Psych9 Page #4

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No no no.

It'll only be a minute.

Come on, I'd like to meet him.

Come on, honey.

Cole.

It's just here, right?

The doctor's

on the fifth floor?

I'm tired

and I want to go home.

I'm tired too, babe. I just want

to meet your friend, that's all.

What, it's not

working now or what?

'Cause we can take the stairs.

That's fine too.

Let's go home.

I'm tired.

Let's go.

All right.

Let's go home.

How's that feel?

I can't, not now.

I said no.

It's not all this again,

is it, Ros?

'Cause I thought

we were past all this.

Are you listening to me?

I'm really not sure how else

we're supposed to make a baby, hon.

See?

You wrote it yourself--

"Days we have sex."

Today is the day.

Listen to me!

You're hurting me.

What do you think

you're doing to me?

I thought

we were okay, hon.

But here we are--

the same sh*t

over and over

and over again.

Get over it.

Jesus f***ing Christ!

It's not my f***ing fault

we can't have kids.

F***!

I mean, you must know

how it is--

working all night

and sleeping all day.

I never get a chance

to see my friends.

I don't know

who else to talk to.

Yeah.

Well, you can always

talk to me.

I mean, you know that,

Roslyn.

Yeah.

The door

in my dream--

what do you think

it means?

What do you think

it means?

I think it's just

a stupid dream.

What are you writing?

I mean...

Nothing.

Just some--

having some thoughts.

Um, Roslyn,

if the gynecologists

have told you

that there's

no physical reason

for you not to be able

to conceive a child,

then the problem is

most likely

psychosomatic--

in your mind.

Do you follow?

And I think

the reason for that

Iies beyond

the dream door.

So it's up to you

to open it.

Let's-- let's talk

a little bit more

about your family.

You mentioned that--

that your parents died

when you were a child.

How did that happen?

No no, I don't want

to talk about that.

- Okay.

- Okay?

- Okay.

- Okay.

Whenever you feel ready.

Cole, have you seen

my keys?

My keys-- where the hell

are my keys?

Excuse me.

Where's your ring?

Where are my keys,

God damn it?

Maybe if you calmed down,

you'd find them.

I keep losing things.

Hey.

All right, what?

Do you want me to get up?

Do you want me to help you look for them?

No, I don't want

to lose my job, okay?

Okay, why don't you

just take the cab?

It's my day off.

Knock yourself out,

sweetheart.

Thank you.

While the protesters

stopped short of...

some sort of cover-up

by the department,

there are clearly

a lot of frightened people

in our city

looking for answers...

All right.

Please, oh please.

Come on, come on.

It's Cole.

Leave a message.

Cole, the car

won't start.

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