6 Souls Page #3

Hi, honey bun.

Did you have a good time, hmm?

No. We had a bird funeral.

Great. Great.

Mmm, yeah.

Well, do you want to pick out a treat

while I talk to Grandpa?

OK, go ahead.

What's the fundamental difference

between a disassociated personality

and a delusional one?

No hello?

'Cause I have something.

Yeah?

OK, so the real David Bernburg

was born on February 5, 1963.

He slipped and broke his back

in November of 1979.

In April of 1982, he was murdered.

Now, while every local TV station

and newspaper

was recounting the details

of his horrific death,

your Adam Saber was six years old,

his mother had just died

and he'd been placed in

the first of several foster homes.

His escape was this...

this macabre murder.

Now, everything

that Adam knew of David

he would have gleaned

from the media, right?

OK, well, say that I agree with these...

...somewhat shaky assumptions.

Why would Adam create a delusion?

Give me your wallet.

Any wallet will do?

Mm-hm.

Alright.

So why do you carry

this picture of Mom?

To remind me of her.

Mm-hm, and experience the positive

effects that these memories evoke.

Yeah.

Yes.

Now, if this picture existed

but you had no awareness of it,

would you still be able

to benefit from its existence?

I suppose not, no.

Oh, OK.

So I believe, as a child,

Adam Saber began carrying around

a mental picture of David

so that no matter where he went,

no matter how horrific things became,

there was always someone

who had it worse -

David Bernburg

who was tortured to death

by Satan-worshipping

mountain witches.

But to benefit from this mental image,

he must be fully aware of it

and therefore

cannot be disassociated.

That is a very compelling diagnosis.

Thank you very much.

How are you gonna prove it?

Oh, oh, Dad, I'm not gonna prove it.

I'm gonna cure it.

Hello, Mrs Bernburg.

Thank you again for agreeing

to help me with this.

I wanted to tell you that, um, Adam has

created an impersonation of your son.

I, um... I don't want you to be alarmed.

I've raised three boys

and said prayers upon their graves.

Not much alarms me.

Thank you. I do appreciate it.

Here's... this is Adam now.

Hello, Adam.

Hey.

This is Dita Bernburg.

Is the name familiar to you at all?

Nope.

Er, her son David

was murdered 25 years ago.

Sh*t.

I'm sorry.

You may have heard of it.

It was in the papers.

25 years ago? I was, like, 6 years old.

I didn't read the papers much.

Mm-hm.

You gonna get that?

No-one knows I'm here.

It's probably for you.

Yo, this is Adam.

I'd like to speak with David, please.

There's no David here.

Momma?

You found me, Momma.

My son is dead.

No, Momma. I'm not dead.

You are not my son.

Yes, I am.

We live at the Quarry House

on Tull Road.

I was able to find

your address in the phone book.

My bedroom used to be a library.

You used to fold the clothes

on the shelves like books.

Stop it.

Yeah.

You used to say, "What clothes

shall we read today, David?"

No.

My bed.

My bed was made from harvest wood

to keep me safe from the spirits.

My son died 25 years ago.

You have a nail in your pocket.

How could you know that?

No-one knows that, only...

We found it in in Askern Mine.

You always carry it, Momma.

David.

Momma.

Iron from the earth...

...to ward off evil.

To ward off evil.

Yes.

Then it's not working.

I know there's a rational

explanation for this. Just wait for me.

Momma!

Yeah, this is it.

You can get him out of the van.

You want me to come with you?

No, we'll be fine.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Alright.

I'll be fine.

Alright, David,

do you know where you are?

No, ma'am.

Well, there's no reason

that you should recognise this place.

What is it?

What's the matter.

I was here at night.

What?

That's why I didn't recognise this place.

Things are different.

It was snowing.

Right there, there was a shed.

David?

He's coming.

Who's coming?

Who's coming?

Shhh.

Just tell me.

It's alright. It's alright.

Tell me. Tell me, who is it?

Who is it? Who's coming?

The Devil.

I'm sorry. Alright, I'm sorry.

Please don't leave me.

Please don't leave me.

I'm gonna take you back to the van.

OK? I'm taking you...

Alright. Here we go, OK.

It's alright.

Please, please, please

get me out of here.

Listen, the chair is stuck.

I have to go back...

No! No, please.

Please don't leave me.

Alright, OK. Alright. OK.

Just... I need to get a signal.

I'm just gonna walk away

and get a signal, OK?

You 're alright. You 're alright.

Hey, Cara.

Hi, Virgil.

Something wrong?

No, no, I'm alright.

The chair is stuck

and I need you to push it out.

Alright. Let me find something.

I'll be right there.

Thanks. OK. 'Bye.

Let's see what we've got.

Stuck, huh?

Hi, Adam.

Who's Adam?

Here we go.

My name is Dr Caroline Jessup.

Yeah, we'll get to you later.

Adam...

I asked who Adam was.

Adam is a patient of mine.

Are you alright?

You feel confused?

Confused?

You don't tell me

when to be confused, lady.

You 're not the one who keeps waking up

in strange goddamn places

with no idea how you got there.

So I asked you a question.

Where am I?

And why would you think I was Adam?

You 're at Walker's Mill.

And you look like Adam.

Hey!

Caroline, are you alright?

Yeah. We're fine.

I was, um... I'm just... I'm talking to, er...

Wes.

Wes.

Morning, Virgil.

Hey, Wesley.

Right. There we go. Beautiful.

- Catch. Catch it.

Nice, alright. Take a shot.

Dad!

Dad.

Yeah.

I need to talk to you.

OK. I'll be right back.

Why are you...

I just met Wes!

Wh...

Why, Dad? Why?

Why do you do this to me?

Because you 've stopped

asking questions.

That's all I do. That's all I do all day long.

That's all I do, Dad.

No, no!

You 've stopped asking questions

of yourself, Caroline!

You 've developed

this fixed system of beliefs

which you refuse to submit

to any kind of introspection.

So what that means is

that you will never have

a new thought in your professional life.

You have got to learn to

take those ideas, set them to one side

and try to move ahead with

one big question, which is, "Why?"!

And simply ask, "What?"

To just say, "I don't know."

Just because you 're older,

it doesn't mean you 're right.

It might mean

that you 've been wrong for longer.

What has been your motivation here?

Has it been to help Adam

to discover whatever...

...crisis it is that caused him

to fracture his psyche?

Or has it been to simply flat out

prove me wrong?

Hmm?

Oh, hon.

Come on, don't!

Alright, everybody go take a shower now.

Honey!

OK, so, Wesley Crite was a frontman

for an underground rock band.

He died November 1994.

It was a possible suicide.

At this exact point,

Adam Saber is in prison.

He's just been placed

in solitary confinement.

So at this low, low moment in his life,

he assumes yet another person

who has a story worse than his own.

OK.

OK.

Good.

Hello, Wesley.

I'm sorry to keep you waiting.

I have all the time

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