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How're you gonna explain that

to your wife, motherf***er, huh?

How're you going to explain

that to your f***ing wife?

Stop talking about my wife!

F*** you!

It's safe.

See if you can get her

to come to the office.

Thank you.

Good luck.

Hey, are you okay?

Okay.

What?

Can I help you?

Yeah, I'm looking for Margaret.

Look, I was told she's here.

She's in there.

You know, you know your

friend's highly unstable.

It was an ordinary evening

between consenting adults

and she grew frightened.

Margaret?

You in there?

It's Walker. Are you okay?

I want you to know

that if she's hurt,

I'm gonna break

your goddamn neck.

Can we just go?

This.

There's no pretending

that didn't happen.

And at John's, I mean that

didn't even feel like you.

And the southern one?

She's a part of me, too.

Are there others?

Yeah.

Which one of them took you

to that a**hole's apartment?

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

I should have told you.

But you didn't.

But, I just, I, I thought that

we could be something else.

Is it over? Is it over?

Is that how you want this to go?

I...

You don't know me.

You don't know me.

I did things you wouldn't like.

Tell me.

I go out.

And I-- I give everything away.

To the worst kind of people.

Just, men without conscience.

You f*** 'em?

Everything.

You enjoy it?

That's not the point.

Why? That's not the point.

Why?

'Cause it's the only

f***ing way I know

how to keep breathing.

Look, I don't want

to leave, okay?

But I am not going

to just stay here

and watch you fall to pieces.

I can't make promises.

Don't you know that?

I can't make any promises.

I can't make any

kind of guarantees.

You can get some help, okay?

You can get some f***ing help.

What? Nothing's going to change.

No, no, no.

Don't you know that?

Nothing's going to change.

No, no, no, Madrone is

willing to see you, okay,

as a favor.

No, I made it this

far, haven't I?

I've come this far

without some quack,

you know, digging through

my f***ing head.

I'm living life.

Yes, yes, but couldn't it

be a little more peaceful?

Ah.

Peaceful, yeah.

Maybe you mean normal?

No, no...

I mean less, less,

less dangerous.

Ah.

F***.

I'll see what he has to say.

Okay.

Who was it who called

me from your house?

To tell me where

you'd gone tonight?

Guess you're not the only

one who's looking after me.

I suppose I should thank you

for offering to see me,

but I'm not sure any

good could come of this.

It's not such an

uncommon feeling.

Mmm.

Let me ask you this.

Is there anything

going on right now

that you might want help with?

Feelings or impulses

that upset you?

Well, yeah. Yeah.

Once a month, I want

to kill my landlord.

More extreme than that.

For example, you're looking

at someone else's life,

you hate what they do.

Only it turns out, you're

watching yourself.

No.

What about the party

the other night?

Business as usual?

No.

But it is, isn't it?

It happens all the time.

You don't know a f***ing thing.

I think maybe I do.

I think you should get

some of that bullshit

and shove it up your ass.

There's a part of you that

wants all of this to stop.

A part that wants to get better.

Am I right?

Go f*** yourself.

In a moment,

that person that wants

to get well again

will speak with me.

Nuh-uh.

Okay.

Are you the one that

wants to get better?

I don't know.

What's your name?

Millie.

How old are you, Millie?

I'm seven.

May I ask you some questions?

Yeah. Okay.

Are there more of you

inside, Margaret?

Uh-uh.

How many?

You and three others?

Yeah.

Do they do things

that you don't like?

Lisa Mae, she um, she,

she dresses up and

she goes outside.

She, she does things with men.

So, like, I go inside.

Where it's safe?

Yeah.

What else don't you like?

Tig is mean. People

get mad at us.

Does that scare you?

What else?

Corrine.

What does Corrine do?

My arm.

What about your arm?

My arm, she hurts my arm.

She hurts my arm.

Oh, Millie. I'm so sorry.

That must hurt. I'm sorry.

Millie, thank you very

much for helping me.

It was nice to meet you

and I look forward to

speaking with you again soon,

but right now,

I need to speak with

Margaret again.

Will you let me do that?

Okay.

Thank you.

Margaret?

Yes.

Did you know about

the ones inside?

Did you know that they make

you do things that hurt you?

Yeah, I--I know.

I hear them.

And I see the things they do.

It's called Dissociative

Identity Disorder,

Multiple Personality.

What's the treatment?

I refer you to a specialist

who helps people with DID.

He helps you reintegrate

the parts of yourself

that have splintered off.

He's very good and I can ask him

if he can offer you

a sliding scale.

What happens to them?

Well, if the treatment

is successful,

they'll... they'll let go.

They'll dissolve.

You want me to let them die?

No. No, integration isn't death.

How would you like it

if the people you shared

your life with for 30 years

were taken away from you?

Huh? Your friends.

Your, your, your

siblings, your wife?

It isn't like that.

It is. It is like that.

I know. They're all I know.

They're all I know.

I live with them every day.

They're all I know.

This treatment can make

you happy and stable.

I've seen it happen. No, No.

You see what you

think is important.

Margaret, you can have

a real relationship

instead of just, just--

Relationship through your eyes,

you know I've seen some

of your relationships

and frankly I don't think

I trust your judgment.

Okay, what about Walker?

Walker? Well I can tell

by this fancy office

that you're smart enough

to leave us alone.

Hey.

I've been waiting for

you at your place.

Look, if you want

me to go, I'll go.

Ask me.

Listen...

Would you stop, stop trying

to do the right thing.

Okay? Just ask me.

How'd it go?

Not as you might've hoped.

Oh God, don't.

Don't make me out to

be the a**hole, Okay?

My God, you've been lying to me

for as long as I've known you.

No, I never lied to you.

Yeah, you never told me

more than half the

f***ing truth.

If I told you how it was,

up front,

would you have stayed?

I know you want to fix me.

You don't want me.

You want some cleaned up

f***ing stripped

out version of me.

Get the f*** out of here.

Did you call Walker?

You called Walker, didn't you?

Oh my God, you're a

f***ing stalker, okay?

How's about some boundaries?

F*** off!

Please!

Oh yeah, you are.

Is that what you think?

Absolutely, that's

exactly what I think.

Oh!

Fired your housekeeper, huh?

Well, it's so hard to find

good help these days.

Oh, I hear you.

...installations of bath tubs

is prohibited by law.

Is that right?

It is.

Didn't know that, did you?

I did not know that.

Uh-uh.

I've got something for you.

Yeah, I bet you do, don't you?

Mm-hm.

What is this?

Open it up.

You said you liked cocktails.

I made a special cocktail.

It's going to make

everything better.

Even this place?

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