Fear Clinic

Fear...

a little death that consumes you.

From the common to the abstract,

everyone is scared of something.

I got a cockroach.

Somebody kill it. Somebody kill it.

Somebody kill it. Kill it.

I was always taught

you had to live with it, accept it.

I watched as others fought back.

Agoraphobia, nyctophobia,

hydrophobia, acrophobia.

There are literally thousands

of classified phobias.

I figured out a way to give

my patients a fresh start

without the inhibitions and restrictions

their phobias had placed in their lives.

Oh, the chamber here animates

your phobias in the form of hallucinations.

No!

Total immersive exposure therapy,

that's where I went...

pushed to the edge of science

and sensory deprivation.

We had the technology

to find a cure all along,

but everyone else was blind to it.

Smarter men than me all failed,

but not me.

My agenda was pure,

and I figured out the key

hiding in plain sight,

which they all had overlooked,

the amygdala,

the portion of the brain

which feels fear.

Everyone else had danced around it

and treated it like something sacred,

but I took a slightly

different approach.

The amygdala also acts

as a kind of projector

in which the signal

can easily be received

and, most of all, bounced back.

It was working.

Round after round,

I was fighting fear and winning.

No!

Some of my colleagues tried to debunk

my theories, calling me insane,

dangerous, outrageous,

but they were just jealous.

But something, something went wrong.

Now close your eyes,

and just concentrate

on the sound of my voice.

Which one do you want? Strawberry?

Vanilla? Chocolate? What?

- Vanilla.

- Vanilla?

Don't do this. Please don't...

Talk to me.

I need you to tell me

what you see.

Nothing.

Tell me what you see.

A door.

Good.

Is it the door to the diner?

I don't think so.

That's it, Paige.

Focus on the sound of my voice.

Paige, you're not listening to me.

Focus!

Paige...

focus!

That's it, Paige.

- No.

- Focus on the sound of my voice.

I'm scared.

- Paige.

- No!

Paige, it's just a hallucination.

All you need to do is open your eyes.

Let me in.

Paige! Paige!

Open the door.

All you need to do is open your eyes.

Open your eyes, Paige.

Paige, open your eyes!

Paige. Paige!

Paige!

Sara. Sara, are your lights out, too?

I'm fine.

Really? Why, 'cause you lit

a couple candles?

You know what? I think I have bedbugs.

Could you check my neck? It's really itchy.

I feel like I can feel them

crawling on me. It's just gross.

- Right there.

- Relax. Relax. Relax. Relax.

- Damn it.

- Nothing.

- Really?

- Nothing except lice.

Oh, f*** you.

Why don't you light some more candles?

Shut up.

So you got your hot date over there?

He's warm enough, I guess.

Remember that friend of his

I told you about?

- No, I don't.

- You don't know what you're missing.

No! Just let me finish grad school

and worry about all of that other stuff.

- It's all about sacrifices.

- Sacrifices for the greater good.

I know. You can spare me

the speech. Thank you.

Shut up. I'll have the last laugh when I'm

a horribly underpaid teaching assistant.

Thank God.

Now get out, itchy b*tch.

I have school in the morning.

- You could teach this kid a thing or two.

- Get out.

- What?

- Get out! Come on.

Oh, come on. He's kind of hot

and edgy and dark.

I know you like 'em dark.

The darker, the better, b*tch.

Okay.

Oh, God.

God.

Hello?

It's not my f***ing job!

I'm not a f***ing magician

or mortician. I am...

Osborn, are you f***ing nuts?

For the past few days,

I have gone above and beyond.

I... yeah. Well, you know,

it's just a matter of time

before the checks start f***ing bouncing.

- Hey.

- Oh, my God. Where the f*** are you?

I'm... I'm at the clinic.

Please tell me

you're getting an abortion.

Look, I'm sure I'm fine.

I just... I wanted to talk to Andover.

What, you couldn't call?

You had to drive four hours?

Yeah, well, the place looks like sh*t.

I'm not sure the fear business

is doing too well.

And I overheard Bauer on the phone.

I think that something happened here.

God, I hate that convict creep.

He's so rapey.

Listen to this sh*t. I saw this article

about this bug from Japan.

It flies and shoots acid into your eyes.

Listen, I gotta go, okay?

I'll be home later.

Great.

Hello?

Dr. Andover?

Dr. Andover?

Now, we discussed how important it is

for you to revisit these images, right?

Okay, just concentrate

on the sound of my voice,

and breathe.

Stop!

Sara, it's not real!

Dr. Andover?

Dr. Andover.

We're closed.

Come on. Come on. You're okay.

Come on.

It's okay. Come on. Come on. Come on.

Yo! Yo, can I get some help over here?

- Excuse me?

- Yo, lady, I just drove five f***ing hours.

- I just need you to come...

- Wait. You're Dylan Dunn, right?

Yeah. Yeah, that's me. Yeah.

Yeah, you're Sara. I remember you.

Caylee's outside, and she's really sick.

She needs to see the doc right away.

Caylee's here? What's wrong with Caylee?

We gotta get her in a room.

We gotta get her to see the doc.

Hey. Caylee.

Why aren't you eating?

I... I just can't.

- Hey, listen, I'm gonna go get a drink.

- Yeah. I got her.

Caylee, you were doing so well.

Tell me, why aren't you really eating?

I know.

I know you saw it.

You saw him, too.

What?

Hello! Can I get some help?

Caylee, are you okay?

What the hell is this sh*t?

Get her prepped, please.

- We're closed.

- Caylee. Caylee.

Here. I got her. I got her.

Come here. Come on.

Come on. Get up. Get up.

We got you.

What makes you think

you had a fear aftershock?

I mean, but it was so...

real.

Like the mask, the gun.

I could smell the gunpowder.

Okay, within days of being

in the chamber, Sara, sure,

but you haven't had a session in a year.

It's... it's unheard of.

There hasn't been one documented case

of fear aftershocks reemerging

since he built the chamber 20 years ago.

I don't understand why

I can't talk to Dr. Andover.

You know, what was that thing

that he was in?

Don't worry about that.

It's always been a

secret part of his process.

What do you mean?

Even though he can't see what you see,

it still takes a heavy

emotional toll on him.

Well, then why doesn't he just go

into the chamber himself?

Because it'd be counterproductive,

I mean, possibly even dangerous.

He's the only one

who knows how to run it.

He'd be the first to tell you, Sara,

he has no fear to treat.

I don't know what's going on here,

but our fears are coming back.

And what is this black stuff

she projectile-vomited all over me?

At first, I thought it was

stomach bile, but it's thicker,

more viscous.

All I can tell you, Sara, is we've never

seen anything like it at the clinic.

Is there something

you're not telling me?

It's Paige.

Paige Peterson?

She's dead.

- What do you mean? She was better. I...

- She was better...

for a while.

She came back months later

insisting on talking to Andover.

Just like me now.

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