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,

he gonna have another one.

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!

The syringe is going in.

- 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?

Your parents approved it.

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.

So, I'm gonna die after all?

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...

but the Queen stopped him,

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

as insane as their subjects.

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.

Are you really gonna die?

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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