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shrink is f***ing with me.

Can you get off now?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Taylor.

You've been restricted.

By who?

By Dr. Banks?

He's not my doctor anymore.

He attacked me. He's sick.

MAN:
Miss Taylor,

you need to step back.

EMILY:
Get off the phone.

Get off the phone!

Miss Taylor, you need to relax.

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

Get me Dr. Siebert!

This is bullshit!

I shouldn't even be here! I'm not sick!

Get me Dr. Siebert! No! No!

Relax! Relax!

No, I don't want it!

I don't want it!

Yes. Dr. Siebert?

Dr. Banks.

I've been thinking about our last conversation.

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

Yes.

An idea occurred to me.

Mmm-hmm.

Maybe I am a genius.

Hello there! Best we don't

talk inside, right?

Talk about what?

Uh, she wants to go before

the judge this week.

And what is she going to say?

(SIGHS) Well, it depends.

She could tell a long, sordid

story about her former shrink.

Suggest the SEC investigate.

The whole story.

That would make national

coverage, wouldn't it?

And what do you get out of it?

Oh, I don't know.

Peace of mind. Like

I said, it depends.

No.

(SOFTLY) No, no.

This will be the last time we speak.

Okay?

You get her released, and we

go back to being strangers.

Unless, of course, you want

to consult on other patients.

EMILY:
No.

The staff told me you were

having a difficult time.

So, I've added medication

that will help.

(SCOFFS)

If I tell you the truth,

do I have to take the pills?

I won't be able to tell the

truth if I take any more pills.

(INAUDIBLE)

EMILY:
Imagine everything

you ever wanted

shows up one day and

calls itself your life.

And then, just when you

start to believe in it...

Gone. And suddenly,

it gets

very hard to imagine a future.

That's depression, right?

So I went to

see Dr. Siebert.

We talked about my childhood.

About disappointment

and Mommy and Daddy.

And I told her about Martin.

And she told me that her

marriage with her husband

had never been anything

but a meeting of minds.

And minds start to

wander after a while.

He had traded her in for a

younger model, so she was

alone and lonely.

It didn't take much.

I think she always liked girls,

she just never found one

she liked as much as me.

She taught me how to be depressed.

What drugs had which side effects.

What symptoms went

with what diagnosis.

And I taught her everything Martin

ever told me about

derivatives and deals.

The trades were in her name.

So I forgave Martin.

I went to visit on the weekends

and told him that

I would wait for him.

What do you doctors call faking?

"Malingering"?

Such a funny word.

Girls learn to fake things

at a very early age.

Probably around the same time

that boys are learning to lie.

We needed everyone to see how much

I wanted it to work out with us.

How much I loved my husband.

And how terribly depressed I was.

BANKS'. When did you

decide to kill him?

EMILY:
It's not a decision

you make just once.

You make it over and over again,

every time you look at your life

and you see the position you're

in and who put you there.

And it all leads back to him.

Each and every f***ing

problem, every disappointment.

And you think to yourself,

"Maybe if he just goes away,

it'll all get better. "

Everything would have

worked out perfectly

if you had just disappeared

after the trial

like you were supposed to.

BANKS". Why me?

Was it because of Alison Finn?

That was just a happy coincidence.

A convenient distraction.

It didn't have to be you.

It could have been you or anyone else

who walked into my room

with a prescription pad.

We didn't go looking for you,

we just looked at the world.

I read somewhere that

there's a difference

between tears of joy

and tears of rage.

Is that true?

It's in the chemistry, but

you can't tell by looking

they all just look like tears.

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Hello? Hello, I think I need help!

I think my...

My husband's bleeding and I think he's...

I think he's been stabbed

and he's dead. He's dead,

I think he's dead.

I think he's dead!

You need to send someone!

Please!

You never did take the Paxil, did you?

No.

Or the Zoloft.

No.

Only the Ablixa.

Didn't really do anything for me.

So, when did she start paying you?

She always knew you'd

turn on her someday

like you did with Martin.

Past behavior is the best

predictor of future behavior.

That's what she said about you.

And how long do you two

plan on keeping me here?

Why would we ever let you leave?

Because

maybe there's a better deal.

BANKS". Over the course of her

confinement, I've come to the conclusion

with a reasonable degree

of medical certainty

that Emily Taylor is neither

mentally ill or dangerous

at this time. I believe

with the proper treatment

she is not a threat

to herself or others.

In my opinion,

she's ready to move onto

the next phase of rehabilitation

with ongoing supervision, as outlined

in the outpatient order of conditions.

The risk of relapse back into a

dangerous mental state is low.

I've submitted to the court the

conditions under which I believe

the order of confinement

may be rescinded.

And do you, Ms. Taylor,

understand

that if you violate the

terms of your release,

I will have to issue a new

order of confinement?

Yes, Your Honor.

MAN:
I text her

like 20 times a day.

SIEBERT:
Zach, you're beginning

to see a pattern, right?

Everyone leaves. It's not

a pattern, it's a fact.

And how does this connect

to you being adopted?

I think it started there.

And now I'm making it happen.

You know, I get scared that

people will leave and then

I, uh, (CLEARS THROAT)

end up making them leave.

Excuse me, Dr. Siebert,

I think someone wants you.

Uh, I'm sorry, Zach,

this is an emergency.

We're gonna have to

pick this up next time.

You didn't tell Banks

anything, did you?

Of course not.

How much did you have to

pay him to get me out?

It doesn't matter. You're out.

It's taken care of.

You didn't leave me much choice.

What did you do with

the rest of the money?

Two accounts.

Mine's in Dubai,

yours is in Grand Cayman.

(MOANING) God.

Are you sure you didn't

tell him anything else?

Yes, I'm sure.

Because there are SEC violations.

Conspiracy to commit murder.

I'm exposed here.

Yes, you are.

And I'm vulnerable.

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, God, I missed you.

You taught me to be

such a sad, sad girl.

Do I look sad now?

Do you remember the first time?

Yeah.

Do you remember how wet I made you?

Oh, yeah.

Do you want to do that again?

Yeah.

What the f*** is that?

You didn't leave me much choice.

Oh, my God.

Dr. Siebert,

you're under arrest.

You're being charged

with conspiracy to

commit murder and securities fraud.

BANKS:
... within the next 10 minutes.

I think she's just arrived.

Yeah, she's here.

And thank you.

Here I am.

Cured at last.

You're late.

How long do I have to stay?

(SIGHING)

I'm going to put you

on some medication.

(LAUGHING) What?

This is for Thorazine.

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