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But he held himself

with dignity.

He had nothing to drink but tea.

But we drank for hours,

just looking at each other.

And he winked at me.

He smiled so softly

that it went right through me

And out the other side.

The softness in his voice

struck me immediately.

It was the voice

I had prayed for.

It was like a whispering,

but deeper,

Like the sound of

a breeze playing over

The open end of a glass bottle.

A light was ignited in my soul.

I knew only a fool would

let this slip away.

Beautiful.

I'm still trying to recover

from that moment.

It was like a...

A childhood song,

just unforgettable.

So what happened?

I kept going back,

More tea, and he kept smiling.

His words melted on his lips.

The type of love we

shared only happens once.

And when he touched my face,

my mind melted

With the thought of him.

I wanted to wake up

next to him forever.

May, get up.

I woke up with butterflies

in my stomach.

So how'd you get the bugger?

It was perfect?

I couldn't have asked for more.

We started going

to his favorite places.

It was thrilling.

A charge of bliss

surged through me.

We found poetry in the islands.

My eyes, once opaque, were

suddenly colored bright,

In a hue of beaming happiness.

He awakened a vision of a new

world and ultimately a new me.

I found myself falling.

Christmas doesn't last forever.

Then what?

There's voices.

These damn voices.

Playing with my head when...

when he spoke to another woman.

Jealousy is normal.

This wasn't jealousy.

I was possessive.

Very.

My heart fell those 20 floors.

Was it him?

May?

May?

I was supposed to make

him dinner that night

And I woke up with guilt.

You filthy slut.

Aah!

She took him from me!

Stop it, stop it, stop it.

Sit.

All right, girls,

out of the room.

Out of the room.

You stay. You sit.

Girls, out of the room.

Out of the room!

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

How fast can you move, Gina?

You planned this and

those pills you give me.

I want you to calm

down right now.

I have to know how you girls

reactor I can't help you.

It's simple.

Dr. Ballard, I think

I killed my boyfriend.

Oh, baby.

Do the police know what I did?

They do.

And you knew about him and

the scarf this entire time?

Oh, yeah.

I protected you from them.

Look, I'm sending them back

to the psych ward.

Now, you can go with them

or you can go to prison.

There has to be closure.

I can't... I can't

believe I killed him.

Every man's got

a breaking point.

Oh, my god.

Gina!

Get off!

Get off of me!

Oh, my god.

Oh, my god.

I told you I was

on top of things.

No. Stop it.

A man has urges, you know.

Mine are a little different.

Mine require very,

very sharp, sharp blades.

I'd close my eyes if I were you.

So she managed

to survive somehow.

I woke up in here.

And soon, they'll sedate

them with those pills.

Save yourself.

So she, um, she talks in

that third person, huh?

Oh, may Oster has many

friends in her head.

The difference between

this book and the others

Is this is a complete

analogy on may.

Patients like her help us break new

ground in the study of psychotherapy.

Yeah.

Oh, your signed copy.

Thank you.

Poor girl.

Thinks she's a famous writer,

won a Pulitzer prize

And a tennis champion.

And she's been here for,

um, three weeks?

Yeah.

Her schizophrenia reflects

a unique case

Of false fixed belief,

Cause and response

to three issues.

Auditory, commanding,

and visual hallucinations.

May Oster, who calls

herself Bella Mostow,

Mattie Todd and Gina stamp

Thinks she was married

to brad, lance, and Marcel.

Yeah.

So she must've had a very traumatic

experience at some point.

Oh, yeah.

Resulting in her multiple

visual hallucinations.

May created quite a world for

herself after she got here.

So may is her

dormant personality.

Yeah.

She misrepresents

every external stimuli

And interprets all

images and sound into fantasy,

Inventing stories using her past

And present interactions.

Yeah.

Have you seen them?

May, may, may, may, may,

sit down, baby.

There you go.

It's okay. It's okay.

When she's caught

beating herself,

In her mind she was imagining

it was them beating her.

But in reality, of course,

she's beating herself.

And once, she tried to choke me.

That's why she has

on the jacket.

The jacket.

The jacket.

She mentioned, um, the jackal.

Is that something

you know about?

Who knows, right?

Her post traumatic

stress disorder

And manic depression are

a direct result

Of abandonment by her mom.

The, um, the skin we found

underneath the dead body's

Fingernails matched her DNA.

So she killed him.

Hence, the jackal.

Yeah.

Yeah, well, the gloves

that we found next to the body

Are a bit of a concern.

The evidence found

underneath the fingernails

Could've been planted.

And not to mention the fact

That she hasn't ever confessed

to killing anybody.

Foul play could

still be involved.

We're waiting on

the forensics of the gloves

To get back from the lab.

But the real question is,

where is that white scarf?

What? Why are you looking

at me like that?

Heh.

I made a few calls.

You were suspended twice

from your duties.

Disciplinary action.

D.U.I., Probation.

Are you still on probation?

I am in the middle of a case

right now and I'm very close.

Is that a fact?

Are you covering

something up, detective?

What makes you think that?

I should call the police,

but I won't.

Get out.

Don't.

Detective?

The lies I've told

Are to cover the truths

I've lived.

The person at the lake was

a patient that escaped.

And the jackal killed him.

Detective!

And soon enough, I knew why.

That's enough, detective.

The doctor pins murders

on his patients

We're done here.

Let's go.

And he uses the pills to make

us feel like we're guilty.

Save me.

May?

I was him.

How can I compete with your boy?

Stop flirting with the sickos.

You hurry up.

We have a tennis match.

Make sure you tell them,

Detective, about him.

Still going on about that?

Time for your rest, may.

Unh-Unh. Unh-Unh.

Not today, not today, Barbara.

Okay.

Just today.

I love you, may.

Yes, Dr. Ballard?

Barbara, I'll be out of town

for almost a week.

I have a patient

I have to bring in.

Make sure that may

takes her medication.

For sure, Dr. Ballard.

You saw nothing.

You heard nothing.

Goblin, do you think

he'll visit today?

We found poetry in the islands.

My eyes, once opaque,

were suddenly colored bright

In a hue of beaming happiness.

He awakened a vision of a new

world and ultimately a new me.

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