Unsane (2018)/Transcript

Sawyer: (V.O.) He was nice, you know? Quiet. Uncomfortable. And I felt bad. I mean, how do you spend two hours a week talking to your father who doesn't even recognize you? My father died when I was fifteen. Respiratory failure. 
Funeral Goer: I'm sorry.
Sawyer: (V.O.) No one saw it coming. So while I was fantasizing about being the savior who would pull his father back to clarity... David was having his own fantasies.
David: He would want us to be together.
Detective Ferguson: (V.O.) Okay, let's talk about Sawyer-Valentini in Boston, Year Zero. Um... obviously, I would recommend sensors on all your doors and windows, and I would swap the terrace doors out for a steel chord door. Um... Update your deadbolts. Uh, I wanted to talk to you about situational awareness, okay? "Where is the nearest police station? Where is the nearest fire station?" These are things that should always be right on the tip of your tongue. Yeah, parking? Um, I know you have parking in the rear of the building with a back entrance, I'm gonna ask you not to use that any more. I know it's convenient, but I, I would advocate selling your car and using a ride service. If you can't or won't do that, uh, I would say park on the street, preferably under a light source, uh, and come back and walk through this-- this courtyard here, where people can see you, with your keys in your hand, by the way, you want your keys always in your hand, y'know, like... You don't wanna be digging around in your purse, in the dark, for your keys. Um, and I'll talk to you about and help you with a go bag? Y'know, with just... Uh, cash, credit cards, a change of clothes, flashlight, charger, that kinda thing, a firearm, if-- if you're, uh, open to that idea, of purchasing or registering a firearm, learning how to use it. Think about altering your routine, uh, when you go to work, when you leave work... Um, that kind of thing. How about social media? Are you on social media accounts?
Sawyer: Uh, I'm on Facebook, but my account's private, so...
Det. Ferguson: Right, okay, that's-- that's no good, because he'd be able to, uh, y'know... figure out a friend of yours from marching band or a sorority sister and-- and-- and go get photos from them, create a bogus account, and then try to Friend you that way. Your friends know your email, just-- That's enough, just delete the Facebook, today. Um, and then talk to your friends. Y'know, be open about this, inform them what's going on, tell them not to mention you, don't tag you on Instagram, y'know, uh, um... Y'know, baby showers, or-- or, uh, y'know, chardonnay day with the girls, or, y'know, whatever it is, if someone's taking a picture? You do whatever you can to get out of it, alright? Think of your cell phone as your enemy, and this... your new best friend.
Sawyer: And now he's here. Or maybe it's all in my head.
Violet: Ow! The fuck is that cunt doin' in here, huh?
Sawyer: Never mind me. Act like I'm not here. I'm impressed.
Violet: What's goin' on, huh?
Sawyer: Do it. Show me.
Violet: Huh...? No. No! No, no, no! No! No! No, no! No! No!
Sawyer: David, shut her up. Shut her up.
Violet: Stop it! Stop--!
Sawyer: No, stop! Stop! Stop. Violet-- Violet-- [She shushes her.] Hey, hey... Hey. Hey. Hey. We all get lonely, Violet. You push enough people away, soon enough, there's-- there's no one left. I don't think you wanted me to hate you, hm? I think you wanted me to notice you. Here I am, Violet. Here I am. David.
Violet: No, no--! Help! 
Sawyer: Violet, get out of the fucking way! Move!
Violet: Let me out! No, no, no! No, no! No! God dammit-- Please!
David: You look so beautiful right now... Now I feel like I'm looking at the real you. That's the you that I saw back at the hospice. There are so many things that I-- That I wanted to say to you, all these things in my-- In my head... But I-- I froze up. But now it's gonna be different! 'C- 'Cause it's just you... and me. Y- You... You'll learn to love me! Just... a year from now. Maybe... Maybe two. I was thinking that maybe we could... start a family of our own. What do you think about that? A little girl with your eyes and your smile... Oh, wouldn't that be... perfect? You'd make such an amazing mother.