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- Hey, can I have a blue one? - I want one, too, please.

Yeah, can I have two?

Look at the games they're playing.

Watch carefully, children.

Solid, linked.

Seemingly connected and yet one becomes...

Two.

Angelique?

She's all right. She just needs a Band-Aid.

Now you have a matching pair.

Come on.

I was afraid she would scar.

Are you a doctor?

No, I'm Dr Lacan's assistant.

I'm Dr Wallace. Dylan.

I read about this at the clinic, so I thought I'd volunteer.

That was kind of you.

No, I spent a summer in Paris after med school.

I'm from New York.

That makes us both strangers then.

I have to go.

The stage beckons.

Thank you for helping.

What's your name?

Angelique.

Get off! Let me go!

Get off!

Get off!

Don't you have any boundaries, Miss Collier?

This is a party for children.

This man was indicted for irresponsible procedures on children.

I'm a reporter for The Village Spectator Here's my card.

I do the best I can for these children.

I'm afraid sometimes traditional means aren't enough,

Dr Wallace.

You'll have to excuse me.

I'm tired, Philip.

I want to be free of here, free of you.

How can you say that? After everything I've done.

You study me.

I'm an experiment to you.

If you leave, they will see only ugliness.

Does it still sting?

Philip, I don't need you any more.

You can't leave me.

Everything's fine, Dr Wallace.

Angelique has been under my...

Under my supervision for a long time. I know what's best for her.

Dr Wallace, it's quite late. I suggest you start back to the city.

I'd like Dr Wallace to stay.

Are you sure you want to do this, Dr Wallace?

I'll be back shortly, Angelique.

I wouldn't say I broke down the door. I just sort of pushed it off to the side.

Philip was so surprised. You were my knight in armour.

"Shining armour." We say "shining armour."

Yes. You were that.

And now?

You know, I'm not exactly wanted here. I...

- I could give you a ride if you'd want. - Really?

- I live in the city. You don't mind? - No, no, I'd love to.

- Should we tell Dr Lacan? - No.

Let's be dangerous.

He can stay with his children.

The doctor's a tad possessive, isn't he?

It's because he forgets we're no longer married.

Angelique! Stop!

My mom was a cellist. This is one of her favourite pieces.

She passed away recently. It's one of the reasons I came out here.

- I'm sorry for you. - Oh, it's okay. I'm...

I'm dealing with it.

My mother was a performer, too, in France.

We were young when she grew ill.

Philip came to save us.

- How did she know him? - She studied here years before.

They met at a clinic.

He came from America when she called, but it was too late.

No more singing.

Now I'm sorry.

No. It was years ago. I've accepted it.

My sister, she blames Philip for failing.

Annabelle can be so angry. She scares me sometimes.

Maybe she needs help.

I'm tired of doctors.

But not you. I'm not tired of you, Dylan.

Is it after midnight?

Yeah.

Our birthday,

Annabelle and I.

You're twins?

Well, happy birthday then, to the both of you.

Please be quiet. She's sleeping.

Please sit.

Would you like a drink?

Oh, no, thank you.

She knits.

I hate to feel closed in.

I'll be right back.

Is it better?

Yeah, I like you either way.

- Should I go? - No.

Would you mind just holding me?

Angelique, you scared me.

What about Annabelle?

Today's forecast, a high of 17 and a low of 11

Fifteen percent chance of rain

Hello?

Yeah, what time would she like to see me?

Fine. Make Mrs Sherman's appointment for 9:30.

Joseph, pick me up in about 10 minutes, okay?

I'd like a birthday cake.

All we have left are ice cream cakes.

Let's hope she likes ice cream. Can you write on it?

You really should have called your order ahead.

By how long?

At least three hours.

Okay, how about just this one time?

What's the name?

Two names, Angelique and Annabelle.

That's a lot of letters.

Well, I will buy your biggest cake.

Philip.

Where are you?

I need you.

Okay, yeah, do me a favour and try and reschedule them for later in the week.

No, I'll be around tomorrow.

Yeah, thanks.

Hello, you've reached the office of Dr Lacan

We are unable to take your call at the moment

We'll get back to you as soon as we can

Philip. Philip, where are you?

Annabelle.

You might need two to carry this.

Miss Collier, this is Dr Dylan Wallace.

You gave me your card yesterday at the clinic.

I'd like to speak with you more about Dr Lacan.

What the fuck?

Joseph, could you turn back, please? I've forgotten my cell phone.

Angelique?

Annabelle?

What? Last night?

Come on!

Fuck!

It's happening now, right now!

I don't know where.

Where? I'm in an apartment.

No, I don't live in the building.

Just send someone over and I'll wait in the lobby.

Across from the Regal Arms.

You have one new message

Annabelle.

Joseph, change of plan.

You can take off. I'll call you in a couple of hours.

Fuck.

Angelique, undo the chain.

Angelique.

I'm coming, Philip.

- I've had a terrible argument with Annabelle. - Where is she?

She's gone. I must have fallen asleep.

It's too much this time, Philip.

She has done something so selfish, I can't forgive her.

Oh, no.

- No. - You shouldn't have left with him!

We have to clean up. Hide the body until I can dispose of it.

He came to save me.

There's nothing we can do, Angelique.

We have to save Annabelle. Your sister needs our help.

How would she survive, locked in a cage for the rest of her life?

She would die.

She's not evil. She's sick.

We need each other, Angelique. We always will.

For Annabelle.

The front door is locked, otherwise I would...

What?

Okay, five minutes. I'll wait, but hurry.

Are you the police?

I'm Detective Kalen. This is Detective Conners.

We were around the corner. Are you the one who called?

I witnessed the murder. It was through a window.

- I was expecting you out front, Miss... - Grace Collier.

It was a window on the fourth floor.

May I ask you how you got in the front door, Miss Collier?

Someone went out, and I came in. What does it matter?

Well, the reason I ask is a tenant here also called.

She reported a female in her 20s spending the entire night parked out front.

Would you know anything about that, Miss Collier?

I'm a reporter for The Village Spectator I'm on a story.

I think I know who's involved. I mean, shouldn't we go up?

- Where did you say this happened? - On the fourth floor. I think apartment 404.

- And where were you when this happened? - I was on the street!

Why didn't you tell the dispatcher where you were?

I don't know.

I mean, I was watching someone being murdered.

- Don't you think we should head up? - We will, Miss Collier.

But first tell us where in the street were you, and what exactly did you see?

Angelique, do you know if Annabelle may have been in my apartment this morning?

I don't see how.

Only I have the key you gave me.

Angelique, we're doing the right thing.

Oh, no.

I know I saw someone in the window. It's this way.

Hello? Anyone home?

Good morning, miss. It's the police. We'd like to have a word with you.

I'm busy now. Could you come back later?

It's important, miss. Please open up.

May I help you?

- I'm Detective Kalen. This... - Angelique Turner.

It's your apartment.

I'm sorry. Have we met?

No, but I know you.

She's Lacan's assistant.

Wonderful.

Miss Collier claims she witnessed a murder in your apartment this morning.

A murder? This can't be. I've been here all morning.

May we come in, Miss Turner? I hate to do this from the hallway.

- Yes, of course. Come in. - Thank you.

It was here.

She had short black hair, a white gown. I couldn't see her face.

She was stabbing him again and again.

Wait a minute. He was familiar.

The doctor from last night.

You left with him!

This isn't true. No doctor is here.

You're lying. I saw you with him.

Is it possible, Miss Turner, that this happened while you were sleeping

and you just didn't hear it?

No, I sleep light.

A light sleeper.

Oh, I said you're a light sleeper.

Yes. Right. Thank you.

Is that a pullout?

- Yes. It's never been used. - You don't mind if we open it?

- May we, Miss Turner? - It will be very dusty.

We're cops. We're used to dirty work.

Okay. Go ahead.

The detective and I can handle this, Miss Collier.

Shit.

Satisfied, Miss Collier?

It's sleeping on these things that can kill you.

- He has to be here. - Maybe he's invisible.

Look!

- It fell from the couch. - It is mine.

She used it to kill him.

Careful. It might be loaded.

Would anyone like something to eat?

Sure.

I'm so clumsy.

I dropped the box taking it out of the freezer and I forgot to put it back.

- It's a little melted. - Sounds perfect.

You weren't kidding about being melted.

May I ask you what you do, Miss Turner?

I work at the Zurvan Clinic.

With Dr Lacan?

But less and less. I prefer the children.

Sounds charitable.

It's not just for them. It makes me happy.

I love the crunchy stuff in the middle.

Are you sure you wouldn't like a piece of cake?

She was here.

She was consoling someone.

- It was you she was consoling. - You are mistaken.

What are you mixed up in, Miss Turner? Why are you protecting him?

I'm not protecting anyone.

Was that woman on an experimental drug?

Help me. Maybe I can help you.

Conducting an investigation without us, Miss Collier?

You're welcome to answer her question, Miss Turner.

We all have things to hide, Miss Collier.

But as I told you, I live alone.

I hope we weren't too much of a bother.

It's okay, Detective. I'm glad I could help.

You should be careful of your imagination.

Late at night when I watch a horror movie on TV,

I sometimes dream the most terrible things.

I didn't dream it, Miss Turner, and I don't watch horror movies.

Coming?

Feel free to call me. Any time.

Thank you. Goodbye, Detectives.

Enjoy the rest of your day, Miss Turner.

X-ray vision, Miss Collier?

Angelique, what did you say to that reporter?

Don't you know who she is?

So, what are you going to do now? I told you I saw a man murdered.

That is what you said, from four storeys below.

What's really going on here, Miss Collier?

A murder, one I'm sure the doctor is a part of.

He experiments on children. Two died under his care.

Yeah, I'm familiar with the story. I'm a cop, remember?

Three years ago, I think?

And if memory serves me, he was declared innocent.

Only due to lack of evidence. Dr Lacan is a dangerous man.

So's the President of the United States, and I'm not arresting him, either.

All we have to do is find out the name of the doctor she left with last night and...

And when you do that, we'll look into it, but until then, we're going to be very busy

making sure nobody's parked out front this building harassing tenants.

Got it?

Thanks a lot for your help.

Yeah?

Hey, the mystery woman answers her fucking phone.

Guess where I was this morning. Give you a hint.

A polar bear asked about you

Oh, shit. The zoo exhibit. I completely forgot.

Have no fear.

- I turned the story in five minutes ago - Thanks for covering, Larry.

Yeah, don't mention it. It's only been a few times, 1,014 to be exact.

Who's counting?

Listen, Larry, something happened with Lacan.

Shit, Grace.

He is the reason why you're interviewing polar bears in the first place.

It was a murder

I witnessed it, and he's involved. Trust me.

Well, I'm not the one with the trust issues.

Where are you?

There's a coffee shop at 8th and Bleury. Meet me there in 20.

Who goes first?

I found boxes of it in Lacan's refrigerator.

I think it's some kind of self-designed psychotropic.

Nothing like home cooking.

"Tristiana."

- What about the doctor's assistant? - Angelique Turner?

Lacan's always kept her in the background.

I was sure she was going to tell me something.

If only I knew that poor doctor's name.

Maybe he's on Lacan's staff.

Hospitals don't give out that kind of information, especially not Lacan's.

Believe me, they're protective.

Speak of the devil.

I need you to wait here.

We have to get in there before they move the body.

Okay, I hate to ask, but how do you plan on getting in?

I'll break in.

If anything happens, call me.

You'll pick up?

Maybe I'll just call for the hell of it.

Hey.

Take a breath. I'm in her apartment.

- What? Why didn't you wait? - I was impatient

- Jesus, Larry, the security cameras - That's why I'm wearing my hood.

You find anything yet?

No, I've checked every room. There's no body.

Shit. Well, you should have waited.

Grace, let me do the breaking and entering, okay?

There is something odd about this place. There's no family pictures or anything.

Maybe she's trying to forget.

What does that mean?

Well, there's one photo, really old-looking.

Two little girls behind a cardboard cut-out, like at a circus or fair

I saw the same one at his place. Take it.

You looking for this?

What?

Peter?

Hi, Peter.

Grace?

Take lots of pictures.

Peter was abused by his father for most of his life.

He came to the clinic three years ago and hasn't spoken a word.

Philip tried, but finally had to give up.

Philip cares about Peter.

He was so terribly frustrated.

Because he couldn't help?

Or because he didn't get the results he wanted?

People aren't science projects. I've seen it happen many times.

They tell you it's in their best interest and you want to believe,

but when things go wrong, you're all alone.

They need to be held accountable, Miss Turner.

Call me Angelique.

You remind me of someone.

Tristiana?

Why is Dr Lacan observing you?

He saved us.

After my mother died, we had no place to go.

"We"? Who's "we"?

Me.

He helped me, Miss Collier.

Grace.

Grace.

Leave us alone.

I don't want anyone else hurt.

You do remind me of someone.

What do you think you're doing?

Enough is enough, Miss Collier.

We were just talking, Philip.

I won't tolerate this any longer. Leave us alone.

Why did you come here, Angelique?

It was my day to see Peter.

He misses you.

It's time to come home, Angelique.

Hi, you've reached the desk of Grace Collier Leave a message

You have one new message

Miss Collier, this is Dr Dylan Wallace You gave me your card yesterday

Hello, you've reached the cell phone of Dr Dylan Wallace

Leave me a message, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can

You seem to have made an impact.

It's the same one.

- Lacan's camera. - Well, I've got bigger news, Grace.

I found the body. It's inside the television.

And I know who it is. It was the doctor, Dylan Wallace.

Okay, shouldn't we be telling the police?

They already think I'm nuts. And what are you going to say?

"I found a body in the middle of a break-in?"

How about an anonymous call?

They'll think it's me causing trouble again. We have to catch Lacan with the body.

- When was the last time you were home? - I don't have one.

I moved back into my mother's, remember?

Right.

- I just need a coffee. - Come on, Grace.

You clearly haven't slept in days, and you look like shit. So...

You can go to my place if you like. You have the key.

No, I'll go home.

You don't want to get sick again.

It's under control.

I said I'll go home.

There's one more thing I almost forgot.

It was in the back of her dresser.

It was the only thing I found that seemed hidden.

I don't know if it means anything.

It might.

Session 26 March 16th Dr Philip Lacan

Patient, Tristiana

How are you today, Sofia?

The men who take care of me, they look at me with disgust

They scare me, Philip

Nurse Kent visits you every morning

Why don't you come?

Why do you punish me?

We have our sessions It's your daughters we need to think of

They require constant care

Don't you want what's best for them?

Yes, what is best for my babies

- Dr Kent? - Can I help you?

I'm Grace Collier, a reporter with The Spectator

I was hoping you might answer some questions on Dr Philip Lacan.

Twenty-seven years ago, you were his head assistant here.

Anything I had to say about him, I've said, so...

I was also hoping you could tell me about Sofia Tristiana and her daughters.

I think Angelique was involved in a murder.

I might have something you want to hear, Dr Kent.

It isn't working, Sofia They aren't responding to you

It's because they don't know my touch

- Nurse Kent! - Yes, Doctor?

They could know me, Philip With time, we could be a family

There is no time I'm sorry, Sofia It's too late

Now I have something to show you.

I had been with the doctor for months when he brought her to the ward.

She was an exchange student, pregnant.

She thought the doctor loved her.

So did I.

Only Philip knew what was coming.

He was the only one who had seen the sonograms.

- Do you mind? - As long as I can join you.

So what happened after they were born?

Sofia was moved to private quarters behind the school.

He claims she suffered trauma from the birth.

She was kept alone and medicated.

- On what drugs? - Methanol, percocidin, others.

She must have never left her bed.

My mother spent a lot of time in hospitals.

When I could, I would sneak the twins to her.

It was the only time I ever saw her happy.

How long did that go on for?

On their second birthday,

the twins and Sofia escaped back to France.

They were gone for good, or so I thought.

The first celebrated conjoined twins of the modern era were Chang and Eng Bunker,

star attractions of the Barnum & Bailey Circus

Living long and fruitful lives,

they each married and together fathered 21 children

But Chang and Eng were lucky

Conjoined twins were long considered freaks of nature

They often performed as attractions in travelling carnivals

Alcoholism and early death were their familiar fortunes

Five years ago, while on sabbatical in Southern France,

Dr Philip Lacan came upon conjoined twins

Angelique and Annabelle Tristiana performing in circuses and carnivals

Touched by their plight, he brought them here to the Zurvan Clinic

A year ago, head surgeon, Dr Lucas Bryant, made a troubling discovery

The sisters share a degenerative lung condition,

which will almost certainly lead to serious physical ailments in the future,

perhaps even asphyxiation

In layman's terms, they They may suffocate each other

And this is the necessity for surgery?

Well, partly, but having spent the last few months with them,

another, perhaps more pressing, reason has developed

We speak to the matter of mental health

A disturbing psychological manifestation has developed between the sisters

I feel they've begun to develop personas in opposition,

each a kind of purposeful other

So while Annabelle plays the dark side, the destructive force,

Angelique plays the bright one, the constructive one

Ironically, it is Angelique that is the more troubling

While she may appear happy, the question becomes

the more Angelique plays her better half, submerging her darker instincts,

where does her bad half go?

Excuse me I have to prepare

And so, the sisters are escorted towards their future,

one hopefully defined by separation and freedom

with their only communion, one of love

At first, I truly believed he wanted to heal people.

After Sofia, I no longer knew.

Was it you who helped Sofia escape?

Yes. I then reported Philip.

Even now I feel guilty.

Did you ever try and contact the sisters?

Sister.

Hours after the operation, Annabelle's lung collapsed.

She's been dead for over 10 years. There is only Angelique.

- Hey - Larry!

I lost reception in the university. I'm heading back now.

They're moving, Grace

The movers look like guys from the clinic.

Angelique went cuckoo when she saw them bring out the television,

and then the doctor took her inside for a few moments,

and she's been sleepwalking ever since

- Okay, they're actually leaving now. - They must be going to the clinic

Follow them. You'll beat me by half an hour. Just wait, okay? Don't do anything stupid.

Don't worry.

I'll wait for Superwoman.

Come on, Larry. Where are you?

Careful with that!

Put it over there, and close those doors when you're finished.

Look, children. Another has joined us.

She's a bird,

a bird with a broken wing. She needs our help.

Children, go play outside.

Night games are the best.

- She's another one. Hold her. - What?

Get the fuck off me! I'm a reporter!

This will make you feel better.

What did you put in me? Another one of your test drugs?

Please, call my paper. I'm with The Spectator

I don't know what this murderer has told you, but it's all lies!

Should I take her to the exam room with the other one?

- Larry? - No, put her in the stable.

- Why did they come to the clinic? - They're former patients.

Extreme schizophrenics. Sadly, they've relapsed.

Come, now. No use struggling. You're home again.

- Annabelle? - Annabelle.

You're awake.

You wanted to know the truth.

You'll get your wish.

I'll show you everything.

And you will help me,

Annabelle.

It's clear that Angelique is the more whole of the two

In truth, the embryo began to form only Angelique,

the beautiful Angelique

You were favoured.

You hate that everyone likes me.

After a time, an abnormality began to develop directly from the embryo

The parasite was given a name, Annabelle,

but with modern science we no longer need to tolerate parasites!

- Annabelle deserves to live, too. - Why?

Angelique, what's wrong?

She never stops watching.

You're right, Philip. I can't stand it any longer.

I'll talk to Dr Bryant tomorrow. Love me, Angelique.

Couldn't you love them both?

Of course, Annabelle.

You meant so much to me. You were part of my family.

No.

Angelique, I love you so much.

I'm so sorry, Annabelle. Forgive what I've done.

Annabelle.

Why did you always have to be so angry?

I'm sorry.

No, Angelique. It has to be done.

Your sister's mind has grown evil.

You killed her!

Neither of us wanted her. Yes, I killed her,

but you've resurrected her in your mind.

My love, let's share our guilt and be together again.

- End it, Angelique. Trust me. - No, Angelique!

- As your mother trusted me. - Mother escaped from him.

- She ran to France to protect us from him. - No, it's not true!

But he followed her there.

Yes.

He came to our home.

Everything will be all right now, my girls.

I will protect you.

You killed her!

No, it's not true.

Your mother was ill. I tried to help her.

- Everything I've done was for you. - I forgive you, Angelique.

You've come to save me.

Goodbye, Philip.

Grace?

No.

Grace.

Annabelle.

Over here.

Come on.