The Uninvited

I love you,

and I have a condom.

- Matt, I shouldn't be here.

- Come on, Anna.

- No. No.

- Come on, it'll be fun.

I really shouldn't be here.

Anna. Come on.

I'm at a party,

but all I want to do is get home.

Hey, where you going? Anna?

Don't go home.

And then I hear my mother's bell.

I go to find her.

When she got sick,

we moved her into the boathouse.

It's where she wanted to be.

She's alone.

She's not supposed to be alone.

Anna.

I run up to the house to find my dad.

There's something wrong.

It doesn't feel safe.

There's something evil in the house.

One way or another,

these dreams seem to be

about trying to get out of the woods

and back home.

Yeah.

And when I get there, it's like

Mom's trying to tell me something.

But I can't understand what it is,

what she's trying to say.

Well, we've talked about

the little redheaded girl,

but now there's a new detail,

the watering can.

Why do you think you were holding it?

I don't know.

I really don't remember.

Maybe you were trying

to put out the fire.

When my mom first got sick,

she said that she'd always be there.

Could be a stray cat,

orjust the sound of the wind,

but it would always be her.

She'd always protect us, you know.

But...

But the night of the fire,

I couldn't protect her.

Smart girl.

If I'm so smart, why can't I remember

what happened that night?

Okay. Here's what I think.

We survive by remembering,

but sometimes we survive by forgetting.

You lost your mother in a tragic fire.

Your life was changed forever by,

what, a broken fuel valve?

Maybe it's not

such a bad thing to forget.

- But what about the dream?

- It's a dream.

You'll figure it out, or you won't.

That's how it all works.

It's a process, Anna.

What's it been? Ten months?

And you're almost finished.

But you're not gonna get there

in a place like this.

- Do you think I'm ready to leave?

- What else do you want from me?

Go home. Kiss a boy, get into trouble.

Finish what you started.

Hi.

One minute.

Pretty little Anna.

Going home, sweet home.

I'll be Lonely.

I really gotta go.

There was so much blood,

wasn't there, Anna?

Do you really think they fixed you?

Come on, honey.

Let the girl pack her things.

What have we told you about

wandering in here all the time?

They couldn't fix me.

Who will I tell my stories to?

I've got a surprise for you.

- Look in the glove compartment.

- Tell me it's a cheeseburger.

Not quite.

- You finished it.

- Yeah. Look inside.

- Thank you, Dad.

- You're very welcome.

Is it any good?

Well, I don't know,

but I'm sure you'll tell me.

I know something that's good.

Oh, awesome. Thank you.

Yeah, Rachel made them.

She was gonna come today,

but I told her I wanted you all to myself.

She's been great, Anna.

Really, she has been.

I don't know what I would've...

- Dad. You got me to yourself.

- ... done without her.

Alex?

Anna. You're back.

You're early. I'd hug you, but I...

Welcome home.

You look great. You look so skinny.

I think I could use some time

at that place.

My first order of business

is fattening her up.

I've already started with him.

Yeah, she's been cooking all day.

- Making... Oh, what are you making?

- Beef Stroganoff. Your favorite.

So, you have a house

full of women now, Mr. Writer.

- Did your dad tell you my idea?

- No.

About the party.

We thought we could throw you

a "Welcome Home, Anna" bash.

Yeah, okay. Maybe.

Well, everybody's

been asking about you.

- We've got all summer. There's no rush.

- No.

Okay, I'm gonna go down to the water.

I blew it.

Anna.

Just like it never happened, huh?

Alex. Oh, I missed you so much.

So, what do you think?

You know, he had them

working weekends

so it'd be finished

by the time you got back.

Welcome to your new ward.

Better food, crazier people.

- When did she move in?

- Guess.

First, she was helping

with the accident inquiry,

and then she was helping

with the funeral.

Now, she's helping him cope.

Three times a night.

Whatever.

Hey, thanks a lot, by the way.

For what?

- Deserting me.

- Alex!

You know, I was stuck here

with those two

while you went off

searching for your inner psycho.

Alex, you don't know

what it was like in there.

She was my mother, too.

You know, you could've at least

written me back.

What are you talking about?

The playlists I made you,

the letters I wrote.

I didn't get anything, Alex. I swear.

Maybe Dr. Silberling

didn't want me to see them.

No, it wasn't Dr. Silberling.

Oh, he's such an a**hole!

I mean, how could you

not send my letters?

Those were my letters, Dad.

What? Were you too afraid I'd tell her

about your new little girlfriend?

Was that it?

Talk about all the dirty little secrets?

And it was a mistake for you

to move her in here,

and our whole stupid town

just loves talking about it.

You disgust me.

- Alex, where are you going?

- As if anybody cares.

You caught me.

Come here. You can hug me now.

I'm clean.

Listen, Anna, I know the rules state

that you're supposed to hate

Dad's new girlfriend,

but I'm really hoping that

we can be more original than that

and make this work.

- Sure.

- Yeah.

- Something's different.

- Oh, yeah, we painted.

I really love all the wallpaper

in the house,

but the kitchen just needed

some brightening up.

There used to be something here.

- Did there?

- Yeah, a chalkboard?

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