Veronika Decides To Die
Well, let's see.
After you decide that I'm depressed or
whatever, you'll throw me a med, right?
And I know, hundreds of people
who swallow them,
they're all doing
just fine, really.
I go back to work and take
my new antidepressants.
Have dinner with my parents, persuade
them that I'm back to being normal...
and it never gives
me in any trouble.
Then one day,
some man ask me to marry him.
He'd be nice enough and that'll
make my parents very happy.
The first year we make
love all the time.
Then the second and third
less and less.
But, just as we're getting sick
of each other, I'll be pregnant.
Taking care of kids,
working on the jobs, paying mortgages...
that'll keep us on even keel
for a while.
And then, ten years into it,
he'll have an affair...
because I'm... too busy
and I'm too tired.
And when I find out...
I'd like to kill him...
his mistress... myself.
We'll get passed it.
In a few years,
And this time, I just pretend
that I don't know, because...
somehow giving in to fast just doesn't
seem worth the trouble this time.
And you know, I'm happy
at least a few days.
Sometimes, wishing my kids
could have the life that I never had.
Other times... secretly pleased
their trying to be duplicates of me.
I'm fine... really.
Green is not the new black.
Hasn't anyone else noticed that
everyone has gone completly insane?
Why is everyone so afraid
to look at things as they really are?
Slogans like these have succeeded
in distracting...
all the things that really matter.
There's no other escape.
I want people to know I believe
in killing myself rather then to join...
this collective madness
in the world we all live in.
This is not the real world.
Goodbye,
Veronika Deklave.
Call 911!
Audrey, call 911!
- Pressure is 100 over 60.
- I need for you to back up.
Pressure is down
to 80 over 40.
Bring her inside.
Move her
into intensive care.
Could you please
send in my 9:
15.Edward!
Come on now, Edward.
I wanted to let you know that your fathers
annual visit is scheduled for next week.
He will ask then
if you've made any progress.
Have you made any progress, Edward?
You know Villette, works for the great
majority of people who come here.
The last few times your father visited,
I suggested to bring you home...
but...
well... I'm certain he believes
you being here, is for the best.
What'd you think of that, Edward?
Nurse!
Relax. We're gonna take
good care of you.
Take it easy.
Here we are.
Veronika?
You were in coma
and in intensive care, for 2 weeks...
before being well enough
to be with us here.
Where am I?
Villette.
Villette?
A privately funded psychiatric
facility on the Hudson River.
Our director, Dr. Blake has taken
special interest in your case.
You're psychiatrists!
Why am I here?
Who brought me here?
Veronika, can I ask you
a few questions?
Your date of birth?
December 24, 2000...
Um...
Your address?
Your place of emmployment?
Freeman and Stanley.
Your position?
Assistant Account Executive.
Seventy-five thousand a year...
plus additional
health benefits included.
The color of your mothers' hair?
I don't remember.
The color of my hair?
Blond.
Are you sure?
"Deklava" is Slovenian?
Your parents are from...
My parents left
before I was born.
We get along just fine,
if that's what you're wondering.
Look, how long
do I have to stay here?
Unfortunately...
we have some difficult news...
in that regard.
Somebody wanna tell me
what's going on?
That's yours.
Oh...
We're ready to begin, when you took
the overdose, your heart stopped.
And the infarct of a heart attack,
which caused a ventricular aneurysm.
In layman's terms,
you've damaged the mechanism...
that pumps blood into the heart, which
has caused irreversible damage to it.
Your heart attack produced a scar,
which in time became an aneurysm.
I'm afraid the aneurysm is so large,
it's... inoperable.
It will get bigger and bigger
every day, until it finally ruptures.
I'm afraid so.
Well, how long do I have?
A year... years?
Exact estimates are impossible.
Not years.
Okay. So, six months?
Five months, four months?
It could be any time, um...
It may only be
a matter of weeks... at most.
I have to wait that long?
Well...
If I succeeded,
why don't you just kill me now?
It might be
too much for you to take in.
Yes.
I think we've said
enough for now.
We think this is
the best place for you.
We'll be giving you
regular shots in your heart,
which may make you feel
that you're tired.
But we'll do everything we can
to make your last days here as...
pleasant as possible.
Do my parents know?
No. Not yet.
Will you tell 'em?
I think we said
enough for now.
Natasha, would you... please?
Yes, doctor.
Eight hundred sixty.
Eight hundred and sixty.
Eight hundred sixty-two.
Eight hundred sixty-three.
Eight hundred sixty-four.
Eight hundred sixty-five.
There you are!
Better?
I'm your new roommate, Claire.
This place isn't so bad, you know.
They have really good drugs.
I'm leaving any day now.
But not before I have more round
of my coma treatment.
You're really pretty.
I'm gonna tell you a trick
of this place.
It's a story.
Once, upon a time...
there was a powerful wizard
who wanted to destroy a whole kingdom.
And to do this...
he poured a magic potion into the well
from which all the citizens drank.
Everyone who tasted it
would go mad.
And the King... when he saw
his people so changed...
he was terrified.
He was preparing
to leave the city...
saying:
"Let us drink from the well,
we'll be the same as they are".
And so, they drank from
the communal well of madness...
and they were immediately
And so, the King was allowed
to continue ruling in peace...
the rest of his days.
So...
learn to think like those
around you think...
and you can pass
yourself of with anything.
You think outsiders
are any less crazy then we are?
I'm not crazy.
Who told you that?
Oh, you know,
you talk... talk... talk...
Blah... blah... talk... talk.
I don't wanna wait.
Do you know how
to get my hands on something?
Really?
Come have a smoke with me.
No thanks.
Oh, come on... get dressed. You don't
want them to think you're crazy.
Do you wanna go
outside with me, Ed?
Ask Mari, she'll tell you
how you can get pills.
She's been here longest
out of all the patients.
Her clique
has the best in here.
They don't take their medications,
unless they feel like it.
She was a lawyer on the outside,
and she was married to one too.
But when she lost her job, she had
a break-down and she ended up here.
Her marriage is over too.
And she's really close
to Dr. Blake.
You think she'll help me?
I don't know.
If she doesn't wanna talk to you,
she wont.
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