooh ooh ooh

But maybe this is freedom,

to get what you've always wanted

and have it break your fucking heart.

There's no dream to tie you down anymore.

The shackles are off.

Nothing to do but let go.

♪ When you think to show that you're ♪

♪ That inside you're twisted and unkind ♪

♪ Show that you are blind

♪ Please put down your hands

Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Fuck.

Oh fuck!

Thank you for calling me.

I can't believe
I'm back here again,

the scene of the crime.

The death of your father does not qualify

as a crime, Elizabeth.

Oh, you didn't know?

I killed him.

Yeah, it's true.

The surgery wasn't necessary.

It coulda been put off for
months, years, who knows.

My dad is dead.

My dad is dead.

I can't make it feel real.

I don't know why that surprises me.

I don't know how to feel anything.

That is not true.

You feel everything.

It's an integral part of your problem.

You figured out my problem?

Well, I'm in the late stages
of winnowing hypotheses.

Do any of them address the fact

that the one person who
made me feel something

for the first time in years

is having his wrist bandaged as we speak?

I do not make you feel anything?

You want me to lie to you?

No.

So when you were kissing me

you were merely pretending to enjoy it

'cause you thought that
was what I might want.

I love you.

No, you don't.

You love your work.

And you are my work.

Ms. Kraftt.

Yes.

Your friend is stable and resting.

He's okay?

Yes, but he made it very clear

he doesn't wanna see you.

I'm sorry.

Um, it's okay.

I understand.

Elizabeth.

I think we should break up.

In disease,

Dr. Peter Honeycowell-Kating.

Dr. Peter Honeycowell-Kating.

Remember what you said
to me before the accident

about wanting more?

Did you know that Bessie
has seen the interstate once

in her life.

The only reason she doesn't move away

like every kid she grew up with is me.

There's nothing for her here.

She stays to take care of me.

Well, she doesn't have to.

I'm here.

You know that being strong
isn't one of my strengths.

It's the curse of the Kraftt women.

You have no idea how
strong you really are.

Bess saved my life.

Blew apart all that tough guy
don't need nobody bullshit

and made me want to live.

Just like in a fairy tale.

Maybe there is some magic
in the real world after all.

Yeah, I know.

Come on, you jerk.

Mating season's coming
and if you don't eat,

you won't be able to...

You know what?

You don't have to eat
if you don't want to.

As a matter of fact,

seriously, go,

be free.

Oh.

Argus.

I think the darkness in you is beautiful.

Bess?

I think you might be here.

I can't see you but maybe I can feel you.

Dad was right about everything.

Yes.

Bess.

Your eyes are green.

Yeah.

And my hands are rough and
my fingernails are dirty

and I can't ever seem to get 'em clean.

I'm pretty hairy, too.

I shed a lot like a dog.

And I don't have any
friends or a trust fund or--

What if I told you I didn't care?

I would think you're
lying like you always do.

But I've never lied to you.

Turns out the old saying is wrong.

Seeing is not believing.

Please don't disappear again.

Not with the eyes at least.

They're just a bunch of
rods and cones and jelly.

If you want to talk about
seeing with the heart,

you know where to find me.

I'll be right here with this girl forever.

♪ I wanna line the walls

♪ With photographs you sent

♪ Of you lying in your swimsuit ♪

♪ On the bed

♪ Can't live without your love

♪ Inside me now

♪ I'll find a way to slip

♪ Into your skin somehow

♪ I wanna fuck your love slow

♪ Catch my heart, go swim

♪ Feel your lips crush

♪ I want you

♪ Hold you here my loveliest friend ♪

♪ Hold you here my loveliest friend ♪

♪ Catch my heart, go swim

♪ Feel your lips cry

♪ I want you

♪ Hold you here my loveliest friend ♪