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(meowing)

WOMAN:
I don't understand it.

Summer used
to love that cat.

Now she never even
plays with him.

She never plays
with anything.

I'm afraid that your daughter's
increasing lack of affect

is all part of her ongoing
withdrawal from the world.

I don't know
what that means--

"withdrawal from the world."

Is she going through
some kind of depression?

Can a 12-year-old
even be depressed?

Doctor, I need someone
to tell me what's going
on with my daughter.

Your daughter's
having delusions,
hallucinations.

She's displaying something

that we call
"disorganized speech."

And while I'm not
about to diagnosis her

from across the room,

I will tell you that these
are all classic symptoms

of early onset
paranoid schizophrenia.

(gasps)

Schizophrenia?

It's clear to me
that she's very, very sick.

I'm sorry,
you're just wrong.

She's not sick.

She's just going
through something.

(cat yowling)

Oh, God.

Summer, what have you done?!

He wouldn't stop
talking to me.

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(humming tune)

There are so many things wrong
with that picture

that I don't even think
I'm offended.

Yeah, what's
wrong with it?

I think it's
pretty good.

Well, first of all,
I'm not a cheerleader.

And second of all,
I don't have buckteeth.

And third of all, I don't
walk around saying,

"I'm Ariel, I'm Ariel!"

But other than that, I think
you, uh, you nailed it.

It's a caricature.

It's not supposed to look
exactly like you.

It's supposed to tell the truth
about what you're like inside.

And you're right,
I think I nailed it.

Good morning, all.

Wow, Bridge, you
did all those?

Looks like you've
been really busy.

Yep.

Why the sudden
interest in art?

Please, Bridgette's
not interested in art.

Bridgette is interested in Finn
who is interested in art.

Hey!

Oh, yeah? Who's this Finn?

Bridgette's boyfriend.

He is not. He's not.

He's just a friend
that happens to be a boy.

And, uh, it's not
the same thing.

JOE:
Okay.

All right,
if you say so.

Does Mom know about this?

Well, I was going to mention
it to her this morning,

but she got up
and went to work

before I got up,

so I didn't get to.

Thank you.

Well, I'm here,
and I'm all ears.

So tell me a little bit more
about this friend

who happens to be a boy.

He's really nice.

And he sits in front of me
in math class.

He's into a lot of the same
really cool stuff that I am.

He's really nice
to me, too.

He plays with me and Bridgette
on the playground.

Hmm, okay, I got it.

Finn is cool.
Finn is nice.

Come on, dishes into the sink.

We're leaving
in five minutes.

See you later.

Okay, see you later.

Later, Pop.

Later.

MAN:
Morning, Keelin.
Morning, Keelin.

Did you sleep well?
Did you sleep well?

Do you think maybe this morning
Do you think maybe this morning

you could try to answer
you could try to answer

my questions
my questions

instead of repeating them?
instead of repeating them?

SCANLON:
Any idea how this girl was able
to break out of this facility?

I mean, I know the name is
Mariposa Psychiatric Hospital,

but it is part
of the prison system.

Based on that tape,

that girls doesn't
seem terribly aggressive.

To be honest, I'm
a little flummoxed.

I think we both are.

Well, obviously, we have
a security presence

here at Mariposa Psych,

but in the wing where
Keelin resides

it's fairly benign.

Those patients are all
approaching the age of majority.

They're within a year
of being released.

So as part
of their treatment,

they're afforded
much more freedom

than the other wings enjoy.

And the vast majority
of our patients are minors,

so we see
very few attempted escapes.

I know that's not much help.

So, uh, who are
we looking for?

What can you tell
us about her,

other than the fact that
she repeats whatever
anybody tells her?

Well, her full name
is Keelin McKinney.

And three years ago,
right before her 15th birthday,

she had an affair with
her history teacher.

And about five months
into it,

the history teacher
broke it off.

A week later,
she follows him home,

ties him up in his bed

and shoots him 12 times
with her father's pistol.

The police arrive.

She's just sitting there,
unresponsive,

and she slipped
into a catatonic state.

And, finally, two months ago,
she came out of it.

So that parroting that you saw

on the video-- that's
called echolalia.

We almost always encounter it

when catatonic patients awaken.

But having said that,
I've never seen the phenomena

present itself in quite the way
it has with Keelin.

The depth of her recall
is extraordinary.

Sometimes she spends
whole therapy sessions

parroting the previous session.

Or... she did.

ALLISON:
I don't understand.

All she could do was repeat back
what people said to her,

and yet she's within a year
of her release?

She was sentenced as a minor.

She's about to turn 18.

And strange as it seems,
the echolalia-- that's progress.

After three years
of total silence,

it's Keelin's way
of coming back into the world.

And you have no idea how
she was able to get out?

Maybe she snuck in the back
of a delivery truck.

Hitched a ride out.

Maybe someone left
a wrong door open.

None of the orderlies
or the guards

are willing to admit

they know anything
about what happened.

I think they're
afraid for their jobs.

But I'm hoping they'll
be more cooperative

when policemen are
asking the questions.

I'd be happy
to talk to them

and take
a look around.

Dr. Woodel, this girl Keelin,
what's your feeling?

Do you think she's dangerous?

I'd like to say no.

That I'm confident
that my work with her

has cured her
of those impulses,

but I obviously
misjudged Keelin.

We all did.

So I can't answer
that for sure.

So where do
we start?

I thought maybe you could
check out the girl's room

while I walk the grounds.

It's right upstairs,
room 306.

Maybe something
will come to
you, you know?

* *

He wouldn't stop
talking to me.

(girl clearing throat)

You here about Keelin?

I can make myself scarce,
if you need some time
to look around.

No, no, no, I was just leaving.

I'm Allison;
I'm Allison Dubois.

I'm with
the District Attorney's Office.

Hi. Summer Lowry.

You folks making
any progress?

Have any idea
where she is?

No, no, not yet.

Poor Keelin-- she
must be terrified.

Why do you say that?

I mean, she did run away.

And the police seem to think
she might be dangerous.

Dangerous?

Keelin?

They haven't met her.

I know what she did and all,

but that was
a long time ago.

Keelin was the sweetest
person in here.

She was my friend.

Crazy, right?

How can you be
friends with someone

who hardly ever talks?

Well, the thought
did cross my mind.

We actually talked
all the time.

At least, I talked to her.

And she liked it,
I could tell.

Believe it or not,

I think it was helping
her get better.

And she helped me, too.

Don't tell Dr. Woodel,
but, you know,

sometimes I liked talking
to Keelin more than I
like talking to him.

Yeah?

Summer, it's
time for group.

Well, I have to go.

But look at
whatever you'd like.

It was nice meeting you.

Yeah. Nice to meet
you, Summer.

Well, I don't know
what kind of work

you're doing around here,

but it certainly seems
to be working for her.

Yeah, Summer's definitely
come a long way.

Her parents must be
so relieved.

Oh, you don't know?

Summer's parents are
the reason that she's here.

When she was 13,
right about the time

they began to suspect
that she was ill,

Summer snuck into their room
while they were sleeping

and she stabbed them to death.

MAN:
Bridgette Dubois!

Bridgette Dubois, do you
have an answer for me?

Bridgette?

I'm waiting.

Okay...

Okay, what?

I see you furiously scribbling
in your notebook.

I can only assume
you figured out what X is.

Um, let me see.

Any time now, Bridgette.

(clearing throat)

Three?

Very good, Bridgette.

I'm glad to see you were
paying attention.

(mouthing):
Thank you.

Thanks. I owe you one.

Yeah, it's okay.

I just hope you
were spaced out

'cause you were working
on another cartoon.

Mr. Marcotullio this time.

I think I nailed him.

Aren't you going
to let me see it?

Nope.

Not good enough.
It's not ready.

It's okay.

Show it to me
when you're ready.

If I survive gym class,

I'll see you and Marie
at lunch, okay?

Yeah, sure.

See you then.

WOODEL:
Okay.
Okay.

BOTH:
Keelin, I'd like
to change the subject.

Let's talk about your parents.

Do you ever think about
your childhood?

WOODEL:
Your relationship with
your mom and dad?

Your relationship with
your mom and dad?

This is that girl--
Keelin McKinney--

the one who went missing
from Mariposa Psych last night.

Yeah, I have to say
I'm impressed.

If that girl recovered
enough to run away from
a psychiatric hospital,

her doctor's
a miracle worker.

You know, I met another
one of his patients today.

A girl named Summer.

She murdered her parents
six years ago.

You wouldn't believe
how far she's come.

I mean, she seems like
she could have been

one of Ariel's friends.

But here's the thing
that I don't get:

She killed her parents.

She slaughtered them
in their beds.

The memory of that's got to be
in there somewhere, doesn't it?

How can she live with that?

How could she function?

Don't look at me,
I have no idea.

I can barely function myself,

and I haven't
slaughtered anybody.

Not lately.

(gasps)

Sweetie, what are
you doing here?

(screaming)

WOMAN:
911. What's the nature
of your emergency?

I need the police right away
and an ambulance!

I think they're dead!

Oh, my God, I think
she killed them!

Sir, please calm down.

We'll get a car
right out to you.

Who is dead?

My-my parents.

She killed them.
She finally snapped.

My sister went crazy
and killed my parents!

Oh, that's pretty.

I love impatiens.

Thanks.

They've been letting me take
care of the garden

for a few years now.

You're here with
Keelin news, right?

Good news, right?

No news, I'm sorry to say.

Actually, I was wanting to talk
to you about something else.

I know why you're here.

I know what happened.

I'm curious.

How much do you actually
remember from that night?

I remember everything.

And I wish I didn't.

Honestly, I don't really
like to think about it

that much, Mrs. Dubois.

I was a very different
person back then.

I was very confused.

I had convinced myself that
my parents were imposters.

That evil people
had replaced them

and were trying to do bad things
to me and my brother.

Actually, I wanted to talk
to you about your brother.

What about him?

Well, it's like
you said--

you were a very
different person then.

You were confused.

I'm just wondering if
you could think back,

think back.

Do you remember actually seeing
your brother that night?

Where are you going with this?

Do you know how long
I've been here?

Do you know
how hard I've worked

to get to the place where I am?

I mean, how crazy
do you think I am?

The night you're
talking about,

has been cauterized
in my memory.

And you're implying
that the only living relative

that I have left may have
been a part of it?

And that maybe I don't remember?

Mrs. Dubois, on
your way out today

you might seriously consider
trading in your visitor's badge

for a room assignment.

(school class bell ringing)

(pop music playing on radio)

Did you see Marie?

She's out there somewhere.

She'll be along
in a minute.

Hey, can I ask
you a question?

You just did.

Never mind.

Okay, I'm sorry.

What?

When you like a guy,
how do you know it?

(turns off music)

Wait-- who likes a boy?

I'm thinking maybe I do.

You know, it's
sixth grade.

Boys just can't be friends
with girls anymore,

and girls just can't
be friends with boys.

And everyone's starting
to like someone, like--

"like," like.

It's weird.

I didn't think I was into
any of this stuff, but then...

I drew this.

Wow.

I, um... I guess you might
really like this guy.

Really?

'Cause I don't feel
any different.

And the weirdest thing is,

I don't even remember
writing it down.

I mean, I just looked down
and there it was.

Yeah, liking guys can make us
do some really strange stuff.

So how do I make it stop?

You like this guy.

And you can't turn that off.

So maybe you should try
hanging out with him.

See if maybe he feels
the same way.

Well, what do you mean?

I'm already hanging out
with him.

I know, but now that you like
him, it's gonna be different.

Different how?

I can't explain.

But it's um, it's gonna
be different.

So I have to keep doing
what I'm already doing,

except now it's different

in some way that
you can't explain to me?

Yeah.

I'm never going to get rid
of this, am I?

Of course I remember
Summer Lowry.

I handled the plea bargain
that led to her committal.

And I was present
when she confessed

to the killing of her parents.

Look...

you and I have far too
much history together

for me to just dismiss
out of hand

something you've dreamt,
but there is precious little

to suggest that anybody
got anything wrong

in this particular case.

At the time of her committal,

Summer Lowry was a deeply
disturbed young woman.

And she had a very well
documented history

of violent behavior.

And she confessed
to the crime.

Her brother Chad,
on the other hand,

was an honor student,
he was grief stricken,

and no one who knew him,
even for just a minute,

entertained the idea

that he might have
been involved.

Well, I know it sounds like
it's from left field,

but there was nothing
vague about what I saw.

It was completely
unambiguous.

He committed the killings,
and she was nowhere in sight.

Be that as it may,

unless you have some evidence
that you haven't shown me yet--

something to prove that
what you've seen is true--

there's nothing
I can do, Allison.

(phone ringing)

Hello.

SCANLON:
You want some
good news or bad news?

Lee...

Good or bad,
you gotta call it.

All right, good,
give me the good.

And you better not
disappoint.

You know that girl who escaped
from Mariposa Psych,

Keelin McKinney?

I'm hot on her trail.

Turns out she paid a visit
to her shrink last night.

You're right, that is
excellent news.

But what's the bad?

Dr. Woodel left the windows
in his house unlocked.

We think that's how
she got in.

The housekeeper
found him around noon.

He was lying in bed, his wrists
tied to the headboard

stabbed to death
with a knife from
his own kitchen.

The whole scene was littered

with Keelin's hair
and fingerprints.

I just don't understand.

Why would she kill
her therapist?

Well, we're talking about
an escaped mental patient.

This girl was committed
because she got obsessed

with her teacher,
before she killed him.

Maybe she got obsessed
with this guy, too.

Anyway, we know who did it.

Now we just have to find her.

Girls, come on, what are
you doing back there?

Dinner's ready.

Wow!

Wow, look at you.

You look
so pretty.

What is this
all about?

We're giving my
face a test run.

I'm going over
to Finn's house

on Saturday,
to watch a movie.

Well, I think the test
is going quite well.

Thanks.

How about some dinner?

Makeup?

Bridgette is
wearing makeup?

Our Bridgette?

Help me out here.

Wasn't she just born?

Didn't we just bring her
home from the hospital?

I'm sorry, Daddy.

Your little girl
likes a little boy.

I know she can't spend
her whole life

as a conscientious objector
in the war between the sexes,

but doesn't this seem--
I don't know, fast?

This doesn't alarm you?

Our middle daughter-- boys?

Hey, I'm a reformed
boy myself.

And let me tell
you something--

if you're not worried,
you ought to be.

Come on, it's cute.

Besides, there's nothing
we can do about it.

And there's nothing
reformed about you.

WOODEL: No, please.
Why are you doing this?

Doctor, come on, I think
we both know damn well

why I'm doing this.

No, I don't.

You can just let me go.
Untie me, walk away.

Please, I won't tell
anybody what I know.

I certainly won't tell them
that you killed your parents.

Of course
you'd say that now,

but you weren't
exactly reassuring

when you came to see me
a few weeks ago.

Back then it was, "Give me half
of everything you've got

or I'm going to the police."

You even got that tape with her
talking about it all.

But I don't want
any more money, now, Chad.

I'll give you those tapes.

No one will
ever know better.

You're right about that much.

Stop.

You can't just kill me.

Think it through, Chad.

They'll catch you.

You don't have some poor sick
girl to pin it on this time.

Actually, I do.

But this time her name
isn't Summer...

...it's Keelin.

You are going to tell me
where those tapes are,

in which case, Keelin's going
to kill you nice and quick,

or you're going
to put up a fight,

which means Keelin's
going to take her time.

(gasps)

(panting)

Now the brother just didn't
kill the parents,

he's killed this girl
Keelin McKinney

and he killed Keelin McKinney's
psychiatrist?

Well, think about it.
He had to.

Dr. Woodel knew that Chad
was the real killer.

And he was in the process
of blackmailing Chad.

I'm sorry.

Okay, all right, let's assume

that you are correct
about all of this.

The blackmail, everything.

That Summer confessed the truth
to her psychiatrist

and he used it to blackmail
the brother.

How in the hell did Chad Lowry
come into possession

of Keelin McKinney's hand?

I know, I know,

he sawed it off her arm
after he killed her.

There's an APB out on this girl.

Every policeman in the city
is looking for her.

Do you seriously think
that Chad Lowry

tracked her down before
the police could?

What if he didn't have
to track her down?

What if she came to him?

I mean, he visits his sister
every week in the hospital.

They probably know each other.

What if she came
to him for help?

I don't know what
to tell you, Allison.

The Lowry murder
is a closed case.

The murderer confessed,

and even she doesn't
dispute what happened.

The killing of the psychiatrist

seems pretty open
and shut, as well.

I would love to show you some
support in all of this,

but if the guilty party
insists they're guilty...

That's okay.

You know what, I know
what I have to do.

I have to go back
to Mariposa Psych.

Summer Lowry knows what happened
the night her parents died.

She obviously told
her psychiatrist.

She can tell me, too.

Summer, It's Allison.

Summer, I know you're in there.

The front desk called you
and let you know I was coming.

Please open the door.

Summer, I'm coming in.

I know you're upset.

We're all upset.

And obviously,
I didn't know Dr. Woodel

as well as you did, but...

They said that Keelin did it.

I can't believe that.

Do you believe that?

I-I know she killed
that other man, but...

I'll tell you
what I think.

I will tell you exactly
what I think.

But first, Summer, you have
to be honest with me.

You have to tell me
what you know.

What are you talking about?

You know what I'm talking about.

I think the same person
who killed Dr. Woodel

killed your parents.

But that doesn't
make any sense.

That makes perfect sense.

What makes no sense
is you protecting him.

I mean, I know
he's your brother,

but what is it?

Is he threatening you?

Summer--

I think he
killed Keelin, too.

No.

He's doing the same
thing to her

that he did to you--

trying to get
everyone to believe

that she's a murderer.

You said she was your friend.

Don't you think you should
come forward for her?

If it's your safety
you're worried about,

we can, we can
protect you.

I can't.

I can't.

Yes, you can.
Just tell me you will.

I can't! I can't!

Okay.

Okay, okay.

Just-just think
about what I said.

And I'll call you
on the phone

and we can talk about
it tonight, okay?

(knocking on door)

BRIDGETTE:
Can I come in?

Go away. I'm busy.

I need you to look at something.

I told you I'm busy.

Look at these two books.

Okay, I'm looking.

So what am I supposed to see?

You remember that, right?

Yes.

Okay, now look at this.

Okay.

You filled another notebook.

You should be careful.

Finn might think
you're a stalker.

That's not my notebook,
that's Marie's.

And she's got this book
filled with this stuff.

Pages and pages.

And I think she's
been doing it a while.

So what's your point?

My point is, I think
that the reason

that I don't remember doing it,
is because I didn't do it.

I think this page
belongs to Marie

and somehow ended up
in my book.

I think she's the one who's
in love with Finn-- not me.

Wait a minute, Bridge,

just because you didn't write
his name a hundred times
on a piece of paper,

does not mean that
you don't like him.

Hey, say something.
You're scaring me.

I don't know what
to say, okay?

I'm just upset.

What are you upset about?

I mean, first you tell me
that you don't like the way
it feels to like a boy,

and then when it turns
out that maybe you don't
like him you get upset.

So, Bridgette,
make up your mind.

I did make up my mind.

And I know what I said.

(voice breaking):
I know that I said that
liking a boy felt weird.

Then it started to make
me feel, I don't know,
normal for once.

Bridgette, well, then-then
maybe you do like him.

No.

This is Marie's,
not mine.

Finn's not mine either.

What do you mean
she won't speak with me?

I was there today.

We had a plan to speak tonight.

Are you sure you have
the right patient--

Summer Lowry?

My name is Dubois.

Allison Dubois.

But can you just check again?

It's really important.

Hey.

Hey.
Yeah?

She won't speak with me.

They said she won't
take my call.

No, I understand.

Um... can you just
do me a favor?

Make sure she's got my number

and let her know
if she changes her mind,

that I'll be here and I would
love to speak with her.

Thanks.

They said you needed
to see me right away.

So what do you want, Summer.

I usually don't get up
for another few hours.

I hope this is important.

I like this time of day.

Just before the sun
gets too bright.

What do you want?

I'm done covering
up for you.

What are you
talking about?

I've been so stupid.

Keeping your secret
for so long.

I'm getting better, you know.

Stronger.

I'm finally ready
to stand up to you.

To do what has to be done.

Shut up.
You are making a scene.

You shouldn't have hurt Keelin.
She was my friend.

(gasps)

Oh, God...

Hey, you're up.

I was letting you sleep,
but Scanlon's on the phone.

He says it's urgent.

Hello?

Allison, sorry to bother you
on a Saturday,

but I think you might
want to come meet me

out at Mariposa Psych.

Oh, no, no, no.

Summer Lowry's brother
came to visit her

first thing this morning.

She attacked him with
a gardening spade.

Stabbed him three times before
the orderlies pulled her off.

Chad Lowry's dead.

Oh, Summer.

The guy from the M.E.'s
Office said it looked like

she'd been sharpening
her spade on concrete.

Oh...

It looks like she knew
exactly what she was
going to do

when her brother got
here this morning.

Where is she?

They have her
in isolation.

She's restrained.

Apparently, she's been
hysterical ever since

they dragged her
off her brother.

I just finished talking with
the director of the hospital.

Obviously Summer hasn't made
as much progress

as everyone thought.

But they... they finally
calmed her down

and she's starting
to talk.

Allison, did you
tell that girl

that you thought her brother
killed Keelin McKinney?

I did.

I did.

But I saw him do it, sir.

I-I just wanted
to talk to her

about what happened
with her parents,

so she could
clear her name.

I-I was just trying to help.

It's after 10:00.

You getting up today or what?

It's Saturday.

Leave me alone.

Nope.

Stop sulking. Get up.

You need to see something.

(groans)

You left these
in my room yesterday.

And there is something
in here you should see.

What are you
talking about?

That's my notebook.

What could be in
that, that I don't
already know about?

You recognize this?

It's Finn.

Isn't it?

And you drew it?

Yeah. So?

So it's good.

And Marie didn't
draw it, you did.

Okay, tell me something
I don't know.

Bridgette, there's...
at least ten drawings like that.

All of Finn,

and he's the only thing
I've seen you try to draw

without an extra eye
or giant buckteeth.

You draw him well.

You take time.

You take care.

And you look
at those drawings,

and you sense that
they're filled with feeling.

Really?

Trust me, you like Finn.

You, just you.

Welcome aboard.

No fair. You can't
stay out here all night.

All I've heard for
the last three hours

is how great Finn Milner is.

Did you know that he
can draw and paint,

and skateboard and hold
his breath underwater

for almost two whole minutes?

Please, I'm in serious need
of some adult conversation.

I'm sorry, I don't want
to talk tonight.

I ruined a girl's
life today, Joe.

I wanted to help her.

I wanted to convince the world
that she wasn't a killer.

And all I did was convince
her to become one.

Become a killer?

Did you use those
exact words?

All I cared about
was solving the case.

All I cared about was proving

that Chad Lowry
was the real murderer.

I didn't stop to think
whether getting to the truth

was the right thing
for Summer.

I pressed her.

She wasn't ready.

Chad Lowry is dead
because of me.

The man was a
killer, Allison.

Yeah, well, now
his little sister is, too.

WOODEL:
So I'd like to try something
new today, Keelin.

KEELIN:
So I'd like to try something
new today, Keelin.

BOTH:
It's good to hear your voice.

It's always good
to hear your voice.

BOTH:
But I want to hear what
you have to say,

so I'm just going
to stop talking

and just listen.

Hear what comes out.

Hear what comes out.

You know what?

I really like you, Keelin.

You are such a good listener.

Even combing your hair is nice.

It's like sharing
a room with a doll.

A doll that breathes.

Oh, with everybody
else I have to act.

I know a lot of
people say that,

but with me,
it's true.

Really true.

And I get so tired
of it sometimes.

It takes a lot out of you--
acting all the time.

I had to do so much work

to figure out
how to pretend to be sick.

I had to pretend that I belong
in a place like this,

and I did not think that
people would believe me,

but everyone did.

My parents--

they used to cry.

And they would say,

"Summer, we don't understand
what's wrong with you."

Keelin, is this something Summer
said to you?

Keelin, is this something
Summer said to you?

But they believed me.

Everyone believed me.

I mean, I had to go ahead
with everything

after that, didn't I?

I had the whole world fooled.

They all thought
that I was crazy.

And now they think
I'm getting better.

I'm a really good
actor, Keelin.

When I get out of here,

I think I'm going
to go to California

and I'm going to do movies.

I bet you my parents
love me enough

to buy a house
in Beverly Hills.

Oh, my God.

(lock buzzing)

Thank you.

I'll knock
if I need anything.

I'm not supposed
to have visitors.

Yeah, well, they
made a little--

a little exception
for me.

I'm sorry if I got
you in trouble.

I had to do that to Chad.

I had to.

You certainly did.

So what kind of timetable
are we talking about here?

I mean, how long are you going
to string everyone along

till you start convincing
them that you're getting better?

What are you talking about?

You know, I don't know
how you do it.

I mean, if I was in here,
I would go crazy.

They told me that you can't
even have any books.

Which is why I decided
to pay you a little visit.

I'm gonna tell you a little
story, if that's all right.

Just to, you know,
relieve the boredom.

So, once upon a time,
there was a little girl.

She was 13 years old.

And her parents had everything.

Which meant

the little girl pretty much
had everything.

But for this little girl,
pretty much was not good enough.

She wanted it all.

But she didn't want to have
to wait to inherit it,

and she didn't want

to have to earn it herself.

She needed a shortcut.

So she came up with a plan
with her older brother.

She decided to pretend
that she was crazy.

And she was so good at it,

that the whole world
believed her.

So much so,

that when her brother actually
murdered their parents,

no one had any trouble believing

it was the crazy,
sick little girl;

that her demons had gotten
the best of her.

That she just had
to get packed away

and shipped off to a hospital,
so she could get all better.

This story is stupid.

It doesn't make any sense.

Why would anyone want
to be here--

locked up in a place like this?

Because people like you,
once they're feeling better,

once they can handle the world,
well, they get to go home.

It was just about to happen.

Everything was going according
to the little girl's plan,

but then she made
one little mistake.

She talked to her roommate.

She told her everything.

You know, the little girl
thought that this was safe

because the roommate--
she didn't speak.

She couldn't speak.

Catatonic friends
are great like that.

When Keelin started
waking up,

when you realized that
she was repeating

everything you said,
you must have been scared.

Lucky for you

that doctor didn't go
straight to the police.

He just used everything he knew
to try to get rich.

But of course, he underestimated
how lucky and smart you are.

Lucky because
Keelin ran away.

You're smart because,
once that happened,

you had your brother kill
Dr. Woodel.

So everyone would think
she did it.

And just like that, both
of your problems were solved.

I'm confused.

You said this was a story,

but you keep using the names
of real people.

Is that to make it
more entertaining?

Yes.
Hmm.

to make it entertaining
and fun.

And now I'm going
to use my own name.

You remember when I showed up,
started asking questions

about your brother, about how
he might be the real killer?

When did you decide

to kill him?

That you actually had
to kill someone yourself?

Are you done?

I don't know.

How do you think it ends?

(whispering):
She gets away with it.

Well...

Yeah, you might be right.

You know, there's one part
of the story

that still bothers me.

What really happened
to your friend Keelin?

I mean, how did
she get out of here?

And how did your brother
find her?

Unless--

she never really escaped.

And she was here
the whole time.

And you killed her.

You did it, didn't you?

She's still here.
She's still here somewhere.

And I'm guessing
it's in that little garden

that you love so much.

It's a good place to bury
a body, don't you think?

This is the exciting part
of the story.

Soon we're going to find out
if I'm right.

'Cause I brought some
police with me,

and they-- they brought
some dogs.

The kind of dogs
that can smell drugs

and corpses.

(dogs barking
in distance)

Oh, look... (chuckles)

the dogs found
something already.

You bitch!

Now there you are.

There's the real Summer Lowry.

Well, welcome back.

You know this
hospital here,

it's not bad,
all things considered.

But I don't think you're going
to be spending

a lot of time here.

I think you're going
to be going to prison.

And that--
that is the ending of the story.

Bet you didn't see that coming.

(Allison knocks,
lock buzzes open)

Thanks.

(door shuts, echoing)

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