Lord of Illusions

- Take it home.
- No.

You didn't hire me, she did. She wants me
off the job, I want to hear it from her.

She doesn't want to see you.
- No?
- No.

- People are dying here.
- Yes.

It's a terrible tragedy.
Is that all you have to say?
It's a fucking terrible tragedy?
- I wanna know why.
- Why people die?

Give it up, D'Amour.
Go home.
Don't try to see her, D'Amour.
- Just leave her alone.
- Lock up, will ya?

Jennifer has only ever had one visitor.
- Mr. Quaid?
- Right.

He's dead, isn't he?
- Yeah.
- Heard it on the news.

Jennifer doesn't know, and frankly,
this isn't the best time for her to be told.

I won't say anything.
She's been with us for four years
and she was coming along nicely.

- Past month, she's been worse than ever.
- What's her problem?

She has no real grip on reality.
- Does anybody?
- Oh, yes.

We have to agree on what's real and
what's not. That's what holds us together.

What does Jennifer think is real?
She thinks the devil's coming for her.
- Have we met before?
- No.

Only... I-I forget.
They give me pills, you know?
To make me even.
And I, uh... I forget things.
You didn't forget me.
I just came by to see if you remembered
a man named Butterfield.

Maybe. I...