Unsane Page #3

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But I'm fine.

I just needed to talk

to somebody.

Yeah, that's why

Highland Creek and all

the other Highland Creeks

and Tumbling Pines

and Cedar Valleys

under the ADS

Health Enterprises

umbrella exist.

You talk,

they find a way to keep you

and get you admitted.

And you stay locked up

until Aetna,

Blue Cross, Medicaid

or whoever insures you will pay.

Soon as the money runs out,

you're cured.

But that's...

Business.

Business.

Highland Creek

is just like any other

business in America.

They got a number

to hit every month.

They need to admit as many

patients to fill those beds

to get that money.

You know, the law of averages

suggests that a percentage

of the patients admitted

to Highland Creek

are in actual need

of psychiatric care.

It also suggests

that a higher percentage...

Are just like me.

They're locking up

sane people for profit.

Yeah.

I'm here for seven days

because my insurance company

approved it.

Boom.

It's not that bad.

I mean, it's inhuman,

but compared to where

you could have landed?

Tumbling Pines streams

meth addict cage matches.

This place has got Hayley,

plus some less qualified

and motivated employees.

There's really no comparison.

And if you hook up

with the right people,

you don't gotta worry

about weed, booze, porn,

or whatever you use

to make life seem less

of a crushing void.

I, myself, am in the throes

of kicking an opioid addiction,

so keep that sh*t away from me.

Final words:

Do your time.

Keep your head down.

God, you're talking to me

like we're in prison.

You're welcome.

Don't cause any scenes.

Don't make any enemies.

Find a community,

learn how to live

with the routine.

It'll be over

before you know it.

You've got any questions,

come find me.

Mm-hmm.

Ah.

Oh.

No.

No way.

You can't be anywhere near me.

This won't work.

The Boston cops

have got a record

of the restraining order.

I hope following me

all the way here

was worth it

because you're going to jail.

Move, Alison.

No...

George Shaw?

Is that what you're

calling yourself?

This man is called David Strine.

And he's been following me

and calling me and texting me

and showing up at my job

and breaking into

my f***ing house.

Take your meds

and move on.

No. I'm not going anywhere

until the cops haul his ass

into jail.

George, did you do

or say anything

to provoke the patient?

Stop calling him that.

His name is David.

He's followed me

all the way here

from Boston.

I've never even been to Boston,

though I am a Sox fan.

You're a f***ing liar!

I want my phone.

I've saved all the text

messages you sent me,

all the really,

really sick ones.

Do you remember, David?

All the ones where

you said you'd kill yourself

if you couldn't have me.

You're crazy.

Maybe I should go back

to the other ward.

I'm not doing any good here.

No one is f***ing

buying this, Strine.

It's George.

No, I get it.

It's not hard to get a job here.

You don't need qualifications.

You don't need f***ing training.

I want my f***ing phone call!

I'm calling the cops,

and I want him arrested.

Your phone privileges

have been suspended.

No! I don't want to...

I don't want to be

in here with you!

I f***ing hate you!

I f***ing hate you!

No, I'm telling you

the truth,

I swear to God.

Get your hands off me!

He's lying.

F***ing lying!

Oh, Jesus.

You're hurting my arm!

F*** off! No.

Get on that side.

F*** you.

It's like you didn't listen

to a word I said.

You keep this up, and you'll be

spending the rest of your time

down in the basement.

You said

you wanted to help me,

so help me out of this.

Good night.

Uh...

Yeah. Yeah, this story's

gonna be like the biggest

story ever.

Yeah, I've got evidence.

I got everything I need.

Finally just going

to shut it down.

Yeah, man. Yeah.

Let me call you back.

I don't know.

She's, like,

a little tricky.

Sometimes she responds to me,

sometimes she doesn't.

Yeah.

You know.

Hi.

What?

Give it back, thief.

You took my last pack

of cigarettes.

Where'd you put 'em?

Hide 'em in your snatch?

I was in f***ing restraints,

you idiot!

Oh! F*** me!

Oh, well done, Violet.

Sawyer,

based on what it says here,

you are one incident away

from being sent to the basement.

Look, I was sexually assaulted.

Where's the outrage?

Where's my advocate?

Who do I report this to?

And what's in the basement?

What's in the basement?

Solitary confinement.

Oh, my God. Send me there

right f***ing now.

My stalker... You've read

the counselor's notes.

You know who I'm talking about.

He's here.

He's got himself a job

in the f***ing hospital.

I talked to the second floor

about George.

No, he's not called George.

We did a thorough

background check.

Yeah, you did a thorough

background check on George.

I'm telling you,

he isn't called George.

His name is David Strine.

I'm trying to tell...

You're not even listening to me.

I'm trying to tell you the man...

And I'm adding a course

of risperidone and lithium

to your meds.

What's that for?

To keep you

from hurting anyone else.

And yourself.

Are you serious?

That's your diagnosis?

You're sedating me

when I've just told you

there's a predator

who's followed me here

from another city.

You should be protecting me.

What medication are you on?

That's funny.

Yes.

Well... to be continued.

Hi. I'm Jacob.

Sawyer.

Listen, I... I just want

to apologize, again,

if I said or did anything

to upset you.

I see the doctor's put

a little something extra

in there.

I really hope it helps.

I hope someone cuts

your balls off and stuffs them

down your throat.

What? Are you

f***ing touching me?

You motherf***er!

It's him!

It's him!

I'm telling you,

it's Strine!

No, no, no, listen!

Calm down.

He's been to my mom's house.

He's been to my f***ing mom's

house and stolen our mail!

I'm not f***ing crazy! No!

F*** you! No.

Ow!

Let me use it.

I... Excuse me?

Your cell phone.

I saw you.

I know you have one.

That's a major infraction

of the rules.

But guess what?

I don't care, as long

as I get to use it.

Otherwise, I tell everyone.

Yeah. Your credibility

is sky high around here.

You really want

to take that chance?

You call the cops again,

they'll do nothing... again

but take my cell phone.

I'm not calling the cops.

I promise.

Hmm.

And I'll suck your dick.

Five minutes.

Don't get caught.

Hello.

Oh, Mom, it's me.

Sawyer, where've you been?

It's been, like, three days

since you've called.

Yeah, Mom...

I expected to see your face

on a milk carton.

Mom, I'm in a bit of trouble.

- How much do you need?

- No, no, no. It's not that, Mom.

I haven't got a lot of time.

I need you to listen.

Just don't panic.

But I've been involuntarily

committed to a facility

called Highland Creek

here in Pennsylvania.

They said I was suicidal,

but I swear to God, Mom,

I'm not.

It's just an insurance scam.

But listen.

There's this guy

I never told you about

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