Narrator/Script Reader

Look around this house.

Books, vitamins, exercise equipment.

She did everything she could to make sure she would always be here to take care of him.

Teddy lived his whole life here.

This is all he ever knew.

She closes the curtains partway, turns on the projector.

Black, scratchy lines snake across the screen.

The film is very old.

Home movies of Teddy as a child appear.

She recorded some of this because she thought it might be useful one day.

She hoped there would finally be a doctor who could properly diagnose Teddy and help him.

Insert.

Grainy footage shows five-year-old Teddy in various stages of distress, hitting his head against the wall, screaming uncontrollably, lining up objects, flapping his arms, hitting his ears.

A young Ada is seen in some of the shots.

Through it all, she remains calm, does her best to soothe her son.

Back to scene.

Alexis stays silent for a moment while Dana watches the film.

Can you imagine trying to cope with this all alone?

All but cut off from the rest of society?

Trying desperately to help your child when no one else could tell you what was wrong with him, telling you instead that your best hope was to just lock him away?