Quiet (2023) Movie Script
Nina!
Nina!
Where have you been?
I went for a walk.
You're supposed to be
able to hear me when I call.
I know.
Sorry.
I was out further
than last time.
It took me longer to get back.
Everything okay?
You shouldn't be here.
Says who?
These are terrible.
I'm supposed to be
expressing myself.
Oh yeah?
How's that going for you?
Really well.
You're wasting away here.
Are you going to stay?
If you want me to.
Nina!
You in there?
Nina, we talked about this.
No locked doors.
I'm painting.
I'm fine.
Can you unlock the door please?
Just a sec.
Why was the door locked?
I just didn't want
to be disturbed.
How's the painting going?
It's going great.
They look good.
Can't stay in here all day.
Come to the kitchen.
I'll be out soon.
Unlocked.
Are you going to get in?
Keep it down.
Are you going to get in?
How do you get that?
Stop looking.
Stop hiding.
Bobbed wire fence.
Trying to escape?
You can't stay here.
I could help.
I need to get better.
That's just what he
wants you to think.
What are you making?
Soup.
I'm sick of soup.
You need to eat.
Do I?
It'll make you feel better.
What's wrong with me?
I tell you I'm fine, but you
don't treat me that way.
We're not going over this again.
You want it like this?
You think this is fun for me?
- Why won't you listen to me?
- Eat your soup.
I'm sick of being your patient.
Just stop.
Eat your fucking soup.
I can't let him do this to you.
I'm getting you out of here.
Only if you want to.
I want to.
Nina!
Nina!
Stop it!
No!
Nina, stop!
Nina.
Nina.
I'm not giving up on you.
I can fix this.
I can fix this.
What are you doing?
I thought I left the stove on.
What's wrong,
baby? Are you okay?
This kid doesn't sleep.
He's like his daddy.
Come back to bed. We miss you.
I'll be up soon.
I've been having thoughts.
Violent thoughts.
I would never do
anything to hurt my wife.
Or our unborn son.
But I keep getting
these horrible images.
Like something's trying
to take over my brain
and force me to do
something I don't want to do.
I can't eat.
I can't sleep.
I'm afraid if I shut my eyes,
I'm going to sleepwalk
and do something
unthinkable.
I don't know what to do.
Make amends with your wife.
Pray the rosary five times
and try to get some rest.
You'll feel better.
Am I dangerous, Father?
I believe evil thoughts
can become evil deeds.
God, the Father of mercies,
through the death and
resurrection of your son,
you have reconciled
the world to yourself
and sent the Holy Spirit
for the forgiveness of sins.
Why are you still here?
Hey, Ted.
Where's Jared?
Covering his shift.
No, no.
No, you're not, then.
I don't have any
more money for OT.
Who's going to work?
I'll cover it.
Come on, Ted.
Just let me finish his shift.
Ben, you look like shit.
I work for regular pay.
Go home.
Where were you all day?
At work.
I tried work.
You weren't there.
I think your phone died again.
Oh, shit.
- I'm sorry.
- It could be any day now.
- Any minute.
- I know.
I'll remember to charge it.
I promise.
I promise, Em.
Flowers are beautiful.
Oh, hey, what did you
do with all the knives?
What?
I found this one
in the dishwasher,
but the rest were all gone.
Oh, yeah.
I got rid of them.
You got rid of the knives?
You know, we shouldn't have
sharp objects around the baby.
Denny, he's going
to be an infant.
He's not going to be
reaching for knives.
It's fine. I'll just...
We'll just get those child locks
and put them on the drawers.
We'll be fine.
Oh, my God.
Will you just use the knife?
Denny!
What is going on with you?
I'm not hungry.
My breath is bad.
I don't care.
I do.
No!
(lock clicks)
(crickets chirping)
(pills rattling)
(water sloshing)
(muffled screaming)
(glass shattering)
The wife.
You know, you
really should invest
in a proper security system.
I mean, even in
this part of town,
well, you can never be too safe.
Upstairs in the master
bathroom, there's a safe.
There's cash inside.
You can take whatever you want.
We haven't seen your faces.
We haven't seen anybody's faces.
That's a nice portrait.
Five-nine, huh?
Being a bit liberal with
our numbers, aren't we?
Doctor, the cold
steel I have pressed
against the back of
your head right now
is a loaded .45 caliber pistol.
Now, I doubt you know
much about firearms,
so I'm gonna
explain that to you.
If my mate here
should feel so inclined
as to pull that trigger,
the majority of that
big brain of yours
is gonna end up splashed
all over this beautiful carpet.
Now, in order to prevent that,
here's what gonna happen.
I'm going to ask you
a series of questions,
and you, are going
to be completely,
unwaveringly, brutally
honest with me.
Do you understand?
What do you want?
Why are you here?
- Slow down, Doctor.
You're already
diverting from the course.
Now remember, I'll be
asking the questions.
Listen, I need you to
stay focused, okay?
Bring your hands
down. Calm down.
Look at me. Look at me.
Put your hands
down. There you go!
There you go.
What's your name?
Ronald Hendrick Stevens.
What's your birth date?
March 7th, 1976.
- What's your wife's name?
- Katherine Louise Stevens.
What's her maiden name?
Bonnet... Bennett!
(stammers) Bennett!
Bloody hell! (Laughs)
I'm afraid to ask what
your anniversary is, Doctor!
What's your profession?
I'm Director of Research
in Biomedical Engineering.
- And you've held this
position for how long?
Six years.
And tell me, what exactly
is it your organization does?
Presently, we're working
on a cure for amyotrophic
lateral sclerosis...
- The disease, disease,
I've heard your cocktail
gala pitch before, Doctor,
but the thing is, I've asked you
to be completely honest with me.
I don't understand.
Yes, you do.
Your organization receives over
35 million a year in donations,
yet, somehow...
Well, I haven't seen
a single concrete
medical advancement
in the last decade.
So tell me, Ronald...
Why is that?
(Ronald stammers)
(sighs) It's complicated!
Un-complicate it for me!
Well, there's
financial structure,
And there's overhead costs...
- Costs? What kinda costs?
The kinda costs that
get you a house, like this?
In a neighborhood, like this?
And maybe a wife, like this?
This house was a gift!
My family is
independently wealthy!
No! No, please!
Now I'm sorry, darling,
but your husband and I are
in the middle of something,
so I would appreciate
it if you would
shut the fucking
hole in your face
until we're finished!
- No, please!
You asked me about costs!
I can tell you where
the money goes;
A significant portion
goes to marketing,
and (stammers) there's
programming, and accounts!
It ain't exactly where
that money goes!
Shall I, Doctor?
Now, of that 35 million...
13% (candy clacking)
Goes to administrative costs!
22% (candy clacking)
Is spent on fund raising
and awareness efforts!
29% (more candy clinks)
Is spent on public and
professional education,
which is just a fancy fucking
way of saying, "lobbyists!"
Now only 15%... (candy clinking)
15% is spent on
actual patient care,
which leaves a very
fucking generous 21%,
which is spent on the
research and development
into the cure and treatment
neurodegenerative diseases!
Now does that sound about
fucking right to you, Doctor?
Yeah, that
sounds about right...
But those are necessary costs-
That is bollocks!
That's bollocks;
They're necessary costs
to keep your executives
driving luxury cars,
and prancing around in
nightclubs five nights a week!
For what?
So you get just enough fund age
to keep you and
your lab rats busy?
I have no control over
company expenditures.
Every penny spent on my
behalf, I can assure you,
is spent with a patient's
well being in mind!
Now is it frustrating
for me...
- Oh, it's frustrating, it is?
It's frustrating!
- Do you have any idea
how much work, research,
experimentation goes
into finding a cure?
My hands are constantly
tied by the restraints
of corporate so-called
limited spending caps!
It's just the way that it is!
But you...
You would do it differently?
There is no other way.
The system is flawed!
There's nothing that
I can do about that!
See, that's where I
think you're wrong, Doctor.
When I was five years old,
my father was diagnosed
with Huntington's Disease.
As I grew up,
his health declined,
and I had to watch him
slowly deteriorate in front
of my very eyes until he died.
And that was
almost 20 years ago,
and yet, somehow, today,
we're no closer
to finding the cure
than we were when he died.
Why is that?
Because executives, and
selfish fucking bureaucrats
see these diseases
as a chance to exploit
and capitalize on the
good nature and charity
of hard-working people, who
give their hard-earned money
to help people like my father!
People who can't
help themselves!
I'm sorry.
There isn't a day that goes by
that I don't wish
that I could do more.
This whole thing is broken.
There's nothing I can do.
Nothing...
Well now there is.
That's 50 million, Doctor.
It's yours.
You're different, Doctor.
You're not like them.
You wanna help people?
Well I'm giving you
the power to do that,
on your own, without
any outside interference.
Now I'm counting on
you to do the right thing,
and I know you will,
because if not...
Well, our next encounter
won't end the same way.
Happy holidays, Doctor.
(tense, mysterious music)
Nina!
Where have you been?
I went for a walk.
You're supposed to be
able to hear me when I call.
I know.
Sorry.
I was out further
than last time.
It took me longer to get back.
Everything okay?
You shouldn't be here.
Says who?
These are terrible.
I'm supposed to be
expressing myself.
Oh yeah?
How's that going for you?
Really well.
You're wasting away here.
Are you going to stay?
If you want me to.
Nina!
You in there?
Nina, we talked about this.
No locked doors.
I'm painting.
I'm fine.
Can you unlock the door please?
Just a sec.
Why was the door locked?
I just didn't want
to be disturbed.
How's the painting going?
It's going great.
They look good.
Can't stay in here all day.
Come to the kitchen.
I'll be out soon.
Unlocked.
Are you going to get in?
Keep it down.
Are you going to get in?
How do you get that?
Stop looking.
Stop hiding.
Bobbed wire fence.
Trying to escape?
You can't stay here.
I could help.
I need to get better.
That's just what he
wants you to think.
What are you making?
Soup.
I'm sick of soup.
You need to eat.
Do I?
It'll make you feel better.
What's wrong with me?
I tell you I'm fine, but you
don't treat me that way.
We're not going over this again.
You want it like this?
You think this is fun for me?
- Why won't you listen to me?
- Eat your soup.
I'm sick of being your patient.
Just stop.
Eat your fucking soup.
I can't let him do this to you.
I'm getting you out of here.
Only if you want to.
I want to.
Nina!
Nina!
Stop it!
No!
Nina, stop!
Nina.
Nina.
I'm not giving up on you.
I can fix this.
I can fix this.
What are you doing?
I thought I left the stove on.
What's wrong,
baby? Are you okay?
This kid doesn't sleep.
He's like his daddy.
Come back to bed. We miss you.
I'll be up soon.
I've been having thoughts.
Violent thoughts.
I would never do
anything to hurt my wife.
Or our unborn son.
But I keep getting
these horrible images.
Like something's trying
to take over my brain
and force me to do
something I don't want to do.
I can't eat.
I can't sleep.
I'm afraid if I shut my eyes,
I'm going to sleepwalk
and do something
unthinkable.
I don't know what to do.
Make amends with your wife.
Pray the rosary five times
and try to get some rest.
You'll feel better.
Am I dangerous, Father?
I believe evil thoughts
can become evil deeds.
God, the Father of mercies,
through the death and
resurrection of your son,
you have reconciled
the world to yourself
and sent the Holy Spirit
for the forgiveness of sins.
Why are you still here?
Hey, Ted.
Where's Jared?
Covering his shift.
No, no.
No, you're not, then.
I don't have any
more money for OT.
Who's going to work?
I'll cover it.
Come on, Ted.
Just let me finish his shift.
Ben, you look like shit.
I work for regular pay.
Go home.
Where were you all day?
At work.
I tried work.
You weren't there.
I think your phone died again.
Oh, shit.
- I'm sorry.
- It could be any day now.
- Any minute.
- I know.
I'll remember to charge it.
I promise.
I promise, Em.
Flowers are beautiful.
Oh, hey, what did you
do with all the knives?
What?
I found this one
in the dishwasher,
but the rest were all gone.
Oh, yeah.
I got rid of them.
You got rid of the knives?
You know, we shouldn't have
sharp objects around the baby.
Denny, he's going
to be an infant.
He's not going to be
reaching for knives.
It's fine. I'll just...
We'll just get those child locks
and put them on the drawers.
We'll be fine.
Oh, my God.
Will you just use the knife?
Denny!
What is going on with you?
I'm not hungry.
My breath is bad.
I don't care.
I do.
No!
(lock clicks)
(crickets chirping)
(pills rattling)
(water sloshing)
(muffled screaming)
(glass shattering)
The wife.
You know, you
really should invest
in a proper security system.
I mean, even in
this part of town,
well, you can never be too safe.
Upstairs in the master
bathroom, there's a safe.
There's cash inside.
You can take whatever you want.
We haven't seen your faces.
We haven't seen anybody's faces.
That's a nice portrait.
Five-nine, huh?
Being a bit liberal with
our numbers, aren't we?
Doctor, the cold
steel I have pressed
against the back of
your head right now
is a loaded .45 caliber pistol.
Now, I doubt you know
much about firearms,
so I'm gonna
explain that to you.
If my mate here
should feel so inclined
as to pull that trigger,
the majority of that
big brain of yours
is gonna end up splashed
all over this beautiful carpet.
Now, in order to prevent that,
here's what gonna happen.
I'm going to ask you
a series of questions,
and you, are going
to be completely,
unwaveringly, brutally
honest with me.
Do you understand?
What do you want?
Why are you here?
- Slow down, Doctor.
You're already
diverting from the course.
Now remember, I'll be
asking the questions.
Listen, I need you to
stay focused, okay?
Bring your hands
down. Calm down.
Look at me. Look at me.
Put your hands
down. There you go!
There you go.
What's your name?
Ronald Hendrick Stevens.
What's your birth date?
March 7th, 1976.
- What's your wife's name?
- Katherine Louise Stevens.
What's her maiden name?
Bonnet... Bennett!
(stammers) Bennett!
Bloody hell! (Laughs)
I'm afraid to ask what
your anniversary is, Doctor!
What's your profession?
I'm Director of Research
in Biomedical Engineering.
- And you've held this
position for how long?
Six years.
And tell me, what exactly
is it your organization does?
Presently, we're working
on a cure for amyotrophic
lateral sclerosis...
- The disease, disease,
I've heard your cocktail
gala pitch before, Doctor,
but the thing is, I've asked you
to be completely honest with me.
I don't understand.
Yes, you do.
Your organization receives over
35 million a year in donations,
yet, somehow...
Well, I haven't seen
a single concrete
medical advancement
in the last decade.
So tell me, Ronald...
Why is that?
(Ronald stammers)
(sighs) It's complicated!
Un-complicate it for me!
Well, there's
financial structure,
And there's overhead costs...
- Costs? What kinda costs?
The kinda costs that
get you a house, like this?
In a neighborhood, like this?
And maybe a wife, like this?
This house was a gift!
My family is
independently wealthy!
No! No, please!
Now I'm sorry, darling,
but your husband and I are
in the middle of something,
so I would appreciate
it if you would
shut the fucking
hole in your face
until we're finished!
- No, please!
You asked me about costs!
I can tell you where
the money goes;
A significant portion
goes to marketing,
and (stammers) there's
programming, and accounts!
It ain't exactly where
that money goes!
Shall I, Doctor?
Now, of that 35 million...
13% (candy clacking)
Goes to administrative costs!
22% (candy clacking)
Is spent on fund raising
and awareness efforts!
29% (more candy clinks)
Is spent on public and
professional education,
which is just a fancy fucking
way of saying, "lobbyists!"
Now only 15%... (candy clinking)
15% is spent on
actual patient care,
which leaves a very
fucking generous 21%,
which is spent on the
research and development
into the cure and treatment
neurodegenerative diseases!
Now does that sound about
fucking right to you, Doctor?
Yeah, that
sounds about right...
But those are necessary costs-
That is bollocks!
That's bollocks;
They're necessary costs
to keep your executives
driving luxury cars,
and prancing around in
nightclubs five nights a week!
For what?
So you get just enough fund age
to keep you and
your lab rats busy?
I have no control over
company expenditures.
Every penny spent on my
behalf, I can assure you,
is spent with a patient's
well being in mind!
Now is it frustrating
for me...
- Oh, it's frustrating, it is?
It's frustrating!
- Do you have any idea
how much work, research,
experimentation goes
into finding a cure?
My hands are constantly
tied by the restraints
of corporate so-called
limited spending caps!
It's just the way that it is!
But you...
You would do it differently?
There is no other way.
The system is flawed!
There's nothing that
I can do about that!
See, that's where I
think you're wrong, Doctor.
When I was five years old,
my father was diagnosed
with Huntington's Disease.
As I grew up,
his health declined,
and I had to watch him
slowly deteriorate in front
of my very eyes until he died.
And that was
almost 20 years ago,
and yet, somehow, today,
we're no closer
to finding the cure
than we were when he died.
Why is that?
Because executives, and
selfish fucking bureaucrats
see these diseases
as a chance to exploit
and capitalize on the
good nature and charity
of hard-working people, who
give their hard-earned money
to help people like my father!
People who can't
help themselves!
I'm sorry.
There isn't a day that goes by
that I don't wish
that I could do more.
This whole thing is broken.
There's nothing I can do.
Nothing...
Well now there is.
That's 50 million, Doctor.
It's yours.
You're different, Doctor.
You're not like them.
You wanna help people?
Well I'm giving you
the power to do that,
on your own, without
any outside interference.
Now I'm counting on
you to do the right thing,
and I know you will,
because if not...
Well, our next encounter
won't end the same way.
Happy holidays, Doctor.
(tense, mysterious music)