Mindscape Page #4

of alcohol very seriously.

Drinking is the

Devil's calling card.

Hey, Anna, look.

I'm so, so sorry about

the closet. I...

Oh, don't worry about it.

Some friends are coming over to tea

tomorrow. Do you want to join us?

Can Megan come?

What, Mousey? She's such a retard.

Yeah, she is.

Do you copy your roses from

the rose bushes out there?

Roses don't grow during the winter.

Sometimes we remember things the way we want

to, rather than the way they really were.

I didn't do anything to those girls,

if that's what you're implying.

False memories can have a... a

rushed feeling to them...

a lack of detail.

The windows won't have views or

none of the clocks will work.

Well, if you ever find me, ah,

particularly attractive in a memory...

it's probably because

I'm making it up, too.

I wouldn't picture myself having a bad

skin day if I knew you'd be around.

Hey, I'm not kidding, okay?

I can accept we don't exactly

know what we're looking for...

but your memories have to be real!

You have to be very careful!

Has something told you

I've been making them up?

Yeah, I saw a clock on the wall,

the hands weren't moving.

The one in the dorm hallway, right?

Yeah.

That one never worked.

We used to call our gym teacher, Mr. Pierce

"The Clock", because he didn't work, either.

You never leave the house, right?

Not anymore.

You've got 20 minutes.

Mr. Ortega?

So, what are you?

Some kind of therapist?

Do you know what a

memory detective is?

Somebody who takes

rich people's money.

Well, that's me.

Has Anna's family hired you to

find out if she has a soul?

I'm just here to

find out the truth.

That family is a nightmare.

You dig too deep,

better watch your step.

You're lucky you didn't get 20

years for seducing a minor.

I'm not saying I wasn't at

fault, but that girl...

that girl was everywhere I

turned... flirting...

finding ways to get us alone.

I've lost everything.

My job, my fiance, my freedom...

my entire f***ing

life, because of her.

Anna's family throws money

around like confetti.

They can get to anybody.

Cops, district attorneys...

They've covered up all the

bad stuff Anna's done.

Then, had me thrown in here

for something I didn't do.

I'm sure that they even covered

it up when she tried to kill...

those three girls at

school that same year.

Anna blamed it all on

another girl, Mousey...

but no one could find

out who she was.

Not even Susan Merrick s family

was able to take Anna to court.

I'd love that family to finally

get what's coming to them.

Susan Merrick?

My name is John Washington. Can I ask

you a few questions about Anna Greene?

Are you a cop?

No, I'm not a cop, Ms. Merrick.

What? Has she died or something?

No... not at all.

I just want to find out what happened, what

really happened at the Whitten Academy.

You think Anna was responsible.

Of course, she was a total psycho.

There were a lot of other girls there

with problems. Could have been anyone.

I got on with everyone.

Did you have a girl named

Mousey at your school?

No... I don't think so.

Now, I'm sorry, but I have to go.

Miss Merrick, I know what

you've been through.

I know it must have

been extremely painful.

I really need your help.

Do you have any specific memory

of Anna you think I should know?

Yeah... sure I do.

Anna seriously has balls. She was like

"drinking is the Devil's calling card".

It was awesome.

Hey, Anna, do you want a cup?

No, thanks.

You sure?

Yeah.

I like you being here with us.

And coming back... now.

You saw Mousey, right? She did it.

So you didn't poison those girls?

Of course, not.

Your prints were all over the teapot.

Because I picked it up once or twice.

And why would I wipe the poison clean,

but leave my prints on the teapot?

Not to mention hiding the

poison under my bed.

Maybe you're too smart

for your own good.

If you'd wiped the pot,

that would point to you.

Maybe you just didn't have

time to hide the poison.

It was Megan, John.

Why didn't you go to the cops?

What, and tell them that Megan was obsessed

and that she smirked at me as I was led away?

Why not?

You're forgetting what it's

like to be a teenager.

Adults telling you what to do, having opinion

about what you say, before you even say it.

There's no Mousey, Anna.

What?

What are you talking about?

There's no Megan at the school.

Oh, you don't believe me?

Do you blame me?

Megan transferred in during the second

semester and left right after I got expelled.

You know, who the hell

do you think I am?

Please tell me, John!

What... what, you think

I'm some psychopath?

What? This is the second day in

a row you've called me a liar!

I want to know why you're

suddenly turning on me!

Here! My yearbook!

A**hole.

You won't mind if I hang on

to this for a couple of days?

Sleep with it under your

pillow, for all I care.

We don't have much time.

I want you to think about all the key

moments in your life by tomorrow.

Can you do that for me?

Fine.

John...

John, Why don't you help me?

Why don't you wanna help me?

Mom!

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...

Who's there?

Anna?

Anna!

Hello?

Hey!

Wait!

Wait!

Is there somewhere

I can freshen up?

There's a bathroom just down

that corridor on your left.

Oh, thank you.

What are you doing in here?

Maybe I'm looking for the

guy from last night.

You know, Mr. Greene, it really isn't

necessary to have me followed.

I had you extensively looked

into before you were hired.

I don't have anyone

following you now.

And now, if you'd be so kind, your

work in this house is upstairs.

Very nice, Anna.

Not just yet.

Glad you're back from zombie land.

You okay, want some water?

Aren't they great?

Better than what you had before.

How did you do that?

I just downloaded it.

No, how did you leave

me alone in the memory?

I don't know.

Suddenly I was back here, and our hands

were separated, but you were still under.

I wasn't sure what to do.

You looked cute while

you were sleeping.

Anna, do you know

what transference is?

I do.

Then you'll know it's

perfectly natural to...

To what? Have strong feelings

for your therapist?

I just simply said I liked

watching you sleep.

Your teacher was a lot older

than you, he took advantage.

He was encouraging... that

place was so depressing.

What about the photos?

He said they were for art, and

at first they were artistic.

You okay? You don't look too good.

I'm having trouble

staying grounded.

Side-effects from the sessions?

Hallucinations?

Yeah... terrible headaches. I

can't sleep... nightmares.

Plus the guy they've hired to follow me...

he's... he is everywhere I go.

Maybe events have made this case far bigger

than you were ready for when you started.

Maybe we should ask

Lundgren to take over.

No! No way, no.

I can handle it.

Did you ever treat

Anna at their house?

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