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If they actually bothered to bury her.
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What?
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Jacob. We've got to get to Amanda before it's too late.
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But how are we gonna
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We've got to go to the asylum and find her body. Mark said her soul's trapped with it that's why she can't come to me. It must be!
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You do good work, Alice.
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So did Dan.
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He sure loves to stay awake.
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That's okay. He's got the rest of his life to catch up on his sleep.
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I was afraid you weren't coming.
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I watched from behind the stands. Didn't want to embarrass you, ya know. "The drunk showed up", that kind of thing...
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That's in the past. Unless you've stopped going to the meetings.
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No. A deal's a deal.
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Dad!
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It's the model you've been saving up for. I wanted you to have it for your trip.
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Where are we going?
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To take a picture.
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Thanks for everything, Dad.
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You sure you don't want a ride to work?
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It's just across the park.
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I'm so sorry, honey...
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Daddy, he's coming back...Krueger's coming back. Make them understand.
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How was the meeting?
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Sobering...
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Very funny.
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Alice...
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Since when are you such a smart shopper?
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Since my little girl became a mom...
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You disappointed in me?
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No, I'm not. I sort of hope it's a boy. Be nice to have a boy playing in the house again.
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Alice!
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I've got to go.
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No! I won't have you running around in the middle of the night. You're coming home.
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But Dad
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Now.
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Hi, beautiful.
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Jesus! Don't do that!
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Sorry, babe.
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The tickets.
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They're coach seats, but the plane lands in Paris. It's gonna be a helluva summer, hon!
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I know.
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Okay, babe. What's the matter?
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Nothing...it's just...I didn't see my father at the ceremony.
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He'll show up. C'mon, what's really wrong?
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About him?
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No. Well, not exactly...it's that...I felt like I wasn't in control. For the first time since...all that. I'm scared.
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You stopped it didn't you? It was probably just a regular bad dream.
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Yeah...I guess.
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You don't dream him up, he can't hurt you. Or me. Or us. Remember...
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You're right.
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There you go. Love you.
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Me too.
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Hey...wake up.
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Huh?
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Shouldn't you be in your room, Jacob?
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It's lonely in there, in my room.
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My name is...
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I'm sorry your boyfriend got killed.
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How did you know that?
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I could tell you were sad. I just wanted to see if you were all right.
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Hi, you don't look very well. Are you feeling all right?
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Been having bad dreams.
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Is that who you're waiting for?
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No...
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I don't think this is a nice place for you to be. Maybe we should go find your Mom.
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She doesn't want me around
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Oh...I'm sure that's not true. I'll bet she's very worried about you. I would be.
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No you're not. You don't even care about being a mom. How come you don't think about me?
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Who said I...wait, what?
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Who says I don't like you?
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My friend, with the funny hand.
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Mommy...?
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Come on downstairs. He won't hurt you. He needs us both.
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Where is he?
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He's inside you, where he hides.
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What do you mean?
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It's where he hides out. Inside. That's how he found me.
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But how...?
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He says it's easy. Especially with sad people. With closedoff people.
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Excuse us, dear.
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It's okay, Dan
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Frankly, dear, we wondered what you intend to do with our baby?
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What I what? Well, I've thought about it. I plan to keep him.
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Look, I appreciate what you're offering, but no. He is my responsibility.
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And ours. It's our grandchild.
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In your present condition, Alice, we're worried about your ability
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What are you talking about? My "condition"?...
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We know you've been through a lot but there's more than your feelings at stake here.
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You're not taking my baby!
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Feeling better now?
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Yeah. I guess so... What happened?
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You had a nasty bump.
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I gotta get out of here.
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You just stay put. You need rest.
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You don't get it, he's after me...
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Don't worry, honey
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Something wrong with the stairs?
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Avoidallcontactday.
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What?
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When dad's popping aspiring like popcorn, it's avoidallcontactday.
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