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I'll be with you.

I have to go. He's coming.

It's him again. He won't leave me alone.

You've got to slow down.

I can't help you if you don't stop
running.

Please.

I think I need help.

It's okay.

I'm here to help.

Where am I?

Where do you think you are, Beverly?

I don't know.

You're on that road again.

The one they found you on.

Oh, God.

My parents.

I need you to remember.

Can you tell me where you've been these
past three weeks?

Who is he, Beverly?

I need to go. He's coming.

Please, I need you to remember.

Who is he?

The Needleman.

I have to go.

Do you know where you are now, Beverly?

Where I go to feel safe.

It's always somewhere peaceful.

Serene.

I feel calm.

It's not always the same place, but it's
always outside.

Sometimes I'm by the water where my
parents used to take me as a kid, but it

changes when he's there.

Sometimes he just keeps his distance and
watches me.

Sometimes he flitters in and out like
he's playing hide -and -seek.

Other times he'll chase me.

In the dream, I never know what he
wants.

I just... I know he'll do something
awful to me when he catches me.

What exactly happens if he catches you?

Help.

Leave me alone.

Beverly, I'll be right there.

It's Julie.

Beverly? On the count of three.

One.

Two.

Three.

That's some gift.

But a cop?

Really?

What can I say? I go with the moment.

How do you feel?

Drained. Like I've lost time.

Again.

Question is, how do you feel?

Business as usual.

Thanks, but that's like eating candy at
this stage of the game.

Today was a particularly intense session
for you.

I want you to really think about it.

Who was that man?

Do you remember?

I wish I could forget.

What?

I haven't seen him in years.

Like, since the days right after.

The accident?

Tell me about him.

He's tall.

He walks without moving his feet.

And he's holding a hypodermic needle.

The needle man.

Filled with this black fluid.

Tries to inject me with it. And that's
when I wake up.

That's when I always wake up.

Tell me more about him.

The needle man.

He just... Things are always dying all
around him.

Everything he touches just... dies.

How do you feel when he arrives?

I can't breathe when I see him.

He's terrifying.

The reason I ask so much about this
today is... Well, I've never seen him

before.

In your dreams.

And I know it may not feel like that
right now, but that's progress.

Do I have time to freshen up?

Sure.

Beverly, wait.

Here.

Dr. Coxcroft, are you okay?

Creepin'. Creepin' while you're
sleepin'. Creepin'. Creepin' while

sleepin'. Still in this life, it's a
game I knew. Cause everybody got the

stone to do. You're still here?

Yep.

You're behind.

No, you're ahead. I'm trying to catch up
to you. Duh.

Okay. Fair enough.

Maybe if I book enough of these new
clients, you'll develop a work ethic.

Work ethic.

I'll show you a work ethic, Mom.

All filed today.

Of course you look at that as a
testament to both of our work ethics.

Or an indication that you need to move
it all to a database.

A database, huh?

That sounds too high -tech to me.

It's what normal business owners use.

Amy, go home, will ya?

If you say so, boss.

Thank you.

May I?

Um, yes, of course.

You don't remember me.

Of course.

I mean, I was at a bunch of your book
signings.

You're Dr. Fenton.

Yes, but please, call me Eric.

And you remember me?

Well, very much so.

You're Beverly.

We spoke at great length about your
mourning process.

Your parents.

Yeah, that's right.

I'm glad I've run into you then.

I've thought some about your case.

I find it very interesting, and I'd like
to help you.

I'm willing to offer you the opportunity
to attend my group sessions, free of

charge.

Really? Absolutely.

No strings attached.

That card has all the information you'll
need.

The meetings take place on Wednesdays
from 7 .30 until 9.

The next one is tomorrow night. I do
hope to see you there.

Dr. Fenton.

Eric.

I'd be honored.

You've been busy.

Didn't even have to wait in line this
time.

Hey, early lunch today?

Not a very healthy one.

I'm getting it out of the way so I can
get more work done.

Jamie, if you don't end up getting your
certificate in hypnotherapy, I think you

should consider a career in PR.

Couldn't I have it both ways?

Like I could hypnotize people and talk
them into buying stuff?

With ethics like those, I think I would
rather you go into PR.

Or maybe I could get boys to... Stop
right there.

I think I need to teach you the art of
self -hypnosis, and you can rein in the

hormones of yours.

Hormones? Gee, Mom, seriously, though.
Self -hypnosis?

Is that going to be on the quiz?

No, not the way I do it.

But it's a neat trick.

If you're good, maybe I'll show you
sometime.

If I'm good, thanks.

Anyways, don't you have better things to
be doing than sitting in your reception

area talking to me?

Like preparing to talk to your favorite
client?

Beverly Wentworth?

Yes, I suppose I do.

Beverly, what's wrong?

I can't do this anymore.

The hypnotherapy?

It's not easy, but we're making
progress, I promise.

I'm losing things. I'm forgetting
things. It's not like me.

He was in my dream last night again. The
needleman?

I was on a beach. He came up out of the
water. He grabbed me and he dragged me

away with him.

What did you experience when he took you
away? Do you remember where he brought

you? Just flashes, images, emotions.

Do you remember anything specific about
what you saw or felt?

Not really.

Mostly a blurb.

I remember the fear and the pain.

I know that he wants to hurt me. He
wants to take me somewhere. We'll work

through it. It's okay. Lie down.

All right, deep breath. You know the
drill.

Five, four, three, two, one.

What do you see, Beverly?

Beverly?

Beverly, do you need my help?

Dr.

Fenton?

Dr.

Fenton?

Yeah, Dr. Fenton.

I met him the other day, and I'm going
to his group session tomorrow.

I need to see him.

Beverly, wait. We need to talk about
this.

No, sorry, doctor. I need to go.

Beverly!

Am I allowed to even ask?

If you want to be a hypnotherapist one
day, you're going to have to deal with

cases like this.

Well, mostly I was just wondering, what
the hell just happened?

Well, speaking in hypotheticals here, of
course. Of course.

I have a client who just ran out on me.

Yes? And?

And... I have absolutely no idea what to
do about it.

You need a hug?

Or something else?

God, no!

What about Detective Moore?

I've seen the way he undresses you with
his eyes. I'm not in the mood, Jamie.

I need to sort this out with Beverly,
and you need to start behaving.

You're going to be late to your own
funeral.

Yeah, but you'll be there, won't you?

What can I do for you?

Nothing too odd, ordinary foxy.

Just another string of sexual assaults
in the area.

I wish you'd stop calling me that.

You're the most jaded man I know, you
know that?

Yeah.

Well, anyway, I thought I'd ask you if
you've seen or heard anything.

No. Haven't heard anything.

But if I do, you'll be the first to
know.

Practically have you on speed dial.

Yeah, well, you owe me one.

Hello? You get my present for you?

John?

I just wanted to call and check
personally.

To ensure you received everything
without issue.

Without issue? What are you talking
about?

It's just... sensitive material.

More so than usual.

I wasn't just hanging around with a good
company the other day.

John, I apologize, but you're acting a
little strange.

It's the best I can do for now.

Examine the files closely, and keep
close tabs on Beverly.

John?

Hello?

Jamie, can you come in here, please?

And what can I do you for, Doctor?

I need you to cancel all of my
appointments for this week.

Are you okay?

I just have a lot on my mind.

Do you need me here?

Yes. At least until you're caught up.

How the way things are going, you're
probably going to end up as my

Don't be weird.

Go make the phone call, Jamie.

Dr. Eric Fenton, Enterprises.

Yes, hello. My name is Alice.

Coffee. Alice, coffee. I'm calling to
find out information about Dr. Fenton's

group counseling sessions, the ones he
has on Wednesdays.

I'm sorry. Dr. Fenton has retired from
private consultations for the

future, and his group sessions are by
personal invitation only.

Can you tell me where these sessions are
held?

I'm sorry, that's not information we
give to the public. You can visit our

website for scheduled book signings and
other public appearances.

Okay, thank you.

No problem. Have a great day.

Excuse me.

May I help you?

Oh, um, no. Wrong door.

Excuse me.

Jennifer? Jennifer Foxcroft, is that
you?

Pete.

How have you been?

Fantastic.

You still practicing psychiatry?

Yeah. Fantastic.

Are you still in... Personal injury.

Yes, I am, in fact.

I've got a brand new commercial that's
just come out.

Say, uh, you know, someday maybe you and
I, we could get together over a drink.

Yeah.

Yeah.

That'd be great.

Great. Call me.

555.

Fight for you.

Hello? Now you owe me two.

John?

Wait!

Holly Gendron, Mary Jones, Eleanor
Minor, all found in a public park.

Incoherent, eyes dilated, drug tests
reveal high levels of lorazepam and an

unknown hypnotic.

No prior records of any of the women.

Beverly, hear me.

I need your help.

I saw him again last night.

I'm a bit busy right now. Dr. Foxcroft,
I'm really confused right now.

So am I, Beverly.

I have a dream.

I can only remember bits and pieces of
it.

I think I went back to the road where my
parents were killed, and I even think

that the needleman was there, but...
It's okay.

Okay, we'll work through it. Lie down.

I know the drill, but the cell phone's
off.

Five, four, three...

Beverly, what do you see this time?

Nothing.

Just the same road.

Do you feel anything?

Fear.

I feel fear.

I can't do this.

This is a bad... idea.

Beverly, I'm here.

I'm here if you need me.

No! I need to go before he finds me. Go?

Where? Where I can feel safe.

Beverly, may I ask you something?

Anything, Dr. Foxcroft.

It's about Dr. Fenton.

You mentioned him at our last session.

Dr. Fenton is helping me.

How is he helping you, Beverly?

He talks to us.

Guides us through our pain.

Us?

Who else is he helping, Beverly?

Others.

Like me.

Just like me.

Oh, God.

No.

Beverly, what is it?

Please, Dr.

Foxcroft. I need to stop.

I need to wake.

Beverly, on the count of three.

One. Two.

One.

Beverly, wait!

When did you get here?

In time to see another patient of yours
run for her life.

I do what I can, Jamie. I really do.

No one says you don't.

I know I shouldn't tell you this.

But that hypothetical client of mine has
been suffering from night terrors from

a past traumatic experience.

And as you can tell by the fact that she
just hypothetically ran out of my

office for the second time this week,
the night terrors are getting worse.

Hey, I want to tell a hypothetical soul.

Then cover your hypothetical ear.

Reach Detective John Moore.

I'm unable to answer my phone right now,
but leave me a message and I will get

back to you as soon as I can.

John, call me. I need your help.

Jamie, can you come here, please?

Yes, Dr.

Foxcroft. You can go home. Take the next
three days off and I'll call you when I

need you.

But I just got here.

Bye.

I doubt you'll recognize me now, Dr.
Fenton.

Time for a trip down the rabbit hole.

Um, Dr. Fenton?

Please,

please, I'm busy at present.

Here, let me help you.

Thank you.

Thank you. Now, if you'd be so kind.

I'm sorry to bother you, Doctor.

Dr. Fenton, it's just I've come such a
long way.

My husband passed away recently.

I'm sorry for your loss, Mrs.

That's me.

Coffee. But you may call me Alice.

Alice.

I'm sorry about your loss.

It's been hard.

My husband was an American.

He was in Afghanistan.

Yes,

the mourning process of a military wife
is a complex one.

It's a dual process of mourning.

You have the initial removal of living
apart from the loved one, followed by

shock of their death. The permanent
removal.

God, that's exactly what I've been going
through.

This shock of the final loss, the
literal death, is often delayed for

even months.

Yes, Jeremy died almost three months
ago.

I'm just now starting to cry.

Precisely.

You're an interesting case, Howard.

I believe I can help you.

I am busy today, but I'd like to be free
tomorrow evening, around 8 o 'clock.

I'd be available then to give you my
advice.

Really?

Yeah. A free meal and free professional
consultation.

Wow.

Do you know where the Limelight Bistro
is?

Thirty -third and beacon, right?

Nearly there.

Really?

At eight?

Dr. Fenton, your generosity is above and
beyond.

There you are.

No need to even wait in line.

Oh,

Alice.

What part of England are you from?

Oh, um, I'm from London.

Via King of Prussia, Pennsylvania.

That's where my husband is.

What?

Ah.

John, yes, I need to see you.

Are you at the office?

I'm just around the corner.

Please drop by.

Please drop by.

I mean, yeah, I'll buzz you up.

Here's the myth and piece to our puzzle.

The victim's psychiatric records?

I'll wager you a million dollars. I know
exactly who all of these point to.

I wouldn't bet against you.

One, Dr. Eric Fenton.

A hunch or a premonition?

So can you nail him?

We're not nailing anybody, Jennifer.

We need more to build a case on.

We need... And what exactly?

Do you need me to do, John?

I need you to keep doing exactly what
you're doing.

I mean, I'm just assuming that you just
didn't happen to be going to a Dr.

Fedden -themed fetish ball this evening?

No.

That's tomorrow night.

I have a date.

Well, not really a date.

It's a professional consultation.

And let me guess, you're going to be
having dessert on his leather couch.

Listen, I can't help you from a legal
standpoint.

I can watch your back for you.

These coasters turn blue when they come
into contact with Roy Hypnol or Bob

Itchewitz.

Work on feeling him out.

And don't leave him alone with your
drink until the end of the date.

If he tries to pull anything, get out of
there as soon as you can.

Okay, John.

I think I might be over my head. I don't
know.

Undercover stuff.

What's the problem, Foxy?

You've been properly trained.

You have your license and PI work.

You've earned this.

I wish you'd stop calling me that.

I'm just not sure.

What's so funny?

You're like a broken record, you know
that?

You said the same exact thing before you
helped us nab the subway killer.

And then it was the candy striper race.
Alright.

I get it already.

When are you gonna start believing in
yourself?

In your own dreams?

I just don't know about this one.

I mean, what makes you think I can catch
this guy?

Because... You're special.

Besides, you have the inside track of
the psyche of one of the key victims.

Heavenly?

Fenton is a wealthy and influential man.

Practically untouchable.

I'm operating on a hunch.

A premonition.

That's your department.

with you, John.

I'll do this my way.

Beverly, I'd like you to attend a
private session with me Monday around

Would you be available?

I can be, of course.

All right, calm down.

You'll figure this out.

Five, four, three, two.

What are you doing here?

She didn't ask for your help.

She doesn't need your help.

Not anymore.

What? Leave her alone.

No.

Right this way.

Thank you.

Good evening, ma 'am.

Welcome to the Limelight.

Can I interest you in a beverage?

Uh, yes.

Um, can I have a club soda, please, with
lemon?

You got it.

You're welcome.

Club soda with lemon. Thank you. You're
welcome.

Ah.

You started without me.

Jonathan.

Yes, Dr. Fenton?

Can we put the young lady's drink on my
tab?

Not a problem, sir. And bring me my
usual.

The Fenton cocktail, right? On the
rocks. Certainly.

Fenton cocktail?

My own special concoction.

You okay?

Oh, yes.

Fine.

Well, Alice, let's forego any small talk
and begin our session, shall we?

By all means.

That's why we're here, isn't it?

Firstly, how long ago was your husband
initially deployed?

About three years ago.

And thinking back to when he left...

Tell me how you felt during that time in
your life.

Some emotional explicators.

I'm sorry? Some what?

Words that describe feelings, such as
sad, lonely, afraid.

Well, I'm not one to frighten easily,
Dr. Fenton.

Um, can I just say numb?

And how did you feel when you found that
your husband had passed?

Numb? Again.

And like I said, I didn't even cry about
it.

About him.

Until earlier this year.

And how did that make you feel?

When you realized the gravity of your
situation?

I don't know.

Have you ever been home alone for days
at a time?

No. No.

But I think I understand what you're
getting at.

It's like being let out of a prison
after years.

With a prison you've become so used to
that you miss it as soon as you're let

out.

The service here is terrible.

Would you like another drink?

No, thank you.

I'm going to, as you Americans say,
powder my nose.

to answer my phone right now. Where are
you going?

Oh, my God.

He's not going to get you, Jennifer.

He's not onto you.

You can do this.

You can do this, Jennifer.

You can do this, Alice.

They're never around when you need them.
I know what you mean.

Ah, you're Pennsylvania showing through.

Yeah.

Alice, have you any history of mental
illness?

Excuse me?

Before your husband passed, did you
suffer from depression, anxiety,

schizophrenia? No.

Okay. I always ask that.

Of course, if this had been a real
session, I'd have access to your full

psychiatric history.

This is more informal.

More of a getting -to -know -you
session.

Is this how you caught all of your
patients, Dr. Fenton?

Um, Eric?

Not all of them, no.

Not by a long shot.

You're a rather unconventional
psychiatrist.

I'm a rather unconventional man, Alice.

That's how I got to where I am today.

A PhD only gets one so far.

And it certainly doesn't get one where
he needs to be in that market.

Alice, tell me more about your
background.

Where did you go to school?

Um, I... I didn't actually.

I'm a career housewife.

I met Jeremy while I was on vacation.

Don't you Brits call it a holiday?

Yes, I'm such a Yankee now.

My parents would laugh if they saw me.

Your parents?

What do they do?

My parents passed away years ago.

When I was 22.

Car accident.

I was the only survivor.

You're not fair.

After I lost my mum and dad, I was
having a hard time.

I began to develop a drug problem.

So I took my holiday to the States.

I was lucky to find Jeremy when I did.

A drug problem?

Tell me more about that.

Just prescription stuff.

Valium for my anxiety problems,
oxycodone for the pain.

But it was Jeremy who saved me from my
addiction and the grief of losing my mom

and dad.

So when he slipped out, I just felt
alone.

Like I was the only person on earth who
felt the way I did.

I can assure you, Alice, you're not
alone.

I deal with an entire group of women
who...

That story is very similar to your own.

Really?

Really.

Loneliness and substance abuse easily go
hand in hand.

It's practically an epidemic these days.

Like trying to find a waiter to get you
a drink.

May I get you another drink, Miss
Coffee?

Sure. Why not?

And what is it you're drinking? Oh, let
me guess.

Vodka tonic.

No. Club soda, actually.

But... I like your suggestion better.

With cold river, please.

Well, then. One cold river and tonic are
coming up. With a twist of lemon?

I'm beginning to think you're psychic,
Dr. Fenton.

I'll be back before you can say, King of
Prussia, PA.

They obviously forgot who I am.

So, Eric, tell me about your group
counseling session.

Yes, for grieving women.

It's by invitation only.

I didn't let you in, but... But you'd
have to kill me.

No.

But I do have a secret about these
sessions.

My motives are left impure.

Sorry?

What do you mean your motives are less
than pure?

I'm researching my new book.

Oh. You see, 80 % of my clients are
women, and nearly 90 % of my book sales

from women aged 25 to 70.

So I thought I'd go straight for the
jugular and write my next book directly

my biggest client.

Actually, it may be serendipity that you
mention your past drug problem, as I am

addressing the use and abuse of
marijuana and opiate narcotics in a

Is this your way of inviting me to your
group sessions, Eric?

I'm a showman as much as a doctor,
Alice. That's how I got such success in

industry.

The sessions take place on Wednesday
from 7 .30 till 9.

I'd be honored to attend.

You need not attend every session. It's
strictly voluntary.

However, I did mention that you feel
alone, and going to session will show

that you're not.

Too safe.

You may even find a patient who you can
relate to rather closely.

Alan, may I get your phone number,
please?

In case my secretary needs to contact
you, of course.

Are

you

okay? Uh,

quite. I must have drank too fast.

Oh, um...

Sorry, let me give you my cell if you
just reach me.

Thank you,

Alice.

And we'll only call if there's a
calculation, of course.

Hello? Foxy?

Save it, John.

I needed your help. Where were you?

Problems on your date?

Um, consultation.

So you're in one piece.

That means he obviously didn't try
anything funny.

No.

So we're back to square one.

Sort of. I still don't trust him, John.

I need to figure out what's happening.

There was just something about the way
he talked to me.

Weird. Right.

But you're home, safe and sound.

And Dr. Fedden isn't lurking on your
fire escape or anything?

No.

Or under your bed?

John, you're an asshole.

You weren't even there when I needed
you.

Sorry. I got your message and you
sounded okay.

I even snuck by the limelight to peep in
on you.

You looked like you were hitting it off
with the guy.

Listen, all I care about for now is that
you're home and that you weren't

attacked.

Can we just meet in the morning and talk
about details?

Fine.

Just make it early.

Another date? Oh, consultation.

8 .30, my office.

Or evil psychiatrist.

Bye.

Have a seat.

I'd offer you a drink, but I haven't had
a chance to get all my usual supplies.

Listen, Foxy.

I owe you an apology.

Save it, John. You're smart -mouthed.

Hard -boiled.

Son of a bitch. I get it.

It's not that.

It's more that I didn't think you were
going to get so emotionally involved in

this case.

What do you mean?

I think I made it look to you like
Fenton was a major suspect in this

rape business.

He's barely even a POI.

A POI?

Sorry. Person of interest.

I know that, John. But what do you mean?
Alright.

Just tell me what you got out of him
last night.

Alright, I made up this elaborate story
about how I was a widow from London, how

I moved here from England to
Pennsylvania, how my husband was killed

Afghanistan, and... Anne.

Bottom line, he went on and on about how
drug abuse and grief go hand in hand.

Oh, well, I'm filling out the warrant
application right now.

It's not funny, John.

Sorry.

Did the coasters even change color?

No. I don't know.

He was just so forward.

It was almost like he was mentally
undressing me the whole time.

Really?

How far did he get?

Do you ever stop?

Look, he was acting like a man on a
date.

Congratulations. You have gone on a date
with the great Dr.

Fenton. No more, no less.

No.

There was more to it than that.

It was like he was trying to earn my
trust.

Setting me up for something.

Then I hope you got his phone number.

No.

You got mine?

Damn, he's good.

He was hitting on you, like men do with
women they go on dates with.

How can that be such a foreign concept
to a grown woman?

He invited me to his group counseling
sessions.

You know, the ones that I told you about
where all the girls look the same?

Right.

Well, unfortunately, it's not illegal to
combine one's work with one's

proclivity for blonde chicks.

This whole thing was an extremely...

Stupid experiment on my part.

I'm sorry I involved you.

Forget about the whole thing.

Take a day or two off from work while
you're at it.

You need it.

No.

I'm not.

I'm... I'm gonna see him again.

I need to find out what's happening.

Suit yourself.

I know who that is.

Hello?

Hello, Eric.

Yes, I'm free tonight.

Hello Alice welcome I have a special
place for

us

Imported

from London Regarding my

impromptu invitation I'm most intrigued
by your case.

I found myself thinking about it

Very much. After we parted company.

Oh?

Yes. What's particularly about your
psychiatric history?

Well, I've told you most of it already.

Psychiatrists and psychologists mostly.

Mostly people who let me talk at them
and then just tell me what they thought

wanted to hear.

Which was?

That I was normal.

That all I had to do was...

Walk through the pain.

Reclaim my daily routine.

Just so drawn.

Have you ever tried any alternative
approaches?

Such as meditation or hypnotherapy?

Yes. You seem like the type of patient
who would respond well to hypnotherapy.

Well... I've heard interesting things
about it, but I've never tried it.

What makes you think I'd be a good
candidate?

There's something about the way women
your age cope with trauma and grief that

lends itself well to the treatment.

So we're more susceptible to out of
suggestion?

Yes and no. In some ways, you're less
susceptible.

A good subject of hypnotherapy is as
much strong -willed.

as they are open to suggestion.

I've experimented much on my group
subjects in this matter.

Obviously, I can't name names.

But I have a girl who lost her parents
simultaneously when she was just out of

college.

She was suffering from night terrors, so
I taught her to lucid dream.

What do you mean by lucid dream?

I taught her to control what happens in
her dreams. To protect herself from her

own unconscious mind.

I created an avatar.

To keep her safe from her most painful
memories.

An avatar?

Interesting.

It worked remarkably well for her.

Until I found out she had gotten into
opioid narcotics.

She had a meltdown and disappeared.

Did they ever find her?

They did.

Have you seen her since?

Let's not talk about the past, shall we?

Better time.

I have a question for you, Alice.

What's your natural hair color?

Sorry.

Hello?

I'm sorry, I've got to take this.

Yes, Grace.

It's nice to hear you're in the office
at this late hour.

As always, I admire your dedication.

Grace, I'd like you to run a background
check on one Miss Alice Coffey.

Yes, that's right.

When you likely find that there is no
Alice Coffey, check Beverly Wentworth's

records.

See if she's any next of kin.

Particularly... A female.

Aged 29 to 35.

Yes.

She's got someone on her trail.

Yeah.

There are a lot of wackos out there.

One... Two... Three.

You bastard!

Not bad for a scumbag, repus murderer.

You can't hurt me here.

I told you to leave her alone.

I'm not a murderer.

I like them warm and willing.

Not cold and catatonic.

Besides, I don't fit the murderer's
profile.

But he does.

Joe!

Beverly. Sit down.

Hi, Dr. Fenton.

Here, please.

Oh.

You're nervous.

Don't be.

Let me take your jacket.

Can I get you anything?

No, thanks.

Fine, then.

Let's begin.

We have just under an hour.

Just make yourself comfortable.

You don't need to lie down.

Just relax.

This isn't your typical psychotherapy
session, Beverly.

Speaking of which, how many years have
you been in therapy?

I've never actually been to a
psychiatrist.

Well... That's probably good, then.

You haven't any preconceived notions as
to how a therapy session should work.

I've been seeing a hypnotherapist for a
while, though.

Yes, I... I borrowed some elements from
hypnotherapy.

Symbols of Grief is all about the
unconscious mind and how it deals with

and loss.

Close your eyes.

This should all be familiar territory to
you.

I'm going to count backwards from five.

By the time I get to one, you'll be open
to my suggestion.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

Here goes.

Hey, asshole!

Needleman!

I'm in your territory!

With your parents?

Near the accident?

The accident?

The train tracks?

Beverly! Dr. Foxcroft?

Dr. Foxcroft?

Who's in there with you, Beverly?

Dr. Foxcroft, my hypnotherapist.

Beverly, are you okay?

What's wrong?

Is he here?

Beverly? Yes, Dr. Patton?

What's your angle, Dr.

Foxcroft?

I don't understand.

Has she mentioned me before, during your
sessions?

No.

I think you'd better wake up now.

I'll count backwards from five. You'll
remember none of this.

Five, four, three, two, one.

How'd it go, Doctor?

Did you learn anything new?

We touched on some interesting subjects,
Beverly.

You may not remember all of it, but I
assure you, we made progress.

Thank you, Dr. Fenton.

Oh, Beverly.

I strongly suggest you continue to see
Dr. Foxcroft, in addition to receiving

own services.

In fact, I think you should call her
before you leave.

May I borrow your phone?

Of course.

Dr. Jennifer Foxcroft?

I'm at Dr. Fenton's office.

I'm heading home from a private session
with him. And?

I'm not sure.

It seemed... productive.

Beverly, I need to talk to you.

I need another session with you as soon
as possible.

Before you go to Dr. Fenton's group
therapy again. Of course.

Dr. Fenton strongly suggested I continue
to use your services.

In addition to his.

He did?

Yeah. That's why I called.

Are you busy later this afternoon?

Could I come in then? Sure. Um, 5 .30?

Mm -hmm.

See you then, Dr. Foxcross. Oh, have you
seen my cell phone? I think I left it

there last time.

Um, yes, I do have it.

Great. See you at 5 .30.

Okay.

What's your game, Fenton?

Hi, Beverly.

Thank you, Dr. Foxcroft.

I'm still so confused.

So am I.

During my hypnotherapy session with Dr.
Fenton, I think I had the same dream as

always. I think I went back to the road
where my parents were killed, and I even

think the Needleman was there, but I...
It was around noontime, right?

Yeah. How did you know?

I hypnotized myself.

I was in your dream.

You were there?

When we have our sessions, you see me as
a policewoman, right?

Yeah.

Well, I hypnotized myself, and I was in
that scene of your parents' accident. I

was a cop, and Dr. Fenton was there.

So I had a hunch, and I hypnotized
myself again.

And it was the same scene.

The accident.

And then you appeared.

Dr. Fenton was talking to me at that
time.

Beverly, today we're going to find out
once and for all exactly what you've

hiding from yourself all of these years.

Five,

four, three, two, one.

Beverly, are you there?

Yes.

Me in the car.

The same scene.

How do you feel?

The bruises are all over me again.

I'm sore and my head feels all fuzzy.

Do you see him?

The needle man?

No.

But I can feel his anger.

Call to him.

No.

Beverly, you can do this.

Call to him and ask him what he wants.

Ask him who he is.

I'll be with you.

Needleman?

Where are you?

I see him.

Call him over.

I'm scared.

I'm here for you.

Call him over.

Summon all of your will and talk to him.

Ask him who he is.

Needleman!

Come here!

This is your dream.

He can't hurt you.

No!

Who are you?

What?

An avatar.

Do you recognize that house, Beverly?

It's my parents' house.

I was living there at the time of their
accident.

Look around.

I'm here for you, but this is your
memory.

I need to know, what do you see?

This is Dr. Fenton's office.

Oh, God.

I didn't meet Dr. Fenton for the first
time the other day.

It all makes sense now.

He was my mother's psychiatrist.

And then he was mine, too.

After the accident?

No.

Since she was 14.

She was my favorite patient.

I had her convinced she was a depressive
narcissist.

But then again, what teenage girl isn't?

We had a lot of fun together.

You bastard!

Since our mirror -based friend is
broken, I'll take care of this painful

most personally.

I told you I was a showman, Doctor.

I'm even a showman in other people's
dreams.

Watch now.

Spectacular Eric Fenton.

Injected beautiful assistance with his
signature elixir.

Don't try to get physical once before,
Doctor.

Remember how that turned out for you?

I do.

And it was such a neat trick.

But that's not how it's happening today.

You're getting stronger. Shut up!

Drop the needle now!

Get out of Beverly's dream.

Okay. I'm tired of her anyway.

It's time for you to fix it.

Beverly, I'm going to count to five, and
you're going to wake up.

One, two, three, four, five.

Dr. Foxcroft, he's gone.

Beverly, I'm so proud of you. I always
knew you could do it.

It was too easy.

He has a new fix. His office.

Beverly, stay here.

Dr. Foxcroft. You figured it out.

You're smarter than I gave you credit
for.

You know, it's not nice to leave a man
hanging. Which is exactly what I hope

they do to you. You bastard.

Why are you even here?

What do you want?

I want a full confession from you.

Oh, really?

It would take that, you know. Because
all you have is the dream journal of a

known drug addict and the word of a
quack doctor who likes to put on wigs

pretend she's an English woman from King
of Prussia, PA.

You're going to confess.

Everything you've done.

Oh.

Oh, and how do you propose I do that?

Perhaps a phone call. Or maybe email.

A text message?

Stop! I'm calling the police right now.

They're going to come in here and catch
you assaulting this girl red -handed.

And then you're going to confess
everything.

And every time you hear the name Criss
Angel, you're going to squawk like a

chicken. I could just shoot you right
now.

You're not going to shoot me.

Oh, riff the shore, Doctor.

One way or another.

I'm actually going to give you a choice.

I'd rather not begin a career with
the... What did you call me?

Scumbag rapist murderer?

No. Besides, that sounds too messy.

I could just shoot you up with a thin
cocktail here and forget all

this unpleasantness ever happened.

I almost reformed myself for someone
like you.

We're both gifted artists, and the art
of persuasion.

Except I use my gift to help my clients
address their fears. And you use yours

to undress them.

No, no, Doctor.

I'm trying to play fair.

I'm giving you a choice.

You can have what's behind door number
one and find yourself in a permanent

dreamland. Or you can have what's behind
door number two and find yourself...

And I'll find myself at the end of an
oxybender.

What's it going to be?

I'll take the Fenton cocktail.

Yes, yes. That way, no one will ever
need to know one

Fenton cocktail.

The doctor who has to hypnotize women to
have sex with them.

Let's see how you like it, doctor.

Hi, my name is Jennifer.

What's yours?

Nicole.

Nicole, the police are going to be here
soon, and I need you to tell them

everything Dr. Fenton did and said to
you.

I'm going to count to three, and you're
going to wake up.

One, two...

It's okay.

You show

you

up for this?

Of course.

Just checking.

Wasn't too sure if it was all too soon
after the Fenton thing.

What?

It's just I'm having trouble getting
over the about face you took.

Jennifer, I spent the last two weeks
apologizing.

No, it's okay.

I can do whatever you need me to.

I'm undercover now.

Good.

Because I have one Louis Decker who's
just dying to meet you.

Serial rapist.

Cops tampered with the DNA evidence.

So you need me to be Super Wonder Girl
for you?

The guy's a repeat offender.

We can't get anything to fix him up.

Just get him off the streets.

I don't really care how.

You don't care how.

That was my niece

It'll

be our dirty little secret

Are you Lewis?

Must be Ella.

If you don't mind, I'm going to go
powder my nose.

And when I get back, we can get down to
business.

I guess.

John Moore, I'm unable to answer my
phone right now, but leave me a message

I will get back to you as soon as I can.

John, it's Jennifer.

Game on.

Mr. Decker, quick comment.

Mr. Decker, quick comment. Are you the
serial rapist?

Are you the serial rapist? Yes or no?
Just a quick comment. Yes or no?

You don't want it, no, you don't need
it.