(saw whirring)
- Are you going in today?
I told my mom that you would pick up my box of stuff
after you got off of work.
Addy.
- Sorry.
I might actually stay home today.
- [Enzo] What's going on?
What's wrong?
- I'm fine, I'm just um,
not really feeling great.
- Well, I'll just call my mom and say we'll do it next week.
- Love you. - You too.
(ominous music)
(laughing)
(phone ringing)
- Oh, hold on guys, sorry.
My wife, it's the wife.
- [Coworker] Okay, yeah, no worries.
- Hey, how you feeling?
(sighs)
Ad?
- Yeah, I'm in here.
- [Enzo] Hey, I don't know why you're not in bed right now.
You need rest.
- Oh god, it's just like...
- [Enzo] Stop lemme see, stop.
Stop!
- [Addy] What, it won't stop itching.
- Okay, lemme see.
(sighs)
Jesus Ad, you brought me home for this?
- You think it's something serious?
- No, it's nothing.
Stop.
Listen Ad,
okay you're,
you're fine.
(ominous music)
- No.
(panicked breathing)
Jesus, fuck.
- [Enzo] Ad?
What are you doing?
- Um,
I couldn't sleep so I was gonna take a hot shower.
- Well, hurry up.
You need sleep.
You look like death.
(shower running)
(ominous music)
(sizzling)
Not going in today I guess?
- No, no, I'm going in.
I'm just a little tired.
- How's the itch?
- The what?
- The itch.
- Oh yeah, it's okay.
- Good.
Like I said, the best thing for that
is leave it alone and it'll go away.
(ominous music)
(pot hissing)
(ominous music)
(groaning)
- [Addy] I'm not crazy.
- I never said you were.
And that?
- I can't help it, it's unbearable.
- Was it self inflicted?
Now have you had any episodes like this before?
(ominous music)
Addy?
You're in a safe place.
Have you ever had any suicidal thoughts?
Look, to be perfectly honest with you,
I can't find anything wrong with you.
I think that the best thing you can do is go home
and get some rest.
A couple of days, the symptoms should clear up.
If they don't then go ahead and give me a call.
(ominous music)
(crying)
(phone ringing)
(laughing)
- Addy?
Addy, where the hell are you?
Ad?
(door creaks)
(ominous music)
Addy, what the fuck?!
Addy, what is that?
What the fuck is that, Addy!
- [Addy] You have it.
- [Enzo] Have what?
This is in your head!
- I spread it to you.
- It's in your head, Addy!
- I spread it to him.
I spread it to them.
It all started here, E.
I can feel it inside me.
- [Enzo] Stop, Addy stay there.
Stay right there, you don't know what the fuck--
- I love you, Enzo.
- Do not come near me, please!
Please, Addy.
(saw whirring)
Stay right there, Addy!
(screaming)
(birds chirping)
(ominous music)
- [Addy] Oh fuck, no.
Jesus, fuck.
- [Enzo] Ad?
(panicked breathing)