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your family...

Everyone is so

spectacular,

or expected to be.

What did you want me to do

about it?

Stand up to them.

Let them know, let me know,

that I'm good enough for you.

More than good enough.

I never thought

anything else, Jacs.

- Come here.

- Mm...

Come here. Come here.

You can do it.

I think we need a drink.

Ed, is something burning?

Ed?

Ed!

We're keeping him under

for a while.

In some ways, he's lucky

the trauma is so severe.

No nerves left,

no pain.

Yet.

It'll come, though.

But how the hell

did it happen?

A sandwich grill?

Ouch.

:

Patrick.

Can you hear me?

Do you want

the doctors stopped?

Why, Patrick?

Why is it a secret,

Patrick?

Patrick?

Patrick.

:

Patrick?

Patrick?

Are you asleep?

If you're awake, Patrick,

then why won't you show anyone?

But why just me, Patrick?

Why no one else?

Kathy?

I'll leave you two alone.

You still don't remember

anything?

Nothing.

Just you screaming.

Psychologist came in

yesterday.

They're going to do

epilepsy tests now.

So the folks

are going to fly in.

Mom's doing the full

theatrics.

Ed, have I ever

seemed delusional to you?

You? God no.

It's this patient

at work.

Patrick.

Whenever I'm around,

he...

What is it, Jacs?

It all seems

so ridiculous.

Hey, when I get

out of here,

we're getting out

of here.

Deal?

We'll see.

Transcribe.

Patrick?

You said that you wanted me

to help you.

But you must need help.

I've seen what the doctor

does to you.

I don't understand.

Patrick?

You'll kill him.

You know that,

don't you?

Mmm.

Unethical things, Brian.

Like what?

Little or no protocols,

unorthodox methods,

treatment without consent.

What specifically?

Well, he's using

a shock therapy machine.

The thing looks like it fell off

the back of a truck in the '20s.

Shock therapy on coma patients?

What the hell for?

To try to blast them

back to life?

Why didn't you

tell me this before?

Look, I'm telling you now,

all right?

I'm going to make

a few calls.

To the department?

To the money.

Give me a day.

Thank you.

I really mean it.

What are you hiding from,

Patrick?

Watching what?

What do you know,

Patrick?

I don't need you

to do that, Patrick.

What have you been

telling your boyfriend?

Ed?

That f***ing peacock

on the radio.

Brian?

He's been calling

with questions.

What does he know?

You're going to have

to ask him.

Did you have to push

so hard?

What did you

expect me to do?

I don't really know.

Some kind

of middle ground.

There isn't one.

This is big.

Establishment money.

Medical malpractice.

The lights are going to get

shut off and the locks changed.

That's the way

these things happen.

But Patrick, he...

He's...

He's what?

When will little happen?

Soon.

I'm going to come

and get you.

I'll call. If you're there

you drop everything, understand?

Okay.

I've done something

to help you.

We're not always the best judges

of what we need, Patrick.

You said so yourself.

I don't think I'll be here

much longer.

You're going

to have to decide.

Stay in your own world

alone,

or let other people in.

I can't, I won't,

be the only one.

COMPUTERIZED VOICE:

You have one new voice message.

Received at 1:
00 p. m.

Sebastian, it's Morris.

I don't know what the f***

has happened,

but the knives are out.

There's talk of an emergency

board meeting.

I'm stalling them,

but I'm running out of excuses.

Whatever you've got,

show it and show it now.

KATHY, OVER ANSWERING MACHINE:

Hi, this is Kathy.

Ow!

Sh*t!

Ow!

Ow!

Please fasten your seat belt.

This is ending now.

You can't pummel him

into submission.

You're here to wipe up

mucous and urine.

I don't give a sh*t

what you have to say.

You will.

Nurse Jacquard.

Do you believe in God?

I don't.

But I do believe

in fate.

You see, I didn't choose

any of this.

It chose me.

And when you've been cursed

with true insight,

half the answer

is never enough.

Now, I have clawed my way up

the cliff face by my fingertips.

It has taken me decades

to get a glimpse of the peak.

And I don't have a minute

to spare.

Now, you are a prissy,

meddling little b*tch

who's wasting my precious time,

and I would dearly love you

to f*** off.

ROGET:

I'm finally reaching you.

Everything I know

screams it out to me.

I'll make hiding in there

worse than being ripped out.

BRIAN, OVER ANSWERING MACHINE:

Hi, this is Brian.

I can't get to the phone

right now,

so please leave a message. |

Brian, it's Kathy.

Roget is insane.

Whatever you're going to do,

you do it now and call me.

Kathy!

Both of you, out.

Now.

Nurse.

Hey, hey.

Ah!

Ah! Oh!

She died in anguish,

you know.

My mother.

She knew that

after she was gone,

all that was left for me

was this.

She never understood.

But you do.

I know you do.

Shh.

I'm shocked and saddened

to have to tell you

that colleague and friend,

Dr. Brian Wright,

has been found dead.

The report states

that police divers

have recovered his body

from the waters below

the Old Coast Road.

He has been sent

to punish us.

No, no, no, Julia.

He's our legacy.

Everything we worked for.

I am this close.

I can't give up now.

You've got no idea

what you've done, Father.

Julia.

No.

I--

You. You killed him.

- Killed who?

- Brian.

Dr. Wright.

You killed him.

Oh, believe me, if I had it's

not an accomplishment I'd deny.

What are you going to do

with those, give me a haircut?

Get rid of her.

No need, Matron.

I'm leaving.

But I'll be back

with the licensing board

and the police.

If you leave,

it will all

be your fault.

You mustn't go back

to the clinic.

Not ever.

My father has done

terrible things.

I've done terrible things.

We will be punished

for them.

But it's not us

you have to fear.

The only thing more dangerous

than his hate...

is his love.

I was planning to settle this

by other means,

but I'm too tired

for any of that now.

Kathy.

- Ed?

- Kath, you all right?

Oh.

Please, Kathy,

what's going on?

I, um...

I'll call you back.

Just tell me--

Where the hell

have you been?

You've been called to the city.

An accident crash.

Male victim,

severe head trauma.

You were asked for

by name.

The family have money.

Lots of it.

Williams. |

Um, I was just, um--

Do you have

your car here?

Um... yes.

We're out of ammonia.

There's none left

in the storeroom.

They won't have it

at the general store.

You'll have to drive

into town.

- How much do you want?

- Go.

- Are you all right?

- Now.

You're a cancer.

And you need

to be cut out.

Police divers have recovered

his body from the waters...

Ed!

ED:

Hi, this is Ed.

Please leave a message.

I can't explain it,

but you have to believe me.

Everyone close to me

is in terrible danger.

As soon as you get this,

leave.

It must be radio waves

or something.

Just get over the mountains.

Please run.

I'm not yours, Patrick!

I never will be!

You're a sick, twisted,

pathetic child, do you hear me?!

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