It started already?
How long will it last?
I won't make it back by then, bud.
I'm sorry...
Well you can but I don't think
the meteor shower's gonna wait on me.
You're the astronomer though...
Just go ahead and watch it without me.
I know we agreed but I can't miss this job.
But we had a good time swimming today didn't we?
You're here for a few more days-I'll take you tomorrow.
Promise.
Yeah.
I gotta go bud, work call...
Alright. Love you, buddy.
I'm sorry. I...
GPS? Up here?!
I'm almost there!
Where am I?
Halfway up the mountain?
I hired you for a reason, didn't I?
Tell the customer that if he wants
to get service so fast to not live
off the damn map!
Dammit, Bart! That storm
put everyone your side of the
county in the dark. Fried the whole grid!
Now you asked for extra hours.
If you don't want them, I'll find someone who does.
Tell the customer I'm almost there.
I just need his road
118 Forest Glen.
118 Forest Glen...
118... 118... Forest-
Shit!
No thunder?
(screams)
(tires squeal)
(gasping)
Hello?
Who's out there?
Hello?
Are you okay?!
(groaning)
Kent! Thank god they sent you.
You have to help me.
What happened?
It's Bart. I came to get Reese and he won't let me take him.
Won't even let me in.
He's holed up in there.
I'd just pop the door
but he looks off his rocker.
Was afraid he'd hurt the boy.
You did the right thing.
Schedule says you don't get him for another two days.
Doesn't Bart get him all week?
Yes but I woke up with the worst feeling.
I just came to check on him. As his guardian I have the right to.
The son of a bitch won't even let me in.
Have you spoken to Reese?
He won't let me.
He won't even let me see him!
Call it mother's intuition but something
is wrong with my son.
I've never seen Bart act like this before.
Kent?
Bart.
Ssh! Keep it down. He's asleep.
Bart, we need your son.
Your case file says that your wife-
Ex-
Your ex-wife came to see him.
Which is in her rights
and you wouldn't let her in. Is that true?
You know how that looks, Bart.
Yes.
You have to let her take him, Bart.
You have to leave.
You have to go. I can't let her have him.
Do you realize the severity of what-
Yes.
Have you hurt him?
Hurt him?! He's my son!
I have to see the boy to make sure
you haven't hurt him.
If you don't let me see him
everyone will think you have something to hide.
That's exactly what this is about, Bart.
Your ex-wife has legal custody of the boy. You know this.
She can take possession whenever she wants and you have to let her.
He's "changed".
Kids change, Bart.
He's acting... unusual.
Your behavior is unusual-
Not like this!
Erratic behavior can happen in divorce cases
as delicate as yours.
It negatively affects everyone, especially children.
That's no reason to lock them up.
You're not safe here.
My two friends here say I am.
I'm going back to D.S.S.
and I'm telling them about today.
Depending on how you behave
you may never see your son or even THE sun for a long time. Understand?
I'm not gonna ask you again.
Bring him in.
Reese! My baby!
Are you okay?
Why don't you take a seat, Reese?
What did you do to him?
Let's begin.
Now is your name Reese?
And are you nine years old?
Are you in fact capable of speech?
Yes.
Even better.
You're doing just great.
How are you feeling, Reese?
Fine.
How do you like school?
It's fine...
How about this visit to your father's?
How's that going?
Fine...
Tell me about it, Reese.
I don't know who that is in there but it's not my son.
What happened to him?
It's...
It's possible...
In certain cases when a child is confronted
with something beyond their ability to face.
They shut down.
They remove themselves from the world and become
cold and aloof.
Like what?
What kinds of cases?
Cases of abuse.
My god.
If he won't talk about it
he's either blocking out the experience
or protecting the abuser.
What can we do?
It's not easy.
To get around these blocks
I suggest we try hypnosis.
Hypnosis?!
You'd be surprised what we can learn from it.
Whatever is going on here,
I think it's our only option.
Hypnosis?
Hypnosis?! No way!
Something happened to my son and I will find out what!
Libby...
Now I want you to focus.
Focus on the sound of my voice
as the world just slips away.
Everything
slips away.
No worries, no distractions.
Just the sound of my voice.
Now take a deep breath.
Now I want you to imagine that you're in a deep,
bottomless pool.
Like a swimming hole?
Sure, like a swimming hole.
You're floating in there
with all your memories.
Your whole life is there with you.
Understand?
Now I'm gonna ask you some questions.
About what you see in there with you.
And you're gonna tell me the truth, okay?
Are you happy, Reese?
No.
Why not?
I can't tell you why.
Why not?
He won't let me.
Who won't let you?
The person...
The person that visits.
Someone that you visit?
Or someone that visits you?
He visits me.
I'm not supposed to see him but I do.
When I play outside he's there...
When I go to sleep he's there.
When I'm eating dinner.
Riding a bike...
It started only sometimes but now he's always there.
He's always watching me, he's always there!
Reese? Is he here now?
Where?
In here.
In your imagination?
I want him to leave but he won't.
Why not?
He says he's not done.
Not done with what?
Me...
(choking)
Why'd you give him that?
He was thirsty.
Did he ask for it?
No.
Why'd you bring him that if he didn't ask?
Cause he was thirsty. What's your problem?
We talked about this.
Reese, is having your father here
making you uncomfortable?
Would you like him to leave?
He can't frighten you anymore.
Reese, why is this person inside your head?
What happened?
Because he's hurt.
He's been hiding there ever since dad hit him.
Your father hit you?
Not me. Him.
Can I speak to the person your father hit?
I promise I won't tell your father, Reese.
Has your father hit you?
Yes.
Does he hit you often?
Once. Only once.
How?
His car.
He hit me with his car.
It was dark...
I was in the woods.
He'd been drinking.
He just hit me for no reason.
I fell.
I couldn't move.
He stood over me
then kicked me.
I thought I was dying.
I told him I was hurt but he didn't listen.
I was hurting but he didn't listen!
Go on.
He picked me up and dropped me inside.
Put me in a tub of ice and left me.
Everything felt so heavy...
(grunts)
I heard him upstairs.
I got up and I ran.
Ran from the house so he couldn't hurt me.
Couldn't hit me...
He hit me! He hit me!
Guys, I did not hit him. I didn't hit him.
That's enough-
He hit me!
I didn't hit him!
He hit me!
Reese, everything you've told me, will you say that in a courtroom?
He hit me.
Wait you can't cuff me!
I didn't hit him!
I DIDN'T HIT HIM!
I did not hit my son!
He hit me!
Ask him when. Ask him when!
He hit me!
Ask him when it happened!
I want Reese out of here now!
Ask him-
Wake him up! Snap him out of it!
Ask him when!
He hit me!
We're done. I'm taking him!
He hit me!
Please!
Reese!
When did your father hit you?
Three days ago.
(grunts)
Your father hit you with a car only three days ago?
But he looks just fine.
I'm not talking to Reese am I?
No.
Who are you?
I'm the new Reese.
Okay, New Reese...
Why are you here?
My body died
and I needed a new one.
To carry out our message.
Message?
What message is that?
Death.
I'm sorry I called you names, sorry I pushed you.
But you have to get out of here right now. Go.
You have to leave!
I don't know what he's trying to do
but you have to get out of here. Now!
What's going on?
Bart?
(hisses)
You shouldn't have done that, Bart.
Take him.
You don't understand.
You gotta listen to me!
He'll get in your head. He'll get in your head!
Please! Please listen.
Please! Please!
Libby!
You have to listen to me!
Please!
Why are we going to die, Reese?
That's what I was sent here to do.
You don't believe that, do you?
You do.
I know you do.
These don't know what to think
and she's too worked up to form a thought.
But you know something's going on.
First you thought it was guilt.
That the father did something
and was trying to hide it.
But now you're not sure.
You know something's going on.
Do I?
You have big ideas for-
I can taste it: your fear.
The way you can taste onions in a meal.
You're allergic to onions.
Have been since you were twenty-eight.
Reese?
Call me that again and you'll wish you hadn't.
(pleas from outside)
What are you?
Your new god.
What do you want?
We will deliver our message.
Your message is death.
How do you deliver death?
Starting with you.
Bart: Listen! Please!
Your father hasn't hurt you at all has he?
He figured us out.
Wouldn't let us leave the house.
If you're so strong how could he stop you?
Something in the boy won't let us hurt him.
One last piece protects him.
But not the mother...
He hasn't forgiven her
for leaving the father.
But they're just close enough to send a message.
A worry...
A cry for help.
But that doesn't matter now.
Because you:
he's not protecting you.
(gasps)
(screams)
(gunshots)
(gunshot)
I just want my son back...
(door opens)
I just want my son back.
He's keeping me safe.
There's still a piece of Reese in there.
Protecting me.
I won't let you leave until you give him back.
Dad?
No...
No.
No!
NO!
(gasps)
(twitching)
(breathing)
(growls)
(roars)
(screams)
(sobs)
NO!
NO!!!
(yells)
(sobbing)
(screaming)