In Dreams

bIn Dreams (1999)/b

Mirror, mirror, on the wall,

who's the fairest of us all?

You're the fairest in

this hall, but Snow White is the...

Come on, Rebecca.

Forget it's a play.

Just say it

like you're saying it to me.

Snow White's the fairest of them all

And again. Mirror, mirror, on the

wall, who's the fairest of us all?.

- You're the fairest in...

- Wrong.

You are.

What are they doing, Mommy?

Nothing, Rebecca.

Daddy'll be home soon.

Last to the car's a bag of rats!

You never knew

I was a bag of rats!

Daddy!

Daddy!

Hey. Hey, sweetie.

- The goldfish died.

- Oh, no.

- He did?

- He started to swim backwards.

Mom froze him so we could

bury him when you come back.

- You want something to eat?

- Breakfast and lunch.

- Mary's made spaghetti.

- Oh, God. It's 2am for me, honey.

I'm sorry. What are these?

- Nothing.

- That's Snow White.

Show Daddy your costume, honey.

No, I don't want to.

I wanna show him the goldfish.

OK.

What is this?

Little Red Riding Hood?

No. It's nothing

to do with anything.

It's just another weird dream.

Oh, no. Not like the one you had

before my mother died, is it?

- No.

- Good.

Not like that one.

This one, it keeps coming back.

There's an orchard

and this little girl.

That little girl,

she's being led through it.

- The little girl that's missing?

- She's holding someone's hand.

It's a man or a woman...

with red hair.

I keep trying to get rid of it.

I can't.

I don't know.

What do you want me to say?

- If it's real, go to the cops.

- Paul, please.

- I don't know about psychic stuff.

- I hate that word.

- So do I.

- What's "physic", Daddy?

They're searching the reservoir,

but I have a feeling she's not dead.

What's "physic", Daddy?

Psychic is when you can

see through things, like...

what's in that big box

that Daddy brought home?

Right by the front door.

- You got it?

- You bet ya.

I tramped all over Tokyo for that.

Not too low!

And again.

Good night, sweetheart.

Wasn't that meant for her birthday?

Yeah, it was. But I can't be here.

I'm only on a stopover.

- Have you told her?

- No.

They f***ed up my schedule again.

- What about the play?

- The play's fine.

I have to leave for Seattle at eight.

Hey. I got you a kimono.

Hey.

What did you say your name was?

Red.

Where are we going?

What?

What is it?

I saw her,

the little girl that's missing.

- I can't help it. I'm sorry.

- Oh, Jesus.

I'm sorry.

She's so innocent, Paul,

going wherever he asks her.

It's somewhere terrible.

I told you, if it's real

you should go to the cops.

It's worse now. It's like

some storm's about to break.

All right, look, honey.

Tomorrow I'll go to the police, OK?

I'll tell them whatever it is

you're imagining, all right?

I wanna know I'm wrong, Paul,

more than anything.

I wanna know it's just a dream.

Oh, you know, I'm sorry to

keep you waiting, Mr Cooper.

- I apologise. Really I do.

- No problem.

I hope you understand that,

you know, this is, well...

- This has been a very busy week.

- Yeah, yeah.

OK, uh, let me...

Let me see if I get this right here.

Your wife had a headache...

and she saw a vision

of the missing child, right?

I wouldn't phrase it like that.

- How would you phrase it?

- She has, um, these dreams.

- Is she a clairvoyant?

- No.

Does she talk to dead people?

Communicate with the dead?

What? Detective, this isn't a seance.

I was gonna ask

does she wear a turban?

One of those crystal balls

with a lamp shade?

- None of that.

- Just checking.

Tell me what happened.

She dreamt the child

was taken to an orchard

where terrible things were

happenin' to her. North of here.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

In this vision,

did she get a fix on anyone else?

Only his hand.

He was holding her hand.

The little girl?.

Yeah, but it could've been a woman's.

Could have been... Oh. All right.

OK. OK, sir. Thanks for comin' in.

Detective! I'm waitin' here an hour.

My wife isn't makin' this up.

I'm not saying she is. It's been

a long day, give me a break.

Based on your information,

I'm lookin' for a man, a woman...

It's not really helpin' me.

Listen, listen.

I know you got a tough job.

I got a tough job too. I fly 747 s.

I got 350 people relyin' on me.

So do me a favour. Hear me out.

Don't treat me like I'm a wacko.

They already found her, Mr Cooper.

Bottom of a storm drain.

Stones in her pockets.

So you go back to flyin' your 747 s.

You take care of your people.

I gotta get back to the tedious

business of finding who killed her.

Thanks for comin' in.

There are 12 fairies, Mommy.

Oh. But you'll look the best.

I'm the only one that talks.

OK. Why don't you try it

one more time?

Then we'll go to dance class, OK?

Big breath.

Who's the fairest of us all?.

You're the fairest in this hall,

but Snow White's

the fairest...of them all.

Very good.

Claire?

Hon?

There you are.

You don't have to tell me.

I heard it on the news.

Guess I'm crazy again, huh?

Well, you got it wrong this time.

Yeah, I got a lot of things wrong.

- What's that mean?

- You know what it means.

I don't. What are you talking about?

I'm talking about the girl

you're seeing in Sydney, Australia.

I'm talking about me pretending

it hasn't been happening.

Don't look so surprised.

I'm not reading your mind

or your f***ing letters,

but be more discreet

where you put them!

I took this girl to dinner once.

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