Patient Seven

- Give me two more.

- Raise you two.

- Oh, raise me two?

Jacks and kings,

what do you got?

Ah, it's all me.

You suck at this game, man.

- I know.

- You needed to gamble more

when you were growing up.

- I can't tell you

how excited we are

that you chose our

institution to do research

for your new book, Dr. Marcus.

- Well that

pleases me to hear, Dr. Victor.

- Please, call me Paul.

May I call you Daniel?

- Actually, no.

I only let my friends

call me Daniel.

Paul, have a seat please.

Have you had a chance to--

- oh, finished it last night.

Very, very impressive

work, doctor.

A riveting read.

We're lucky to have you here.

- Well thank you, that's

so nice of you to say.

My only hope is that i

can make a difference

in the lives of

your patients here.

- I have no doubt that you will.

Though I must say,

you certainly have your

hands full with this group.

I can assure you of that.

Do you mind if I ask why these

patients stood out to you?

- Not at all.

The research I'm

going to be doing here

is in support of a

new book of mine,

which is going to be addressing

the fundamental difference

between true mental illness

and that of a created

psychosis brought on by

a patient's need to

buffer the subconscious

against some horrendous

or horrific act

that's been occurred

upon them in the past.

Or it could be hiding a much

more sinister, darker issue,

which is,

that they're lying.

And they're hiding some heinous,

horrible act in their past

that they're guilty of.

- Well, in that case,

you've picked the

cream of the crop.

These patients suffer from

a variety of mental

health issues,

probably the most

severe I've ever seen.

Everything from

paranoid schizophrenia,

extreme phobias and

delusional disorders.

Causing nearly all of them to

commit some terrible crime.

- Which is why I chose them.

Now, were they

informed that I was

doing research on a new book?

- Yeah, they've

certainly been told.

Whether they remember or

not remains to be seen.

- Well, I believe that...

Being honest with a

patient is a way of

unlocking their trust.

- Of course.

As requested, all the

patients have been

moved into a joint holding area.

And I've given specific

instructions to Kyle and Shane--

- Kyle and Shane, they are?

- They're the orderlies I've

assigned to assist you today.

Kyle is my nephew.

Not the brightest young man,

but certainly

capable of escorting

the patients in and

out of the office.

Unfortunately, our operational

budget has been cut

by the board of directors.

Again.

So we do what we can

with staffing these days.

- Well, when this new book

comes out and it's a success,

I will attribute

your institution

with all the research

and hopefully that'll buffer

some of your costs

in the future.

- I have faith that it will.

And I do hope the

office we've provided

for the interviews will suffice.

Due to the severe nature

of mental illnesses

of the patients you've selected,

we have to keep them

under maximum security.

- Well, I'm sure

it'll be just fine.

- Well, if there's

anything else you need,

just have one of the

orderlies come find me.

I'll be on my afternoon rounds.

- Thank you very much.

- Enjoy the sessions, doctor.

- Absolutely.

- Dude, this place blows,

i don't get any service.

- Dude, what the hell?

- Gentlemen.

- Yes?

- Could you bring in

patient 110984, please?

- Yes sir.

- For the record,

patient 110984.

Jill, 27 years old.

She's been institutionalized

for over 17 years.

The patient claims

her mother tried

to murder her at the age of 10.

Patient has been

exhibiting behavior

not unlike anorexia or

bulimia for the past 11 days

and has refused water

for the past 48 hours.

Okay, thank you, that'll be all.

- Dr. Marcus, I don't

think I'm supposed to--

- and this is the order I'd

like to see the patients in.

Your name is?

- Kyle.

- Kyle.

Thank you Kyle, we'll be fine.

Hello Jill.

My name's Dr. Marcus.

- What do you want?

- I'd like to help you.

- Why are you recording me?

- Oh well, that's so that

you can help me help you.

- Uncuff me.

- Well, I'm afraid i

don't have the key.

- That's bullshit.

- Why do you want to be

out of your restraints?

Hmm?

Is it so that you

can pull out your iv,

continue hurting yourself?

Is that what you wanna do?

- I'd rather be dead

than be here any more.

- Really?

Hmm.

I have something

I'd like to try.

I can make this very

quick, very quick.

I can say that

you lunged at me after I let

you out of your restraints.

And I had to defend myself.

And you know what,

here's the best part.

Nobody's going to give a damn.

So you just sit

there nice and calm

and it'll be over in a second.

- Are you crazy?

Why would you do that?

- Well, I did just prove

that you don't wanna die.

- I don't wanna be here anymore!

- Well.

Maybe I can help you with that.

Tell me what happened.

Tell me what happened

with your mother,

with your mommy.

- She was trying to kill me.

- How?

- You already know

what happened,

you have everything right

there in those folders.

- All right.

Look, I could send

you back with a

recommendation for

electro-shock therapy.

Young lady if you think

your stay here has been,

trying,

believe me, it can get

a hell of a lot worse.

- What do you want from me?

- I want the truth.

Not what's in the

files, I want...

I want what you remember.

- Will you help me?

- I can try.

But first you're gonna have to

open up, be honest with

me, tell me the truth.

And I will know if you're not.

This is going nowhere.

- They say I'm crazy!

But I'm not.

- All right.

Why?

- I loved my mom.

She was a good mom.

Until...

Until she started seeing it.

- It?

Seeing it?

- Honey.

Why are you in the bed?

Jill!

Did you wet the bed?

Oh god.

Oh my god!

Oh my god, honey, what happened?

What happened Jill?

Was there somebody here?

Talk to me!

Katie!

Oh my god.

Katie.

Katie.

Katie.

- Mom.

- Mom?

What are you doing?

- Huh?

- What happened to the hallway?

Oh no!

You're doing it again!

- Open up!

Open the door!

It's your mother, open the door!

Open the door!

Now!

Put your hand on the

door and unlock it!

It's your mother!

Please, let me in!

Oh god, oh!

Get outta there,

you're in danger!

My baby.

Oh my baby.

- Why did you kill

somebody you claim to love?

- I had no choice.

- Did you hate your mother?

- That's a messed up question.

- Which only you know

the answer to, hmm?

- I wanna go back to my cell.

- Where was your

father during all this?

Hmm?

- He wasn't there, he was...

He was out with my sister Katie.

- Ah.

Did you ever wonder who

the real monster here is?

You want everyone to

think of you as this poor,

helpless victim,

who had no choice.

- Screw you!

- When in fact,

you're actually a cold-blooded

sociopathic

killer.

With an electra complex

who wanted mommy

out of the way so she could

have daddy all to herself.

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