Mr Inbetween S02e08 See You In Your Dreams 1080... ✓

Ray Shoesmith sat on the edge of his bed at 3:47 a.m., the blue glow of a paused crime drama flickering on the television. The episode was called "See You In Your Dreams" — he’d chosen it at random, liking the irony. In his line of work, dreams were a liability. They gave you hope, and hope was a leaky boat.

“Nothing. I had a dream about you.” Bruce’s voice was thin, phlegmy. “You were standing in a field. All alone. There were birds circling. You looked tired, Ray. Really tired.”

“You know what comes next,” she said. Not a question.

The waves crashed. When he looked again, she was gone. Ray drove home in the gray pre-dawn. He stopped at a twenty-four-hour gym, showered, changed into a clean black shirt. Then he sat in his car outside Chloe’s apartment building. He watched her light come on at 6:15 a.m. Watched her silhouette make coffee, feed a cat he didn’t know she had. Mr Inbetween S02E08 See You In Your Dreams 1080...

“No. See, that’s the thing. In the dream, you turned to me and said, ‘I’ll see you in your dreams from now on. Because I’m not coming back after this.’ Then you walked into the trees and didn’t come out.”

A pause. Then the door clicked open.

Ray smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He’d been up all night, replaying the Carlo job. The way the man’s phone had kept buzzing on the nightstand. A child’s picture as the wallpaper. A little girl with pigtails and a missing front tooth. Ray Shoesmith sat on the edge of his bed at 3:47 a

But now, in the stillness of his one-bedroom flat in Sydney’s western suburbs, something was wrong. He could feel it like a splinter under his skin.

“Her name’s Chloe. Works at the bottle shop on Parramatta Road. She’s… normal. Doesn’t ask questions.”

Then he saw her. A figure standing fifty meters down the beach, facing the waves. Long dark hair, white dress. He’d seen her before — in a motel room after a hit gone wrong, in the rearview mirror after a midnight burial, in the corner of his eye during every moment of stillness he’d ever had. They gave you hope, and hope was a leaky boat

“Yeah,” Ray said. “What’s wrong?”

The Hum of Unfinished Things

“That’s your type,” Bruce said. “The ones who don’t ask. You know why? Because deep down, they already know. And they’re scared of the answer.”