All language subtitles for Chasing Sleep 2000 (full movie) 1003

CHASING SLEEP

Hello?

Susie, hi, it's Ed.
I'm sorry I woke you up.

- Is something wrong?
- Eve is not there, is she?

- No, she's not there?
- No. She didn't come home after work.

Oh, no. Didn't she call or anything?

No. She was supposed to be home around six.
I cooked her dinner.

Well, could she have gone anywhere else?

- I don't think so. Do you?
- I don't know.

I'm little worried.

- I bet. Well, I mean, did you call Harborview?
- No. Do you think I should?

Yeah, I mean, if she got into an accident
or something, they would take her there.

You don't think that's overreacting?

Don't be silly. I mean, just call them.
It can't hurt.

Alright. But if she comes home later

and it turns out to be nothing,
don't tell her I called the hospital, ok?

- Alright, call me back.
- Alright.

Harborview.

Hello, I wanted to find out if someone
had come in. In an emergency, maybe.

Hold on.

- Emergency room.
- It wanted to find out if someone had been brought in.

- What's the last name?
- Saxon. Eve Saxon.

- Are you relative?
- She is my wife.

One second.

No. No one with last name Saxon.

Are there many other hospitals
that I could check?

Well, we serve as the emergency room for
King County, so unless they specified a hospital,

they would have been brought here.
In an emergency.

Okay. Thank you.

- What happened?
- Nothing.

- Jeez. Did you guys have a fight?
- No. No.

Did you called the school?

Yes, while ago. But there nobody
answered the phone.

- Well, it's not like her to not call, is it?
- No, she would have called.

- Well, why don't you call the police?
- The police?

Well, maybe they know something?
Like if she was in an accident.

It's going a little far, don't you think?

I don't know. I mean, if you're worried...
It's not like the police have anything better to do.

I guess. OK. I'll call you tomorrow.
Sorry to wake you up.

It's OK. Call me tomorrow.

- 911 emergency.
- I don't think this is an emergency.

What's the problem?

My wife hasn't come home

and, I don't know, I wanted to check with the
police to see if there was an accident.

When was the last time you saw her?

This morning. She was supposed to come home
from work, but she didn't.

- When does she usually get off work?
- Around six. Usually.

- She hasn't called since then?
- No.

Do you have any idea where she might have gone?
Maybe to a friend's house?

I don't think so. I called the only place
I could think of.

But you are expecting her home.

Yes. I cooked dinner.

I could send a police officer to your house.

Do you think it's necessary?
Maybe I should wait.

- Until when? It's five in the morning.
- Maybe she went somewhere.

- Where?
- I don't know.

- Sould I be worried?
- I would be.

Yes, I'm worried.

So, do you want me to send
a police officer to your house?

No. I don't think so. I think I should wait.

Do you think she's going
to be coming home soon?

I hope so.

So do I.

- How long are you going to wait?
- A little longer. I think I may be overreacting.

She might have gone somewhere I can't think of.
Well, you know, sometimes I worry too much.

Yeah, okay. It's up to you.

My name is Paul.
I'll be here if you change your mind.

Don't touch me!

Just go to sleep!
It's not my fault!

It's not my fault!

I will scream!

I am not screaming now!

You don't know anything about me!

I am not screaming now!

Get off!

911 emergency.

Hi, I called before and I think
I was talking to Paul.

Hold on.

- This is Paul.
- Hi. I called before. My wife didn't come home.

- Yes, I remember. You want me to send an officer over?
- Yes.

- What's your address?
- 4523 East Street.

- He should be there in a few minutes. OK?
- Yes. Thank you.

You did the right thing, sir.

- You called the police?
- Yes. That was me. That was fast.

- Thank you.
- Come in.

- Your wife didn't come home? Is that right?
- Yes. Yes.

- When was the last time you saw her?
- Oh, when she left for work this morning.

She was supposed to come home after work.
I cooked dinner.

- And she made it to work, right?
- Yes. I think so. I don't know.

- When does she usually come home? Around six?
- Yes. Usually.

- What does she look like?
- A blond, straight hair.

- You remember what she was waering?
- I think a sweater red and a dress.

- What kind of car does she drive?
- A Volvo. Gray. '85, I think.

Alright.

You had me worried. We had a blond woman
involved with a car-jacking around six.

Apparently she had the hit over the head
by one of the perpetrators

an then wandered away from the incident
in a daze. Nobody's seen her since.

When I got the call on the radio,
I thought that must have been your wife,

but this woman was driving a Pathfinder
and wearing jeans, so...

- it probably wasn't her. You had me worried.
- She drove a Volvo. Drives a Volvo.

Well, that's relief.

Do you know anywhere your wife
might have gone?

I called the only place I could think of.
And the hospital.

- Harborview?
- Yes.

Well, I'm afraid there's not much I can do now.

By law, we can't put out a missing persons

until 72 hours has elapsed since
the last time she was seen.

72 hours?

Well, usually in these cases, it was something stupid.
Maybe she was upset,

or had to get away. Who knows? What I can do
is take down the license plate number of her car

and if it shows up for some reason,
we'll give you a call.

- Do you have your wife's license plate number?
- Yes. Actually, it's easy to remember. 007 FEC.

- James Bond.
- Right. And FEC, For Every Child.

- And what's her name?
- Saxon. Eve Saxon.

- And your Name?
- Ed. Saxon.

Like I said, it was probably
something stupid. Did you have a fight?

No. Not at all.

Well, you should try to get some sleep and,
if she doesn't show up tomorrow, give us a call

- and we'll see what things look like then. OK?
- Yes. Thank you.

Usually, they come back.

Yes. Thank you. I feel much better now.
Thank you for coming.

- No problem. You have a good night. Or morning, I guess.
- Yes. You too.

- Hello.
- Mr. Saxon?

- Yes.
- Sorry to wake you up.

I wasn't asleep.

Oh. I called a few times and when there wasn't
any answer I thought I better come over.

What time is it?

- About 3:30.
- 3:30? Maybe I did fall asleep. Damn.

I'm Detective Derm of the
Seattle Police Department.

You called last night about your wife.

Yes. Come in.

We found your wife's car this morning.
On Capitol Hill.

Actually, somebody called it in.
It was running.

- It was running?
- Did your wife come home last night?

No. I don't think so.

- Did she go to work today?
- I don't think so. I haven't called.

- Do you have a number for her there?
- Sure.

Why don't you let me?

Hi, this is Detective Derm
of the Seattle Police Department.

I was wondering if Mrs. Eve Saxon had come into
work today, or called in, have you word from her.

Yes.

Since yesterday.

Did you see her leave yesterday?

Yes. About what time was that?

I'm not sure. But if she comes in or calls,
could you please ask her to call me.

174-2923, extension 81.

Thank you. Bye.

- She didn't come in today.
- My God.

- She didn't calle here at all?
- No.

- Any messages?
- No. I must have been asleep.

- That happens.
- I was up late last night.

I understand. Why don't we
listen to these messages?

Alright.

Hey, this is Celeste, I'm calling for Eve.

We're worried about you. You don't come in.
You don't call. We don't know what's up with you...

But, seriously, we just want to
make sure you're OK. Alright?

That's the school where Eve works.
She's a piano teacher at Franklin High.

...Bye.

Hello, Mr. Saxon. This is Mrs. Mastrioni
from the University.

You didn't show up for your
morning class and I'm calling...

- Damn.
- You're a teacher too?

A professor at the University.

I retain you remember how to use the phone.

Hello, this is Detective Derm
from the Seattle Police Department...

That's me.

- Do you have a glass of water?
- Sure.

... missing persons return to life.

I have some information regarding this case
that they would like pass on to you.

You can call me to the 1742923,
extension 81.

Hello, Mr Saxon? This is Sadie,
from your creative writing class.

- Your wife did this?
- Yes.

Smart woman. The acrostic, too.

...I just wanted to see if you were OK
and you know, if there was any reading...

Thanks.

...or anything you wanted us to do.

My number is 147-4854.
I hope you're alright.

- A student?
- Yes.

- Do they call you often?
- No, but they all have my number.

Hi, Ed. I just wanted to find out what happened
last night. If Eve ever showed up...

I thought she might have gone
over there last night.

Call me at work...

Excuse me, I better call the University.

Hi, Mr. Saxon,
this is detective Derm again.

Please, call me as as soon as you get...

Dean's office.

- Mrs Mastrioni?
- Yes.

- This is Ed Saxon.
- Oh, yes. Didn't make it in today, huh?

- I guess not.
- There were students waiting for you.

Yes, I know. It's a personal matter.

- A personal matter, huh?
- That's right.

- So you'll be in tomorrow?
- Tomorrow? Yes.

Or you'll call?

Or I'll call, yes.

Hello?

Hi, Eve. This is George, from school.

Who's that?

You didn't come into work today

- Some guy she worked with. P.E. teacher, I think.
- I see.

Mr Saxon, does your wife have
an address book?

Yes.

Could I see it, please?
And a photo, if you have one.

Certainly.

Great.

George Simian.

- Is that the same George that called?
- Yes.

This address, this George Simian lives on
Capitol Hill, where we found your wife's car.

- Really?
- Can I borrow this?

I suppose so.

I'll call the numbers in here
and see what I can turn up.

If you hear anything, call me.

Try no to worry, Mr Saxon.

I'll keep in touch.

Yes, thank you.

Hello.

- Hello, Mr. Saxon?
- Yes?

Hi, it's Sadie Crumb, from your
creative writing class.

- Oh, yes. Hi.
- Are you OK?

- Is this a bad time to call?
- No. It's alright.

I was, I don't know, wondering
if you were sick or something,

- ...when you didn't come to class.
- No, well, a little.

Do you need anything?
I mean, I could bring you something.

No, I don't think so.

- Really, it's no problem. Have you eaten?
- No, but...

I can bring you something to eat.
It's no problem. Some soup or something.

No, I really...
I don't know if it's a good idea.

Oh, I'm sorry.

- No, don't be. I just don't feel very well.
- That's OK. I used to volunteer at a hospital.

- Really?
- Yeah, I was a candy striper.

- You're kidding.
- What I mean is, I'm used to it.

- You know, sick people.
- Yeah?

OK.

- Where do you live?
- 4523 East street.

- I'll be there soon.
- OK.

- Oh. Do you not eat meat, or anything?
- No. I eat anything.

- Great. Bye.
- Bye.

Damn.

- Hi, it's me.
- Hi.

- Are you OK?
- I didn't think you'd be here so fast.

- It's almost eight.
- Oh. I seem to be having a little trouble with time.

I know what you mean. I'm one
of those people who is always late.

I hope you don't mind me
coming over like this.

It didn't occur to me that it
might be a little strange

until after I hung up the phone.

It's just, well, at my high school,
I went to boarding school,

and we were
pretty close with our teachers.

It's nice. Kindness. Very refreshing.

- I brought you some soup.
- I better get some clothes on.

- Make yourself at home.
- OK.

I put it in a bowl for you.
I hope you don't mind.

Thank you.

It's good.

I got it at my favorite place.

You don't mind me hanging out
for a little while, do you?

No. I could use the company. Like I said,
I haven't been feeling very well.

- Oh, you graded our papers.
- Some of them.

- I can look?
- Sure.

- What is it?
- I just...

I guess I though this one was better.

Let me see.

- I was in a bad mood when I graded these.
- Don't change it if it's not good.

- It's just a grade.
- Please, don't.

- No. Don't. Please.
- I,m sorry.

I didn't mean to.

It's just...

I don't think you're doing me
any favors by letting me off easy.

I'm here to learn.

It means a lot to me to do well in your class.

You're the best teacher I've had
since I came to the University.

How long has that been?

Well,

I'm still a freshman,
but I've met a lot of teachers

and I'm very discerning.

Before I took your class I went to
the library and looked up your work.

- You're kidding.
- No. I read all your poems, or all they had.

The ones in the New Yorker and in
Poetry Magazine, and two short stories.

- What did you think?
- I loved them.

The poems especially. I mean, they're dark,

but they're so...true. Really.

I really got into them.

I photocopied one and put it
on my wall. I hope you don't mind.

- Which one?
- �The Passion of my Youth�.

It is so intense.

"Her eyes blew gently, purposefully by my ears,

echoing gentle pulses of bliss which bounced

and fired like a chill on my whole being,

leaving just a trace to fuel my longing."

My wife like that poem.

- You're married?
- Yes.

Where's your wife?

She's at her mother's. She's gone for a while.

- May I use the bathroom?
- Sure. It's upstairs.

Thanks.

- Hello.
- Is this Ed?

- Yes.
- This is George Simian.

Yes.

-Where's Eve?
- Why do you want to talk to Eve?

What have you done?

- Excuse me?
- You've done something. I know you have.

- What are you talking about?
- The police found her car near my house.

- They think I have something to do with her disappearance.
- Maybe it's because you were fucking her.

You son of a bitch. What did you do?

- Look, she disappeared. I haven't seen her.
- If you hurt her, I swear, I'm going to kill you!

You fucking asshole! I'll kill you...!

Sadie?

Sadie? Is everything alright?

I'm coming in. OK?

Are you alright? My God. What happened?

Can you stand?

Do you understand me?

Here. I'll help you to the bedroom.
Come on.

Come on.

Come on, wash.

I'll wait outside, OK?

- You want some water?
- Yes, please.

- I'm so embarrassed.
- No, don't be.

- God, my nose.
- Does it hurt?

No, but the blood.

Maybe you hit it when you fell.

It was...

so weird.

I heard this voice, a woman's voice.

Like a scream.

And then it was like all my
blood left my body.

Sometimes you can hear the neighbors.

It was like it echoed around the bathroom.

Maybe I imagined it.

I've been taking these caffeine
pills to stay awake.

Just relax.

I should go.

I can't let you leave like this.

I didn't mean to be such a burden.
I'm such a loser.

I am so sorry about this.

I feel better now. Thank you.

Do you want me to drive you home?

I'll be OK.

Maybe you want me to call your roommate?

My roommate moved out.

She hated me. She said I was
immature, do you believe that?

Your friends, then.

I don't have any friends.

I don't know what it is.
People don't like me here.

I thought it would be a good
idea to go to a school

far away from home, but since I've been here,
it's like, I spend all this time on my own.

At my high school, my friends
and I were so close.

I just don't get along with people
anymore. I don't know what it is.

You get along with me.

You're the first person I've met since I've
been here that talks to me like a real person.

You can borrow this, if you want.
It's my wife's.

- She wouldn't mind?
- No.

I bled so much.

Is this your wife?

That's my mother. That picture
is older than it looks.

She's so pretty.

She was young when that was taken.
She died a few years ago.

That's awful.

How'd she die?

Cancer. It was quite an ordeal.
She died very slowly.

That's so sad.

I should go, huh?

It's getting late.

- I'm sorry about everything.
- Don't be sorry. I'm glad you came.

- Here.
- Thank you.

- I'll see you tomorrow?
- Tomorrow?

In school.

- You'll be there, right?
- Oh, yes. I'll be there.

Bye.

Mr. Saxon.

Yes.

There's nothing we can do for her now except
to alleviate any pain she may be feeling.

We have her on a morphine drip

and we'll keep increasing the dosage
as she shows any signs of pain.

I see. Can she understand me?

At this point, probably not.

She has so much morphine in her,
I doubt she can even recognize you.

But you never know.

Actually, in cases like this,
where the end is inevitable,

I recommend that we increase the dosage
on the morphine drip at an accelerated rate.

There's no point in making this
last longer than it has to.

Whatever you think is best.

...Why can't they help me?
Why do they thru you to go?

It means you're going to Hell!

It means you're going to Hell!

It means you're going to Hell!

It means you're going to Hell!

You son of a bitch. Get up!

Eve!

Eve!

What have you done?

- Don't hit me again.
- You son of a bitch!

You son of a bitch!

- What did you think would happen? Nothing?
- You've done something.

I did what I always do.
I woke up, I went to my shitty job,

came home and cooked dinner
for my wife,

who was too busy rolling on your bedsprings

to cook it herself.

Not what I had planned for my life!

Why don't you just leave?

I love her.

I know she's your wife.

What? Am I supposed to feel sorry
for you now? Well, I won't!

People think they can just carry on.

People don't think that there might be
consequences to their actions.

You people won't find any sympathy here.

What did you do?

I didn't do anything.
She didn't come home after work.

Don't ever come back here again.

I swear. If I find out you did
something to her,

I'll kill you.

Go fuck yourself.

- Hello.
- Hello, detective?

- Mr. Saxon?
- Yes.

I've been trying to call you.

- You found her?
- No. I need to talk to you.

Detective. George Simian was
just over here. He hit me.

- Are you OK?
- I think so.

- Do you want me to call an ambulance?
- I don't need an ambulance.

- I'll be right over.
- OK.

One second!

Damn!

- You did take a couple of blows, didn't you.
- I was just putting some ice on it.

That's the best thing for it.
Try to keep the swelling down.

It's going to look worse tomorrow.

- You don't want to have a doctor examine you?
- It's not necessary.

Mr Saxon, Officer Mazurek and Officer Snyder.
They'll be assisting me.

- Hi.
- How's it going?

- Here. I brought this in.
- Oh. Thanks. Come on in.

You say it was George Simian who hit you?

Yes, he did. He came barreling
in here and hit me. Several times!

- Do you have any idea why he would come here?
- Because he's a fucking asshole.

Why, I should say that I'm concerned that
Mr Simian would come here.

He has a history of violent behavior.

- What kind of history?
- Nothing serious.

No felonies. But enough, I think,
to warrant some concern.

With your permission,
I'd like to fill in a complaint

report for his assault on you,
and when we're done here,

I'll send these two over to arrest him,
assuming he can be found.

You think he did something to Eve?

We don't have any evidence that he's even seen
your wife since she left her office and disappeared.

But Eve's car. You said you found
her car near his house.

It does no one any good to jump
to conclusions.

I guess I misunderstood.

We're going to have to take some pictures
of you for the complaint report.

They'll be used as evidence against
Mr Simian if this matter does, eventually, go to trial.

Fine.

Mr Saxon. These investigations
can be quite demanding,

especially when experiencing the trauma
of loss. Do you understand what I am saying?

Yes.

If you feel that you need someone to talk to,
at any time, there are people, sometimes victims

of similar situation themselves,
who are will to listen and would like to help.

HUMAN SUPPORT SERVICES

Are you aware that your wife
has been having an affair?

- With George Simian?
- Yes.

The P.E. teacher.
I guess I should have known.

Apparently your wife has been
seeing him for some time.

- Almost a year, in fact.
- A year?

Do you consider that you and your
wife have a normal relationship?

I don't know. Normal relationship.

We get on each other's nerves, have sex
a few times a year, order pizza on Fridays.

We've been married for ten years.
It doesn't stay rosy forever.

Maybe it isn't paradise, but that
doesn't mean that I don't love her.

- Are you having any other relationships?
- No.

- Does your wife keep a diary?
- No. She isn't the type.

- Mr Saxon. May I be frank?
- Yes. Please.

Cases involving missing persons are
not uncommon. In many cases, and that's not to say

in every case, but
in many cases, the results are unfortunate.

My God.

It's important for us to gather
as much information as possible

as quickly as possible. I'm sure
you can understand the urgency here.

Of course.

It will be necessary for us to search through
some of your wife's personal items.

I'm sure I can hope you find
whatever it is that you want.

It's really in your wife's best interests
if you allow us to do it.

We won't touch anything or disturb anything
without your permission.

Alright.

How about we start in the bedroom?

- The bedroom.
- Yes.

Right.

I'll show you.

Here you are.
It's sort of a mess.

Do you know where your wife keeps
her credit card statements?

Yes. Sure. This way.

Nice room.

- You like it?
- Yeah. It's like a nursery.

I guess it is. I always through
it was more of a conservatory.

- With the piano.
- Yes. She plays in here sometimes. It's nice.

We wanted to fix up the whole house,
but, this is the only room we finished.

- Things always cost more than you think.
- Yeah, I don't know what happened.

I think she keeps her statements in here,
but I don't have a key.

Let me try.

There we go.

- I could have done it if I wanted to break it.
- I'm sure she'll understand.

She won't. I promise.

Detective Derm.
It was under the bed, sir.

Is this your wife's?

- No.
- There's blood on this sweater, Mr Saxon.

Yes, I know. A student.

Detective, this is going to sound awkward, I guess,

but a student of mine came to the house
yesterday, after you were here.

She was nervous, I suppose.
She had a bloody nose.

- Why would she have been nervous?
- I don't know, but she seemed nervous.

That is awkward, isn't it.

I suppose it is.

I gave her one of my wife's sweaters to wear home.

She must have left that one by accident.

By accident? Under the bed?

I don't know.

- What was her name?
- Sadie. Sadie Crumb.

Do you have this girl's number?
I'd like to talk to her.

I don't think so. Maybe.

One second.

Great. I should call her.

Sure. Here.

I didn't tell her about my wife.
I didn't see any reason to.

Could I trouble you for a glass of water?

Sure.

Hi. May I speak to Sadie Crumb, please?

Well, thank you very much for your time.

- Well?
- Great.

She sounded very nice.

You know, I think she left her sweater
under your bed on purpose.

- Why would she do that?
- So that she'd have a reason to come back.

I see.

Hey.

My wife loves these.
I swear, she eats them by the box.

I think they taste like shit.

I know. I hate them. Sometimes I think
she eats them just to spite me.

Detective Derm?

- What's that?
- Looks like a diary, sir.

Let's have a look.

- Where'd you find this?
- Behind the bedside table.

- I didn't know.
- We have to keep some things to ourselves,

or we'd go crazy.

This is your wife's handwriting?

Yes. Can I look at that?

I guess you never really know anyone.

You didn't know that you're wife is pregnant?

No.

I'm sorry. I talked to her doctor
yesterday. I thought you knew.

Is it alright if Mazurek uses the bathroom?

Excuse me?

The bathroom. May we use the bathroom?
We might be here for a while.

No. The toilet is stuffed up.

Actually. Do you
mind leaving? I just would like to be alone.

Mr Saxon. I'm sorry about the intrusions
into your privacy,

but you must understand:
my first priority is finding your wife.

I want to be helpful,
but I really don't see how,

if you think she was kidnapped, I don't see
how it helps you to search around our things.

We don't know that she was kidnapped.

We can't draw those kinds of conclusions.

She could have simply decided
that she needed some time alone.

We have to consider every possibility.

I just don't see how it helps.

I don't want to argue with you.
I'm trying to help you. This is our job.

- I understand.
- It is in the best interest of your wife...

that you let us do that job
without impediment.

I don't want to get in the way.
I just would like some time alone.

Now, you can come back tomorrow,
fine. Please.

I'm just... I'm very tired.
I know it might seem irrational,

but I haven't slept in a long time
and this is all extremely overwhelming.

So please. I need to be alone.

Certainly.

If I could just take those statements.

Sure. Here. Take them all.

No. I'd like to keep this.

There are some things
it may be better not to know,

especially if your wife comes back.

I can give it to you tomorrow,
if you want it.

Mr Saxon. Is there something wrong
with your answering machine?

George Simian broke it.

- You haven't been answering your phone.
- It hasn't rung.

The ringer is off.

- Oh. I must have turned it off..
- What if your wife calls?

Yes. Of course. I wasn't thinking.

Could you please leave the phone on
from now on?

Yes. I thought I was. OK. Thank you.

I'll be calling to let you know
how things go with Mr Simian.

Yes. Thank you.

Yes?

Mr Saxon. You are supposed to call us
when you plan on missing class.

There were students waiting for you.

- Yes. I know. I'm just having some personal problems.
- Yeah. Anyway, the Dean wants to see you.

- The Dean?
- Yes. Can you come in today?

- No. What does he want to see me about?
- I don't know it.

- Is it about me missing classes?
- It might be.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means that if I was the Dean, and I wanted
to see you, that is what it would be about.

- What kind of bullshit is that?
- There's no need to get upset, Mr Saxon.

Am I being fired? Is that what this is?

- Look, I don't know.
The Dean said he wanted to see you.

- Well, I can't see him.
- Personal problems?

- That's right. Yes.
- That's too bad.

- Yes it is too bad. Because I know what you're doing.
- Really? What's that?

You know what? Why don't you tell the Dean
to go fuck himself?

Mr. Saxon...

And you go fuck yourself too!

Does this mean that you
won't be coming to class tomorrow?

Fuck you!

Mr. Saxon?

Yes.

Hello. My name is Geoffrey Costas.
I'm from Human Support Services.

- I'm not interested.
- Actually, detective Derm asked me to come by.

You've been hit.

- I'm fine. I don't need a doctor.
- Oh, I'm not a physician. I'm a psychiatrist.

But I'm not here on business.
This is my time off.

This is a personal visit? I don't understand.

Human Services is a volunteer organization.

- We offer assistance to victims of traumatic crimes.
- What kind of assistance?

Advice, support, a shoulder to cry on.

- Why would I want to cry on your shoulder?
- Maybe you just want someone to talk to.

It can be a lonely world when those
you love are taken from you.

No. I don't think so.

Well, you have my card.

If you feel like talking at another time,
please feel free to call.

Actually, there is something
you can help me with.

I've been having trouble sleeping.

- That's understandable, under the circumstances.
- Is there something you can give me?

You mean a prescription?

- You're a doctor, aren't you?
- Yes.

I can't seem to find anything strong enough.

You're anxious?

Yes. I can't sleep. It makes me anxious.

Or maybe I can't sleep because
I'm anxious. I don't know.

How long has this been going on?

A long time.

- Weeks?
- Oh, yes.

- You must have slept some.
- Maybe I do.

But I don't seem to get the benefits.
I never feel rested.

There just doesn't seem to be
the time to relax anymore.

I'm always two steps behind.
I have to stop the thinking.

The longer I stay awake,
the more my thoughts become frantic,

irrational. If I don't get some sleep soon,
nothing is going to make any sense.

I see.

May I come in?

Yes. Come in.

There are times when the pressures
of everyday life become overwhelming.

As a doctor, I notice more and more of my
patients experiencing similar symptoms.

I'm afraid it's a sign of the times,
as much as anything else.

Can you help me?

Like I said, I'm not here on a professional basis.

Your insomnia is merely a symptom
of a greater unwholesomeness.

A lasting treatment may be
extremely hard to come by.

There's very little we can hope to
accomplish with pharmaceuticals alone.

However, under the circumstances, I can
give you something to help you sleep.

- Do you have health insurance?
- Yes, through work.

The prescription I'm going to write for you is expensive,

so I suggest that you keep the receipt
for your insurance company.

I'm sure they'll cover it.

These pills are quite new.

I've been prescribing them to my patients
who travel a great deal, for their jet lag.

They will help stabilize your
internal clock

by chemically suppressing certain
amino acids in your brain.

- Will it help me sleep?
- Oh, yes.

Now, take two at night,

and don't take more than six in a day.

- OK?
- Yes. Thank you.

How about I check in on you
tomorrow afternoon?

Tomorrow?

- Just to see how you're doing?
- I don't know.

For what it's worth, I understand
your position better than you think.

Don't shut it all out.

Sometimes that fragile connection
to the rest of the world is all we have.

I sincerely hope things turn out for you.

- Tomorrow then?
- Tomorrow.

More than three weeks late.
Damn. I'm so stupid.

How can I tell Ed?

We haven't a sex in months.

It went almost two weeks
since I spoke to Ed.

It's driving him crazy.

He put his arms around me tonight.
I just sat there waiting for him ...

Saw a movie last night with George.
It was awful.

Just the kind of movie Ed hates.

I wanted to tell him about it...

Somebody has to kick me...

Ed came home in a shitty mood and started
picking a fight with me about a coffee cup...

It was the last thing I needed today.

I can't believe what a jock George is.

I know he worked out, but he
really takes care of himself.

After we had sex, I was embarrassed
to let him see me naked.

How could I have gotten so fat?

I'm going back to the gym tomorrow.

I've really let myself go to pot.

Maybe I'll get him a softball bat
for his birthday...

Ed doesn't sleep anymore.
He's beginning to scare me.

He takes all these pills to help him sleep
but they only make it worse.

And he hates me. I can see it in his eyes.

He blames me for everything
that went wrong in his life.

I feel so guilty about George
that I can't argue with him anymore.

I can't keep this up much longer.
He knows anyway. He must know.

He's been acting so weird.
Poor Ed.

He used to have so much ambition.
And he's so talented.

I just wish things had turned out better.

Oh my God. What happened to you?

Someone hit me.

- Are you alright?
- It's fine.

- Who hit you?
- I really don't want to get into it.

I nearly had a heart attack
when the police called me.

What did they ask you?

Just about me being here.
About what happened.

- Nothing happened.
- That's what I told them.

They found your sweater.
It has blood all over it.

- You're kidding.
- You left it under the bed.

Oh, yes.

- I don't know why I do things like that.
- What if my wife had found it?

- Oh. Is she here?
- No.

- Sadie, look. I don't want you
to get the wrong idea.

Please, don't be mad.

It's just that I worry too much.
You didn't come to class again.

And you said you would.
I started getting all these ideas.

I tried to calling you,
but nobody answered.

I meant to bring your wife's sweater back,
but I forgot it.

Actually, I'm glad you're here.
Can you do me a favor?

Sure. Anything.

- I have to get a prescription filled.
- No problem.

- I'd go myself, but I'm expecting a phone call.
- Sure.

There's a twenty-four pharmacy on Market.

Yeah. I know the one. I go there all the time.
It's like my second home.

- I'll give you my credit card. Here.
- I'll be back in a minute.

Thank you.

- Mr Saxon? Detective Derm.
- Yes, hi.

I wanted to let you know that
we've taken Mr Simian into custody.

I understand.

We found him at his place of work.

- At the school?
- Yes. We arrested him there.

He'll come up for arraignment
tomorrow morning and then,

as far as I can tell, he'll probably
be released on his own recognizance.

I see.

It's just standard procedure,
but I thought I'd keep you informed.

Yes. Thank you.
Did he say anything about Eve?

Try to rest, Mr. Saxon.

- We have a lot of ground to cover tomorrow.
- I will. Thank you.

Good night.

Thank you.

Those pills cost a lot.
They must be strong.

They're sleeping pills. I've been
having trouble sleeping.

You must have anxiety. I can never
get to sleep when I'm anxious.

I am anxious. Yes.

I got you some peroxide and stuff.

- And a cookie. I haven't eaten today.
- You put it all on my credit card, right?

Actually, I paid for it.
They wouldn't take your card.

Why not?

They said you hadn't paid
your bill, on the phone.

They called the credit card people
when it didn't go through.

Damn. Well, I'll pay you back.

It's OK. I charged it to my Dad.

I don't even pay the bill.

No, those pills are expensive.
My insurance will cover it anyway.

Pay me back later, then.

Really, it's OK.

- Are you sure?
- It's fine. I swear.

Your face must hurt.

No. I don't seem to feel anything.

It's nasty.

Here.

Sit down.

- I've never been hit before.
- Me neither.

It's not so bad, really.

It's humbling, but I like the effect
it seems to have on people.

It seems to make them more compassionate.

There's a competitive market
for suffering in the world.

It's difficult to stand out from the
handicapped and the homeless

and the politically oppressed.

Sometimes a little advertising
do remind people

that you're a human being.

It does make you look sort of cute,
in a pathetic kind of way.

Sadie.

- Are you really married?
- What? You think I just made it up?

I don't know.

Some people just say they're married,
you know, because maybe they think

- ...it's more respectable or something.
- I'm not one of those people.

I didn't mean to imply anything.

It's just that you act sort of...
weird.

Weird?

Not weird, really.

Worried, I guess.

Secretive. Like you're worried
I might find something out about you.

You don't want to get involved
with my problems.

- Maybe I do.
- Believe me, you don't.

Would you like a drink?
I'm going to have one.

You're not supposed to mix
wine with sleeping pills.

It increases the amount of medicine
that's absorbed into the bloodstream.

I need all the help I can get.

It's dangerous.

It's just wine. I'll only have a glass.

Are you working on anything new?

- No. I don't write anymore.
- Why not?

I just don't have the time. I have to
work all day. Time just slips by.

I know what you mean.

- There's not enough time in the day.
- Not as much as there used to be.

There used to be more?

Yes. Before I had to work
there was plenty of time.

But you had all that stuff published.

Sure, but it didn't pay very much.

I had a lot of debts from school.

And then I got married, bought a house.

Life comes with all these expenses.

And poetry just doesn't pay.

- Doesn't it?
- Not really. No.

I better see who that is.

- Hi, it's me.
- Oh, hi Susie. Eve's not here.

Oh. But she came back though, right?

No, she didn't.

- Oh, no.
- Yes.

- Can I come in?
- No. I'm busy right now.

- I called the police.
- What did they say?

They're working on it.
You can call them if you want.

Aren't you worried?

Of course I'm worried.
I'm just working right now.

She is...

She is one of my students.
She wanted some help
on an assignment.

She doesn't know anything
about Eve being missing.

- What happened to you?
- George Simian hit me.

George?

- You know him. It figures.
- Wait. Can I come back later?

No. It's late. I just took
some sleeping pills.

I haven't slept much since this all started.

Why don't you come back tomorrow?

Tomorrow?

Good night, Susie.

- Is that your wife?
- No. It was a friend of hers.

- I should go.
- No. Why?

You must be tired.
Those pills must be working.

I don't think they're working at all.

Still.

- You're married, right?
- Yeah, but, please...

don't go. Please.

Time has a way of slowing down
when you're around.

Really?

For me, too.

- Can I ask you a question?
- What?

Do you think my writing is good?

I think you've done
some good work.

Yeah. C minus good.

I told you, I was in a bad mood when I graded that.

I guess so.

Are you OK?

I don't know. Maybe it's those pills.
I don't know.

It's OK.

Just relax.

Lie back.

Stop. Please.

Stay away from me!

No!

Just stop it!

Get away from me!

You ruined my life!
Stay away from me!

Stop it!

Stop!

Get away from me!
Just stop it!

You son of a bitch!

No!

No, please, just stop.

It is that...

It's just not working.

- OK?
- Alright.

- I'm sorry.
- It's my fault.

- What's wrong?
- It's... It's just... it's me.

Ok.

Maybe I should go.

- Hello.
- Mr. Saxon?

- Yes.
- It's Detective Derm. I'm sorry to call you so late,

- but I thought you would want to hear this.
- Yes?

I'm afraid I have some bad news.

- What is it?
- It's your wife. We've found her...

- You found her.
- We found her body.

- Her...
- Yes, sir. In the woods,

near George Simian's house, where we
found her car. I'm afraid she's dead.

I love you!

Fuck you! I can't believe
you said that!

Stay away from me!

You ruined my life!
Stay away from me!

Stop it!

Stop!

Stay away from me!

No!

Stop it!

You son of a bitch!

Help!

Help!

Hi. I wanted to see
how you were getting along.

Getting along?

- I have to say, you don't look well.
- I'm not well.

- Have you slept?
- I don't know. Maybe.

It's difficult to tell. I have these
lapses, but I'd hardly call it sleep.

- Did you take the pills?
- The pills are fucking useless.

- But you took them?
- Yes.

I see. May I take your blood pressure?

OK, fine.

I feel like a lab rat.

Like one of those lab rats they
drug up and study. You know what I mean?

You feel like a rat?

They put them in a maze and they give them shocks
and drugs and they see what they do.

They try to prod them in the
direction they want them to go.

Just try to relax.

I feel like a rat who took
all the turns, took all the drugs

went down the right path

and then, when I got to the end,
they shocked me anyway,

right up the sphincter,
like it was all just a big joke.

I guess they thought I'd be
too drugged up to notice.

It's been a few days, hasn't it,
since your wife disappeared?

Days? Yes. I guess.

- You got any word from the police?
- Haven't you talked to them?

No. But if you'd like me to,
I will give them a call on your behalf.

They know me and I've been
through this before.

With others?

With others, and myself.

My wife was taken from me
about three years ago.

She was murdered.

The police found her car
in the parking lot of a mall.

They found her body about a week later

in some woods nearby.

- Did they ever catch the man who did it?
- No.

Why would somebody do that?

Sometimes a man, when faced with
his own problems or inadequacies,

takes it out on someone weaker
than themselve.

I'm sorry.

Do you feel responsible at all
for your wife's disappearance?

Why?

People often blame themselves for events
that they have no control over,

especially when the events
seem so random and cruel.

Action leading up to tragedy
tend to become

more significant.

Details weigh on the conscience.

I do seem to be having problems
with my conscience.

- I see.
- Do you think that's why I can't sleep?

Could be.

- Is there anything you can give me?
- A prescription?

For your conscience? Of course not.

Then what's the point?

There are other ways
I can be of help.

- A shoulder to cry on?
- Would you like me to call the police?

Maybe there are some news.

The police called last night,
late last night.

They found Eve's body.

Oh, no.

They found her buried in the woods,
near where they found her car.

I'm sorry. I didn't know.

Excuse me.

He hasn't called since last night?

No.

It's been a while. Why don't you let me
call? Maybe there's some news.

Hi, Charlie, it's Geoffrey.

I'm at Ed Saxon's house.

Yeah.

He was hoping to get some
information on his wife.

Well, he said you called him last night and
told him that you had found her body.

Yes.

In the woods, near where you found her car.

I don't know it.

Yes. Well, I did give him something
to help him sleep.

Right.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

I'll tell him.

Right. Yes. OK.

Bye.

What?

He says he never called you last night.

- What?
- He told me...

to tell you to wait here for him,
that he's coming over.

- I don't understand.
- It is possible that you did...

fall asleep, and you dreamed
the phone call.

I must say that I was rather surprised
when you said you didn't sleep.

Those pills are very effective.

- The pills. Yes. Maybe.
- Still, this is better, isn't it?

I mean, now there's still a chance.

Your wife is still...

There's still hope.

Yes. Hope. But why is he
coming over here?

He wants you to...
He wants to ask you some questions.

- What questions?
- I don't know.

If he had some questions to ask me,
he could have asked me on the phone.

Calm down, Mr Saxon.

Why did you turn away from me
when you were talking to him?

What did you say?

I told him that you were
tired and anxious

and that you are under
a great deal of stress.

- You're lying.
- Mr. Saxon, please.

I came here to help.

Then please, help me.
Help me, please.

I've done all I can now.
I'm sorry. I can't do any more.

But, you'll come to see me again,
won't you?

No. I don't think I will.

- Hello?
- Hi.

Sadie.

I wanted to apologize.

- No. Don't apologize. It was me.
- No.

I shouldn't have left like that.
I don't know what came over me.

It was understandable, under the circumstances.

I really wanted you to like me.

I wonder if you'll still feel the same way

when you find out
what kind of person I really am?

I'll still keep your poem on my wall.

- Yes.
- I think it's a beautiful poem.

I really do.

Are you still there?

Yes.

I wish things had turned out better.

I know you're here!

Saxon!

It wasn't me.

It wasn't me.