Lights Out Page #3

requires you to prove yourself and

your home as an appropriate surrogate.

That's 2 major choices

for you to make.

Declaring war on your mother and...

transforming yourself into a

responsible guardian for him.

You ready to do that?

I can be a responsible guardian.

It's okay.

I got some sleep.

I'll be better tonight.

Hey.

I got your text, what's up?

- Can you take me to my Mom's?

- Really?

- Really?

- Hey.

- With this whole thing again?

- What?

No, I'll tell you about it in the car.

What are you doing?

- I think we should talk about last night.

- What?

Yeah. How you kicked me out

for being honest with you.

Oh.

Um.

Yeah, I just...

I'm sorry.

You were right.

I was using Martin to get to mom.

Thank you for pointing that out.

- Can we...?

- Mm-mm.

You should apologize to Martin.

Not like that,

but you should still apologize.

Okay, I got to

find out about Diana.

The b*tch is real.

Wait.

Who's Diana?

Mom?

Alright, what are we looking for?

We're looking for mom.

If you see her,

we hit the back door, got it?

Got it.

Sophie & Diana

Mulberry Hill, CA

Patient 283,

on October 6th, 1984.

The patient suffers from a unique

skin disorder that manifest itself

with an extreme sensitivity to light.

The patient's stay here

has been very problematic.

She has a history

of violence and...

lately she's obsessed with one of the

patients in the heliotherapy ward.

A young girl named Sophie.

And...

Oh, bring her.

Keep her restraints on.

Thank you.

Hello, Diana.

Keep the lights out.

I hear you've been

very bad again.

Diana, I want you to

stay away from Sophie.

She's my friend.

Then why did you hurt her?

She was getting better.

November the 13th.

The patient's skin

condition is worsening.

We're preparing an experimental treat...

Hold her down!

Use full dose now, 1200 watts.

Turn it off!

Now!

Jesus Chri...

Bret!

Bret!

Stay away.

Stay away, Becca.

I won't be sent away again.

You okay?

What happened?

We got to go, your mom's here.

Get up.

Slow down. Slow down. Slow down.

- Sh*t.

- Talk to me.

- Oh god.

- What happened up there?

I don't know.

- I was attacked.

- Yeah, by what?

I don't know.

I can't explain it.

What's all this for?

Proof.

That's proof.

I know.

I'm just saying,

you can talk about

your sister to me, okay?

She's fine.

Did you take your vitamins?

Oh.

I am feeling a little better.

But, hey.

Listen, bud, I...

I know I've been a little distant lately

and I really want to fix that.

How about a popcorn and

movie night tonight?

Yes, please.

Good.

I think a little personal time

is just what we need.

The three of us.

- Mom?

- Huh?

How about just you and me tonight?

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