Hideaway Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Hideaway Script

            Hear me, Satan.


            Oh, God! No!

            Take my soul, Satan.

            Hear me, please.


            Oh, God.

              - The Conversation. - Gene Hackman.

              Bonnie and Clyde.

              Regina, name another actor in Bonnie and Clyde.

              I have no idea.

              That's a good movie. You should see that.

              - Faye Dunaway. - Chinatown.

              -Jack Nicholson. - Witches of Eastwick.

              Cher. There you go. What else has Cher been in?

              Beavis and Butthead?

              No fair. That's TV. It's the movie game.

              No other Cher?

              What about another Jack Nicholson?

              I know. The Shining.

              Scary movie. Redrum.

              I'll be on the pier puking.

              So, are we still gonna go back tomorrow night?

              - Yeah. - Cool.


              'Cause Linda got these cool tickets to this new rave, and they're hard to get.

              No, no. I'm not keen on the rave scene.

              What scene? It's just a concert, right?

              From what I hear, everybody's up all night getting blasted.

              It's not cool.

              - You have no idea. - What are they like?

              Dad, I'm going! I'm almost   .

              Regina! You're not going.

              This is ridiculous. You never let me do anything.

              That's not true.

              Forget it!

              Honey, honey.

              You've got to lighten up on her. She's almost an adult.

              But we don't wanna lose another kid.

              I can't do it.

              I know.

              We're gonna beat this.

              Maybe not this lifetime, but--

              But we will.

              Not that song again!

              Maybe we should drive back tonight.

              - Really? - Well--

              Hatch, look out!

              - Regina, are you all right? - You okay?

              - Don't move. -Jesus.

              My God, it's so far down.


              - What'll we do? - Open the door. You guys out first.

              It's stuck.

              Regina, climb over me.

              - I can't. - Yes, you can. Here.

              - Give me your hand. - Come on.

              - I won't let you get hurt. - Come on.

              Here we go.

              Be careful.


              Help! Get some help!

              Hatch! Wake up!

              Wake up!

              Oh, my God!

              Come on.

              I got you.

              Down there. See them?

              Get some light down there. Go get the basket.

              Still fixed and dilated.

              No change.

              Crash cart ready? Good. We need vasodialators.

              Get an I.V.

              Type and cross match, five units.


              No change.

              Deader than Elvis.

              Let's bring him back.

              - Give me some prep. - Drops in.

              Are you sure you want to revive him after     minutes down.

              Records are made to be broken.

              We both remember what happened last time.

              The cardiac adrenaline.

              - He's at    degrees. - Bring him up to   .

              Bring him up to    slowly.

              Come on, Harrison, help me out here.

              He's responding to the adrenaline. Defib.

              - Do it. - Pads.


              Charge to    .

              Come with me, Daddy.

              I love you.

              Moving up to    .



              Charge to    .

              - Charged. - Clear.

              There he is.

              Congratulations, Doctor.

              He's got decent vitals.

              Good morning, Mrs. Harrison. My name is Dr. Nyebern.

              We've given your daughter a mild sedative, but she'll be fine.

              My husband is dead.

              No, Mrs. Harrison. Your husband is stable.

              I saw him die.

              Mrs. Harrison...

              I have a very special Resuscitative Medicine program here.

              We were able to bring your husband back.

              Mrs. Harrison, please.

              - Where is he? - He's in ICU.

              He may seem different to you.

              Was I supposed to turn into the skid?

              I don't know.

              Poor baby.

              Oh, the sun and the--

              I can tell a sunny breeze

              But I only have eyes

              For you, dear

              - Is there meat in that? - Never.

              You don't have time to eat.

              In seven minutes, Linda's meeting you here.


              Pearl Jam?

              Tonight? Oh, my God!

              Thank you, thank you!

              So excited. And be home by  :  .

              - Honey, midnight. - I know.

              I have to tell you a couple things. Wait.

              Oh, yeah. I've been meaning to talk about that.

              - You know who I think I saw? - Who?


              - Samantha? - Yeah.

              What do you mean?

              You know, after the accident when I was out...

              I don't remember anything.

              But I guess a few wires got crossed...

              or I was dreaming or hallucinating or something...

              'cause I feel like I saw her.

              She was trying to tell me something, or--

              I don't know.

              What'd she say?

              I don't know.

              How's she doing?

              She was happy.

              I wanted to go to her.

              Oh, honey, don't. Please.

              No, no. I'm okay.


              Oh, my God. Hatch, what's wrong?

              Hatch, honey, wake up.

              Are you okay?

              What happened? You're cut.

              I killed her.

              Come inside.

              Come on, let's go inside.

              - Blood! - It's okay.

              - I killed her. - No, you didn't. It was a nightmare.

              Come on, honey. Oh, my God. Let's wash this off.

              Come here. It's okay.

              Come on.

              You cut yourself deep, babe. You'll need some stitches.

              - Where? - Here.

              What happened?

              - I was making a sandwich. - What's going on?

              Honey, it's okay. Daddy cut himself.

              I'm fine. Go on up. We got it.

              - Sorry we woke you. - You're bleeding.

              Please, Regina. Please.

              Go on. Let me get a towel.


              Let me see.

              Wow. It's not as deep as I thought. Huh?

              What was that?

              I gotta see Dr. Nyebern.

              Oh, babe.


              So, if there's anything wrong with you, it's not physical.

              So what was it?

              An acid flashback?

              Yeah, yeah. Trippy. Bad!

              After what you've been through, I'd be surprised if you didn't have nightmares.

              Wait. He's never had nightmares like this.

              I wasn't asleep.

              Has this happened to other people you resuscitated?

              I can't compare Hatch to other patients.

              Why not?

              Only one other was down as long as he was.

              Was there anything like this?

              Maybe I should talk to that other patient.

              I'm afraid that's not possible.

              Why not?

              - He's dead. - Oh, well, that's encouraging.

              No, not from having been dead?

              No, no! Of course not.

              You shocked my wife.

              Hatch, look...

              God's given you a second chance at life.

              Enjoy it. I'll prescribe something to help you sleep.


              If anything else happens, call me.

              - We'll run more tests. - Thank you.


              - So it's good news. - Good news.

              Nothing's wrong with me.


              - Bye, honey. Looking good. - Bye, Mom.

              Bye, Dad.


              What's up?

              That's her.


              The girl. The one I saw in that--

              Monday night.

              Oh, well, you probably saw her on TV or something.

              I haven't been watching TV.

              Then maybe on the radio or on a milk carton.

              It's a missing girl.


              this girl isn't missing.

              She's dead.



              the other night...

              how long was l...

              out there on the lawn?

              I don't know. Why?

              Hey, don't spook yourself so much, okay?

              - Good morning, Marion. - Lindsey, hi.

              Good morning.

              Honey, could you please go through these?

              - Is he okay? - Yeah, he's fine.

              He's teething.

              There you go.

              You made the papers. Nice picture of you.

              Though Satan's looked better.

              Something else, Marion, dear?

              Well, now that you mention it...

              I wondered...

              what it was like to be on the other side.

              What you saw there.


              chemical brain--

              It's really scientific.


              I think there's a lot more to it than that.

              - What's this? - It's a friend of mine.

              She's a very special person.

              She sees things.

              She can help you remember things if you want.

              You know I'm not into that kind of stuff, sweetie.

              Well, maybe it's time you reconsidered, Hatch.

              Thank you.

              Honor student and former Girl Scout leader...

              and now target of a police search.

              Eighteen-year-old Wendy Stone, described by acquaintances as a model citizen...

              is still missing after    hours.

              She was last seen at the Park side...

              at approximately  :   Monday night, wearing a black dress and jacket.

              Beyond that, no leads or clues point to Wendy's whereabouts.

              She is   foot   with blue eyes and blonde hair.

              Concerned family and friends have established--

              - Bye, Mom. - Bye, sweetie.

              Bye, Dad.

              - Bye. Where are you going? - To hang out with Linda.


              I won't get raped or anything, okay?

              Good-bye. Have fun.

              She's gonna be okay.

              Let's rent a movie tonight, okay?

              - I'll go. - No, no. I want to.

              No, stay. I'll be right back.


              I thought we were going downtown.


              Lagoon Drive.

                 . Your emergency?

              Have a light?

              Excuse me. I called in the report.

              Really? What's your name?

              - Arcadia Street. Phone number? -    -    .

              What's going on?


              next time you have a gut feeling...

              I suggest you try Alka-Seltzer.

              Okay, let's wrap this up.

              Wait a minute. You didn't find the girl?

              There is no girl out there.

              This is all in your imagination.

              Isn't it, Mr. Harrison?

              At least, I hope so.

              What's happening?

              What's going on?

              Come on, honey, this is scaring the shit out of me.

              I'm scared.

              Come here, tell me.

              I'm in it.

              It feels like I'm doing it.

              But like it's not me.

              And when I see light, it hurts my eyes.

              And I feel all this...


              We had another daughter, Samantha, killed in a hit-and-run a year ago.

              When I was dead, I think I saw her.

              Maybe I really went someplace.

              Because I feel like...

              maybe she's trying to warn me...

              or trying to help me save people's lives.

              It's the hardest thing to lose a child.

              I'd like to schedule another PET scan.


              could my situation be--

              You mean, could it be more spiritual in nature?

              I don't know.

              It's not my field.

              I really want to go, but...

              I don't think it's a good idea.

              He's really on edge.

              Dying and all, you know.

              Okay, okay, yeah.

              Come pick me up in    minutes. Bye.

              Kinda cute.

              - What? - He's kind of cute.


              - I've seen you. - No, I don't think so.

              Oh, yes, I have seen you.

              It was...

              Like a flash forward in time.

              You're beautiful.


              My name's Vassago.

              - That's different. - Different.

              - I'm Regina. - I know!

              You know?

              Yes, Regina.

              You don't look like you belong here.

              - Yeah? - Yeah.

              - Maybe you're right. - No, not maybe. I am right.

              I'm so right...

              that I know where you do belong.

              Let me take you somewhere.

              Make you feel--

              Make us both feel...


              We're waiting for people.

              Why don't you let Regina make her own decisions?

              Why don't you piss off?

              I'll see you again.

              What's the deal? You said he was cute.

              He's a creep.

              God, Regina, get some sense.

              Let's get outta here. Let's go.

              No luck, huh?

              Not always.

              I'm Zoe.

              You have beautiful eyes.


              Nothing. I was just...

              imagining the two of us together.

              I made it myself.

              I like this.

              I use bones in my work.

              You're an artist, too?

              Yes, of sorts.

              I'm making a sculpture.

              Would you like to see it?

              So, where is this piece of art?

              At my hideaway.

              What are you hiding?

              You hear me? What's wrong, baby? Come here.


              You bastard!

              Oh, God. I gotta get outta here.

              Oh, my God.

              Where are you going?

              You haven't seen my sculpture yet.

              You see, it's my monument to hell.


              There's only one way out!

              Honey, wake up.

              Oh, my God, no!

              Come on, wake up. What's wrong?

              What's wrong?

              You sick fuck!

              Keep your head very still.

              It was scary. I couldn't wake him up.

              He doesn't remember any of it?

              No, no.

              It's probably the sleeping pills.

              - Can't find it? - Sorry, once more.



              You were in a club last night.

              I was not.

              You're lying, goddamn it!

              Do you have any fucking idea what he was going to do?

              Do you know what you're playing around with?

              Do you know what he does to these girls? He butchers them!

              Slaughters them.

              You hear me?

              Come on. Are you all right?

              You okay?

              I'm fine.

              He's crazy!

              I got it. Now, wait a minute here.

              It's not me. He's doing it.

              Jesus Christ, am I seeing...



              He was with Regina.

              We're connected somehow.

              I know him. I know what he looks like. I should call the police.

              No, I should call the police.

              I should call the police now and have them lock you in a loony bin.

              Or maybe I should call an exorcist.

              - I know it sounds crazy. - It is crazy.

              You need help. Remember what Nyebern said? You might have a brain tumor.

              You know...

              you won't see a psychiatrist and you scared our daughter!

              She's gotta know.

              Tell me what I should do.

              Believe me.

              Damn it!

              I'll go see how Regina is.

              I'm Vassago.


              You know, I don't know her last name. Zoe something.

              Okay, so no missing person report. Thank you. Bye.

              I got it. Hello?

              Hi, Jenny, how are you doing?

              Listen, can you hang on? Where are you going?

              - I'll be back. - When?


              Is this a bad time?

              No, no. I didn't want Hatch to know it was you.

              He won't come in for more tests.

              He's completely paranoid.

              Now he's convinced he's psychically connected to somebody.

              We must get him in.

              If it is an organic brain anomaly...

              his condition could deteriorate unless we do something now.

              Dr. Nyebern, is it...

               at all possible he really is seeing things?

                Like this is all somehow real, what he's been saying?

                Is that what you think?

                I don't know. I don't know what to think anymore.

                If it is...

                psychological, then Dr. Martin could help with this.

                Anything specific I could tell them about this...

                connection he's imagining?

                Here's something.

                It probably doesn't mean anything. Call me if there's anything else.


                it's Jonas Nyebern.

                I know.

                I think I may have a lead.

                Lousy fuck!

                There are no bullets in them, but you assume weapons are loaded.

                We gotta have a gun in the bedroom.

                - I'm putting it here. - I don't believe this.

                We'll hid the shotgun downstairs, and get you and Regina lessons.

                I don't believe you bought these without talking to me. Jesus Christ!

                - I feel we need protection. - No! I won't have guns here!

                No, I won't!

                - Mr. Harrison? - That's right. That's my name.

                Oh, no. Marion told me you might come.

                Please, come in.

                Give me your hand.

                Why have you lost your trust?

                I see a child's bicycle.

                Some souls choose to live for only a short time, Hatch.

                Hold these.

                Think of two questions.

                Keep one to yourself, and tell me the other one.

                Why am I having these visions?

                You're tied to them by a coincidence of fate.

                You crossed over.

                - You brought something back with you. - What?

                Something very powerful.

                The one from your visions?

                He knows you watch him.

                He does?


                Now for the second question.

                Someone close to you is in danger.

                Do you have another daughter?


                This is Regina.

                But there is a purity within you.

                And you must surrender to it.

                Your weakness...

                would bring about her death.

                What's that supposed to mean? My weakness? Never!

                Never Regina!

                You tell me to surrender, and then say my daughter might die? Bullshit!

                There's another energy around you.

                That's irresponsible bullshit!

                He's here.

                No, no. Just go.

                Larson Place.

                Okay, fuckhead, here I come.

                Hatch, what are you doing?

                Hatch, come on!

                Let me in. What are you doing?

                Goddamn it!


                Open the door, please.

                Open the door! Let me in!

                What are you doing? Please.

                What the hell are you doing?

                - Directory Assistance. What city? - In Sinclair. Skies Motel.

                - No listing, sir. - Skies. S-K-I-E-S.

                No listing.

                Pain. I can induce the visions.



                - Yes? - Yes. I came for a reading.

                - It's late. I take appointments. - I know. I'm very sorry.

                Wait, I--

                I'm very sorry. I really need your advice.

                Well, I--


                - Well-- - Oh, please.

                I'm sorry. Who recommended me to you?

                Come now.

                Tell me about Regina.

                Oh. Vassago.

                You don't have to do this anymore.

                You can stop.

                I can't.

                   . What's your emergency?

                Yeah. There's been a murder...

                at     Larson Place.

                I'm going to need your mobile number and your loca--

                Wait a second.

                " Blue Skies."

                "Morton Redlow."

                Hatch, what are you doing?

                He killed somebody again.

                This time because of me.

                He sees through me.

                Oh, Jesus!

                Come in. It's not locked.

                Put that on the table.


                You got a permit for that?


                What can I do for you?

                Well, somebody phoned in a murder report.

                So I checked it out. There was evidence of foul play, but no body.

                - So, I thought of you. - Maybe he took the bodies with him.

                Another gut feeling?

                Look, Detective, I know you'll think this is crazy...

                but I know who's killing these girls.

                He's young, dark hair. He always wears sunglasses.

                His name is Vassago.

                He's been staying at the Blue Skies Motel.

                And, where were you tonight?

                He's been here all night with me.

                Maybe you're one of those clairvoyants that sees crimes, bodies and stuff.

                What do I know?

                Just don't leave town, okay?

                If Rose Orwetto doesn't turn up...

                then I'll have to come back and ask you some questions.

                I'll let myself out.

                You be careful with that thing.

                - How do you know these things? - I've been sucked into this evil fuck.

                -Why you? -I don't know. I know who he wants next.

                - Who? - He's coming after Regina.

                Don't say that! It's not true!

                - Trust me! - Nobody's trying to kill Regina.

                I'm the one who's got to stop this guy.

                - Don't you see what you're doing? - I'm trying to save our daughter.

                Our daughter Samantha, not our daughter Regina.

                Samantha, Hatch. Remember Sam?

                It's not your fault.

                You didn't kill her, okay? Fate killed her.

                The goddamn car killed her. You didn't.

                - Please. - Don't you get it?

                You're making this up so you can be the big hero and save our daughter.

                Just listen!

                Whether you believe or not, this is what's going to happen.

                Tonight I'm up and on guard.

                Regina's safe in the day, but by tomorrow night...

                you and she have to go someplace, and I can't know where it is.

                You've got to stay there till this is over. Can you do that?

                Is that clear? Can you do that?

                Yes, I can leave.

                Because I can't help you with this anymore.

                I love you.

                - Afternoon, Hatch. - Marion.

                Be right back.

                " Detective."

                The most interesting aspect of this case is his vision.

                Closer on his face.

                The muscles that cause the pupils to dilate have been destroyed.

                The slightest amount of light can cause extreme discomfort, if not pain.

                -Special contact lenses filter light. - That's you.

                With these, he's able to withstand low levels of tungsten.

                Do you have anything to add, Doctor?

                Jeremy's violent behavior--


                His psychosis has increased.

                He has escaped into a delusional world--

                Son of a bitch!

                Hatch, what's wrong?



                - What are you doing here? - Who's Jeremy?

                I was just thinking about you. Would you like some tea?

                I've got to find him. Who's Jeremy?

                - Where did you get that tape? - You tell me.

                Tell me what's going on.


                - May I help you? - Yes. I wondered if anyone was here.

                - Are the Harrisons in? - No, they're not.

                Where can I find them? They're old friends of mine.

                I know all the Harrisons' friends.

                How privileged they must feel. My wife and I are...

                having a little garden party.

                And we misplaced their number. Perhaps you could jot it down for me.

                I'll send them an invite. I'd leave it here, but it's more personal...

                if they get it at home.

                I'll put it on the back of one of our business cards...

                and then your wife can read it to you at home.

                Yes, my wife.

                Thank you.

                I'll see myself to the door.

                There's one more favor you could do for me.

                Would you have a bathroom?

                - What are you hiding? - Patient information is confidential.

                Confidential? This is the kid I've been seeing in my head--

                I cannot divulge information without that patient's consent.

                All right, Jeremy was one of my patients.

                Thank you.


                I was very nice to you. Why weren't you nice to me? I just wanted information.

                Do I have to call    ?


                I'm concerned about the protection of your family.

                Protect my family? This fucking Jeremy is stalking my teenage daughter!

                - Tell me who he is? - Calm down.


                Tell me who he is!


                Jeremy is your son?

                Three years ago...

                he killed his mother.

                And he killed his sister, then he killed himself.

                You brought him back.

                Like me.

                Even as a child, Jeremy was psychotic.

                But he was my son.

                You'd have done the same.


                "Under The Roller Coaster."

                Regina, are you packed? Hurry up.

                I don't know why I'm bringing all this. I'm not gonna end up wearing it.

                Call-waiting sucks. I'm not getting that.

                Okay. Please have left already.

                I'll give you the number as soon as I know where we're gonna be.

                But we're not supposed to tell anybody 'cause--

                Goddamn it!

                He's got Regina!

                You drive.

                Where am I going?

                I don't know. Just keep going.

                I'm so sorry.

                Lindsey, we'll get her back.

                Fuck it!

                She's still alive.

                What are you doing?

                They're on the highway, going east. Otherway.

                - Wonderland. - What?

                He's taking her to that old amusement park.


                Oh, you.

                What is this?

                You killed Jeremy.

                No. I brought you back.

                I brought you back to life.

                - I came to help you. - "I came to help you."

                - I want to help you. - "I want to help you."

                Here, here.

                Don't you get it? Huh?

                I don't wanna be saved!

                I want to be damned.

                Through this maintenance door.

                I asked you here to show you my work.

                I changed my mind.

                Oh, Jesus.

                This way.


                He knows we're here.



                Through here.



                I'm here!

                Forgive me.

                Did you come to watch? Good!

                My father wasn't able to watch his wife and daughter die, but you will be.

                Regina's the virgin crown to my art.

                I knew it when I saw her through your eyes.

                I'm not afraid of you. I'm the one with the power.

                You're nothing!

                You're a link between me and Regina, that's all.

                Come on up. I'll wait.

                Shut up!

                You skinny little fuck!

                Here I come.

                Daddy, what's happening?

                - I'm coming. - Shut up!


                You're invisible.

                And I'm invincible.

                On your knees!

                We are Vassago.

                Darkness has no power in the light.



                Regina, he's dead.

                It's over.

                We can save him.

                Watch the doors. Get the crash cart ready.

                Okay, on three. One, two, three. Lift.

                Lose the gurney.


                -   . . - Watch it.

                Stand by.

                - Charge    . - Pads are on.

                - Charged. - Clear.

                No pulse.

                - Charge to    . - Clear.

                We've got a breath!

                Pulse is erratic.

                We've got him!


                - It was just a dream. - Ah, Jesus.

                You scared me.

                This is just like that movie Carrie.

                Sissy Spacek.

                - Oh, Badlands. - Martin Sheen.

                - The Subject Was Roses. - Patricia Neal.

                - Hud. - Paul Newman.

                They say he dunks his head in ice water every morning.

                Shut up and kiss me.


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