Mindscape Page #2
- Year:
- 2006
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That guy's pissed off.
Uh-huh.
What about her?
I think her husband's out late,
and she's wondering where he is.
She's worried he's with someone else, but
she's also glad to have the down time...
'cause he's a loser.
Right.
I'm gonna tell you a story...
and then I'm gonna ask you
a question. Okay?
There's this girl about your
age at her mother's funeral.
At the funeral, she sees this
guy she's never seen before.
She gets to meet him, briefly.
And she thinks he's amazing.
He's everything she's ever wanted.
She falls in love with
him, right there and then.
But, in the crowds at the
funeral, she gets separated...
from him before she has a
chance to ask for his number.
And two days later... this
girl... kills her own sister.
What's her motive for
killing her sister?
Her motive is she wants
to meet the guy again.
Did I get it right?
Oh, there's no right answer.
Depends on what you're looking for.
Why is that?
You're testing me to see if
I think like a sociopath.
Sociopaths sometimes have trouble
reading facial expressions.
With the second test, I gave you
the answer you were looking for...
but, the fact is, that
story has a flawed set up.
The more logical outcome would be
for the girl to kill her father.
Why?
If the girl didn't know the man,
it's unlikely her sister would.
And it was her mother's funeral
where she met this guy...
so it would make more sense
for her to kill her father.
There would be a higher
probability that the...
the mystery stud would
attend her father's funeral.
That's probably true.
I'm not a sociopath, just smart
enough to think like one.
Can I see what you're drawing?
If you're not a doctor,
then what are you?
I take people to their memories.
She's monitored all the time?
24-7.
If you need anything while you're here, you
can ask me or Ralph, we both watch Anna.
I'm John.
Oh, I'm Judith... this is my cell.
Call me, if you can't
make a session.
I will.
You were right about
her, she's smart.
Special kid, lots of problems.
What do you think are
the underlying issues?
Depression, bipolar disorder
with deep-seeded narcissism.
I'm gonna need her full file to
know what memories to target.
Parents don't want full disclosure.
What? Why? I signed an agreement!
She's been in and out of boarding
schools, involved in some incidents...
but you don't need
to get into that.
Just let her take
the lead, you know?
I mean... a few memories where
the parents screw up.
As you know, usually, the dramatic experience
of actually going back into memories...
affects people, gives them perspective
on their present lives...
to stop overeating, stop
smoking... whatever.
Make her eat. Simple case.
Will I know I'm in a memory?
It should feel like it's
happening for the first time...
but it'll be different
from the original event.
Because your unconscious mind will
know that you've been there before.
Also...
me being there makes it different.
The equipment is useful
to record the session.
I will be watching you
for the whole time.
If anything happens, I can bring
you back, right away. Okay?
Now, you may see me in the distance,
but you won't know that it's me.
If I'm next to you, you won't
be able to see me at all...
unless I call you back.
Understand?
Yes.
Please put these in your ears.
They conceal a tone,
hidden in white noise.
go into a theta state.
Can we use my metronome as well?
Uh... sure.
Where are we going?
Focus on your first memory.
The further back we
can go, the better.
Give me your hands.
Relax.
Think about that first memory.
At first, your memories will
jump around, but that's okay.
When you're ready...
close your eyes.
Let's begin...
now.
I like you being here with us...
We all know you like girls.
She's just a girl for god sakes!
We have a responsibility!
Let me out!
She needs to be in an institution!
She's my daughter!
This old man, he played three.
He played knick-knack on my knee.
With a knick-knack paddy whack...
give a dog a bone...
this old man came rolling home.
What game are you playing, honey?
Can I play with you?
You have to be quiet.
What are you up to?
Mommy's not feeling well today.
You can't do that!
You can't just...
We have to think about Anna.
Anna is the focus of the attention.
Don't you think I'm
thinking about her?
We have a responsibility!
We are not the right people!
This is not the place
for her, Michelle!
Come with me, young lady! Dad!
Let me down!
I'll let you out when you realize
that spying on people is wrong.
For god's sakes, She's only a girl!
She's different, Michelle.
She's not like other children, she
needs to be in an institution.
Well, why isn't it here, then?
Because I put it in here.
She's my daughter.
She tried to stab you,
for Christ's sakes!
Mom!
And coming back... now.
Ow.
Are you okay?
You were there?
I was right next to you.
Spooky.
Can we do more?
Next time.
Self-involved, emotionally stunted retards
is what one hopes for in parents.
Did you see the letter opener?
I did.
Maybe my stepdad is the one you should
be testing for personality disorders.
Is he why you're on
a hunger strike?
So you married?
I was.
What was her name?
Same as yours.
I like her already.
Show me a picture.
I don't carry one anymore.
C'mon, John.
A guy like you always has
a picture in his wallet.
I'll show you a picture...
if you agree to eat something.
You wanna see her?
It's up to you.
Robert desperately
wants to put me away.
food would make me act crazy.
Well then, let's flip out together.
If I start hallucinating,
you'll demand a drug test...
before they lock me away
in a padded room, right?
I swear.
C mon, let's eat!
She's pretty.
Eat slowly so you don't
make yourself sick.
Why do you wanna see this
antique letter opener?
I like to confirm memories,
just to be sure.
I cut her accidentally.
It's always haunted me.
Is your husband here?
Mm-hm.
Can I talk to you both?
Why?
Anna just started to eat.
So, will I see you at
7:
00 to celebrate?Okay, shall I pick you up then?
Sure, why not?
But only one drink.
So you like being a nurse?
I like helping people.
You take your job
quite seriously, huh?
Well, if you can't do what you love, then
at least make sure you love what you do.
Isn't that what they say?
They do say that, that
is absolutely true.
I think you're doing a
great job with Anna.
Thank you for your confidence.
Sometimes I don't think I'm
gonna be able to help her.
Why?
My wife and I had a baby boy...
who died a few months
after he was born.
My wife kept wanting to go back to the
time when he was still alive, and...
eventually the time came when...
she wasn't happy unless
she was in the memory.
She became obsessed.
So, I refused to take her
to the past anymore.
She... spiraled downward, she...
became depressed and I lost her.
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