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Isn't that silly?

It is silly.

Directions to the group meeting.

You should come by, Eric,

you won't regret it.

You're like a dog with a bone.

Thanks for the coffee.

Hey, Claire.

Drop by any time.

Did you mention me to Eric Clark

before I came along?

- No.

- No?

I've never met him.

He knows personal things about me.

Like what?

Not any big things, how to

take my coffee, that I have a sister.

How does he explain it?

No, he hasn't tried,

and I haven't asked.

How is your sister?

Uhmm..

Emma?

Emma, right.

- She's good.

- She's good?

She's good. Yeah...

I've been doing some research

on some PTSD patients...

that may have developed

an extrasensory perception.

Really?

It's a.. theory.

Most of combat veterans.

So, he's a..

so, he's reading your mind.

Hmm?

- Yes?

- All right, all right.

(Chuckling)

Claire.

Did they even find any more information

about what happened up there?

Why do you ask?

Well, their initial assessments

are all over the place.

This one passenger, Dean Haschle,

he seems to remember...

an explosion on board.

None of the others agree.

They all have a different story.

There's bound to be some discrepancies.

An explosion would cause

an accident, not a pilot error.

I spoke to a man at the airline, and

he seemed pretty annoyed by this theory.

- And..

- Stop, stop, stop. You're not a detective.

Stick to your patients,

and their progresses. That's it.

Okay, fair enough, but the huge part of

their progress will be knowing the truth.

'The truth heals,' who said that?

I don't know, some dead white guy.

No, you.

Well, how are you finding the work?

Well, I should have been doing

this long time ago, well, you knew that.

Better late than never, I guess.

This is good. This is good.

Does anyone have a contact

with Dean since our last session?

Not surprised that he isn't back.

I don't think this little

get-togethers are any use...

spilling your guts to strangers.

Shannon.. have you tried talking

to your friends or relatives...

about what you're feeling?

Loved ones could be great source of comfort.

Nope.

Are you all right?

I'm good.

I'm little tired.

Are you sleeping well?

Not really.

We can talk to a physician

and get you something to help you sleep.

No.

Good night, Shannon.

Do you always offer medication

in front of other patients?

Oh, Shannon, I'm sorr--

What qualifies you,

really, to talk to us?

You have no idea

what any of us are going through.

Doctor!

Norman?

In your car, please.

- What's the matter?

- Let's go. C'mon.

Norman.

Please! Just bear with me.

Okay. Okay.

Just pull out here, and make this U-turn.

Why?

Dr. Summers, please.

Okay.

Put on your seatbelt.

Where are we going?

Drive past that building,

but don't stop.

Okay.

There!

There, he is.

That man was here the other day.

He's been following me.

Who is he?

I think he's with airlines.

They've been monitoring us.

Why.. why would they do that?

The other night, when Dean said

he remembered a flash...

or something bright,

like a fire, or an explosion...

it started coming back to me.

They're saying that the pilot missed

the approach or some bullshit.

That's wrong.

There was an explosion on board,

I remember it now, too.

Why would they lie

about something like that?

They had another accident, last year,

off the coast of California.

A mechnical failure, another problem

like that would sink them.

They're after us now.

Norman, we can't assume that.

You don't know these people.

A corporation like this...

it's all about money, they are capable

of anything to save their asses.

Norman, I understand that you feel

vulnerable right now...

and paranoid feelings are common

amongst people who have been through...

what you've just been through, but.. uh...

I don't think the airline is

after you, okay?

Let me take you home, where do you live?

[Phone ringing]

Hi, you've reached Hannah,

Paul, Luke, and Emma.

Leave us a message.

Hi, Emma, it's Claire.

I left you a message...

which wasn't easy, but I'm trying, okay?

But we're grown-ups, you know,

let's agree to disagree...

you live your life the way you want,

and I live my life the way I want--

I don't want to argue.

God, the phone makes it worse, uhmm...

Let's meet face to face.

Call me.

[Doorbell buzzes]

[Screams]

Sh*t.

(Sigh)

Hello.

[Organ playing]

You started to paint.

Yeah.

Turns out that it's not that difficult

once you dive right into it.

What.. what is it?

I don't know.

Give it a shot.

No thanks.

No, no, c'mon, here.

No, I don't really,

no, I'll ruin it.. I--

No, you won't, c'mon.

C'mon, c'mon.

Okay, okay.

Nah, don't worry about that.

Uh, okay.

Here you go, okay.

Just.. just relax your grip, a little.

Little looser.. loose.. there you go.

There..

I think.. I got it.

All right.

Yes, yes! See, you're great at this.

C'mon, keep going.

C'mon, you're not done.

Eric..

Eric.

Eric.

Eric, c'mon, please talk to me.

Please tell me

what you're feeling right now.

What?! C'mon.

How have you been?

How are things?

- I'm okay.

- Yeah?

Yeah.

You seem little depressed to me.

Are you?

No.

Why would you say that?

I don't know, I just..

you.. saw.. put together.

I have a theory about women who

are beautiful, 'cause you're beautiful...

who bury themselves under

layers of crap, like you do.

I don't bury myself.

- Do you want to hear my theory or not?

- Fine.

They're afraid of being desirable.

How touchy feely,

maybe you should have your own show.

Hey!

Thank you.

How did you come to do what you do?

How does one become

an expert in disasters?

I study children with severe traumas.

Children who have shut-off.

Where do you start?

Uh.. by learning their language.

Most of these kids dress up the facts

with fantasies, imaginary friends...

storytelling, I..

find my way into their story...

and I find my way back to the truth.

Are you afraid of dogs?

Of course, not.

Because, you know, it's common

among post-traumatic patients...

to develop phobias--

Claire, I'm not your patient.

I was using the term generally.

Eric, can I see you again?

Yeah.

Of course.

In fact, you know what?

Here.

It's a key.

It's not my hand in marriage.

In case I can't hear

the doorbell or something.

No, I will call first next time. That's

what I really should've done today.

- Sorry.

- C'mon, hey, slow down.

I'm not gonna bite you.

Look, I appreciate you wanting to help.

I do. It's a.. it is helpful.

It's comforting, thank you.

Okay.

Some ground rules.

We are not dating. We're having

conversations that may help you...

release some of the feelings

that you're repressing.

I would say my feelings

are not being repressed at all.

I will listen to you, and

you will stop coming on to me.

- All right?

- All right.

These are my terms now,

if we're going to continue hanging out.

We're hanging out?

Yes, quid pro quo, tit for tat.

Tit for tat?

Shut up.

Okay, doctor.

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