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We need private patient funds to stay afloat.
[Bella] Mitch, Lydia, Georgia, all sucked into her shit.
- [Bumblebee] Where's Georgia? - [screams]
- [whooping] - [L-Cat] Frankie.
It's your relapse. How do you want to kick it off?
[Ana] The relapse was inevitable.
How's it gonna affect my reference letter?
[Ana] We should chat about Emerson Dempsey.
- Drunk driving... - It wasn't my fucking fault.
I was told this was a practical discussion, not a therapy session.
- Em, Something happened with Tommy. - Shut the hell up!
[ominous music playing]
It was you.
I need to speak with Frankie...
alone.
[door opens, closes]
What happened was mine to deal with, and I did that a long time ago.
What, so that's it?
[Emma] We were young, still kids.
I can't justify what he did or why it happened.
He just...
I'm fine!
My life and what I've achieved is proof of that.
But did you tell anyone? Did...
Was he sorry?
- And Katherine did she fucking- - Frankie, shh!
It's mine to carry, not yours. This.
What happened. If people knew.
Imagine Lucy, the kids, knowing their dad...
And Ra, no! He loves Tommy.
It's not just about you and me.
- What happened affects everyone. - Did it happen again?
No!
Let's leave it in the past and focus on what's ahead.
Commit to your recovery.
Your healing will help me.
Okay.
[tense music playing]
Okay.
[phone rings]
You coming camping?
[sobs]
- [Ra] Em? - I just, I...
Oh, hey.
It's Frankie, isn't it? What's happened?
- I... - Em.
It's just hard.
- Being a support person is hard. - Yeah.
She's so lucky to have you.
And you are doing more than most people would.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Look, I'm on the lawn whenever you need, okay?
Mm-hmm.
I love you.
- [ominous music playing] - [Ra] Em?
- [panting] - Frankie. Frankie.
We...
Okay.
[door opens, closes]
[melancholy music playing]
[both gasping]
No, don't stop. Don't stop, don't stop.
[moans]
Keep going.
- Keep going! - Stop, stop.
It's okay, it's okay, Frankie.
It's okay... it's okay. Hey, it's okay.
- It's okay... it's okay. - [sobbing] Keep going.
It's okay. Stop. It's okay.
Keep going... keep going.
[sobbing]
[Frankie] I think I feel...
or, um... part of me feels responsible.
Like I should have helped her somehow
but I was just a kid.
But I was always scared then... as a teen.
Even now, I can't stop thinking
or maybe it's feeling
like something bad's gonna happen.
That feeling, it... it doesn't go away.
It just gets bigger until I use. Um... drugs
drinking, sex. They...
They make that feeling go away.
It's hard to say, "I'm an addict."
You know, I'm not sure it's even true.
Like, I think I'm just addicted to not feeling like shit all the time.
[somber music playing]
If being sober is meant to give me clarity
why do I only think about relapsing?
Or... or worse, like I...
like I can't carry on anymore.
Drugs might have ruined my life
but I don't hate who I am or what I've done
because they're also the reason I haven't given up yet.
They... they gave me something to look forward to
when all I wanted to do was kill myself.
- Can someone else share now? - [Frankie] What the fuck?
- [Frankie] I still- - I will.
She's like a pig in a trough hogging it all.
[Mitch] This is group therapy not Frankie therapy.
[indistinct chatter]
[whispers] Wow. Twenty-eight days.
And you're cured. [chuckles]
[ominous music playing]
We have to go right now.
- What the fuck? - Shh.
- [L-Cat] Hurry up, Frankie! - [Frankie] Slow the fuck down!
- [L-Cat] Shut up. Just run! - You're freaking me out.
[L-Cat] Just run!
[tense music playing]
What the fuck is this?
- It's your emancipation ritual. - My what?
- It's your farewell party. - [group cheers]
- It's T sauce. - [group laughs]
[laughs]
Everyone has one of these.
- Except Gramps and Sarah and Paula. - Yeah, she gets it.
Put your feet up, Bonnie. Here.
Ha. Well, you made it.
- Wasn't that easy? - I got stabbed in the tit.
[laughs]
Hey, you survived bunking with L-Cat.
- Uh, dead rat could have killed me. - It works every time.
- Fucking knew it! - [group laughs]
To Gramps.
[all] To Gramps.
To Gramps.
- Hot chocolate. Oh, shit! - [fire crackles]
[upbeat music playing]
Can't get enough
Can't get enough Can't get enough, no
[exclaiming]
[group whoops, cheers]
[whimsical music playing]
- [muffled shouting] - [gasps]
[shouting continues]
- [Frankie] Fuck. - [Bella] In here!
- [woman] Come on. - What's going on?
- Grab her. - [Frankie] What the fuck... Why?
[grunts] Fucking hands off me.
Knock it off!
Fucking your hands off me!
[Frankie grunts]
[door slams shut]
[whimsical music playing]
We found this stuffed in the side pocket of your suitcase.
Someone fucking put it there.
[Bella] Did someone put the pills in there, too?
It wasn't me. I was at my emancipation ritual.
Your what?
Snitches get stitches.
So do people in prison.
E-Man, Bumblebee, Mitch and L-Cat threw me a farewell party
- in the woods last night. - You all snuck out.
Oh, fuck.
- How'd you break in? - I didn't.
- Stop lying. - I can't even remember last night.
You must have taken a whole lot of pills, then.
I didn't take shit.
- We'll see what the police think. - Wasn't fucking me!
- [sloshing] - [E-man retches]
- [toilet flushing] - Fuck this, man.
Fuck this dickie you told me to get through.
Fucking cleaning shite.
You all broke the rules.
You're all gonna suffer the consequences.
Oh, fuck!
Uncovering the truth about Tommy is...
reason enough to seek out an escape.
You really think I did this?
[tense music playing]
I don't know.
It wasn't me.
It wasn't fucking me, you hear me?
[sobbing] It wasn't me.
[sniffles]
[birds chirping]
[tense music playing]
I'm ready to talk.
Ah! But first, coffee, ciggies... and a bacon butty.
Mmm. Man, this is good.
- You guys didn't want one? - Start talking.
[clears throat]
[rasping]
That mask, got my attention. It's beautiful.
A horrifying masterpiece.
Wouldn't you agree?
[Frankie] There was something familiar about it
like I'd seen it before.
But I had to be sure.
[suspenseful music playing]
[keys jingling]
[Frankie] The odds were stacked against me.
Fucking orderlies everywhere.
I had to push through.
- Fuck. - [Frankie] I thought I'd failed.
And then...
- [thumps] - [both gasping]
Sorry, I was just going for full impact.
I had seen it before.
[Frankie] What came first? The painting or the mask?
L-Cat had motive. She's jealous I'm leaving.
Several witnesses can attest to her supplying the spiked hot chocolate
at the emancipation ritual, and blood tests will prove
everyone except L-Cat was drugged.
How do you like them apples?
I guess I should apologize.
[scoffs] I wouldn't believe me either.
What'll happen to L-Cat?
[Ana sighs heavily]
Lydia's not leaving here anytime soon, so...
The final marker.
Your drink-driving charges, Emerson Dempsey's death.
[suspenseful music playing]
Emma's neighbors were having a kids' party
and they had this bouncy castle out front.
[Frankie] I was drunk, I was driving Ra's car.
I reversed into the yard and-
[Ana] Whoa, whoa. You hit a kid?
Fuck no. No, the... the party was over
but this clown, he was taking down the bouncy castle.
- You hit a clown? - No.
- [engine revs] - Huh?
[grunts]
[Frankie] Turns out he had a condition
that causes heart attacks.
- [tires screeching] - He had one
and he died. And I got convicted.
[laughs]
[both laughing]
He was old and fat and a fucking smoker with a weird heart.
- Is it really my fault? - Mm-mm. Just bad luck.
So how do you feel about court today?
I'm nervous, but...
also maybe excited or, like, hopeful.
I still feel bad for Emma for what happened
but...
I'm gonna use my inheritance to get set up
and I'll get a job, and my own place, and I'm not gonna blow it.
My whole life, everyone's thought I'm a huge fuck-up.
Even Dad. He...
he gave Emma guardianship over my share.
She said, I can have it when I'm out and I'm...
I'm gonna prove to Dad I'm...
I'm...
It's a good plan.
[somber music playing]
[light music playing]
Sorry about squealing on the campfire session.
[Mitch] Forgive and forget.
Big booties for my big mouse.
Thanks, Mitch.
- [cries] - Oh, come on.
- I'll take this. - Thank you.
Whoa!
Thank you, Bumbles.
It's my last one.
You know, I'm more of a coffee girl anyway.
To wash their bodies...
I, uh... That is... um...
That's... you know, just... um, uh...
And if you, um...
Um...
I'll, uh...
[somber music playing]
I'm not fucked off.
I get why you did it.
You know, I've always felt scared of you
but it kind of makes sense now.
[sobs]
I don't think you choose to hate
and maybe you just don't know how to love.
And I really hope that changes for you.
[somber music continues]
You're not alone in this. We're here whenever you need.
Hey. Give 'em hell, Frankie.
Kind of thinking I'd do the opposite this time.
- See you there. - [chuckles] Yeah.
And I'll wait for you On the other side
I'll wait for you On the other side
On the other side
[judge] Frances Jones was to undertake
a 28-day rehabilitation program
and to obtain a reference letter from the clinic
proving she's committed to sobriety, or else she'll face prison.
Sorry I'm late. I'm here with my wife.
You wrote the reference letter?
- Yes, Your Honor. - Ms. Jones has made progress.
Acknowledged her addiction, attended therapy
contributed to community life.
But in your opinion, Frances did not meet all the markers in her recovery.
What?
Escaped the clinic and relapsed
had sexual relations with other inpatients
has not taken responsibility for the drink-driving charges
- raided the clinic's drug supply. - I had nothing to do with it.
They proved it. Another patient did it.
Yes, another patient was caught however, that patient informed staff
it was inspired by Frankie's successful drug raid three weeks ago.
[judge] Is this true?
I'm in a good place now.
- I've done a lot of work on myself. - Not enough work.
- That's bullshit! - [judge] Ms. Jones!
Frankie has treated therapy like a walk in the park.
That was your idea.
Being in... in the clinic has helped me deal-
She needs to continue her treatment.
No, no!
Because of treatment, I've been able to change-
She's yet to grasp the real issue behind her addiction.
My sister was raped by our stepbrother
and I watched it happen.
How much more real do you fucking want?
[dramatic music playing]
[Ana] Your Honor, if the call were to reassess Frankie's sentence
I would recommend an additional six to 12 months
of therapy at the Laast Resort.
[judge sighs]
Well, I can see that Frances has a good plan in place
with the support of her sister.
I'm inclined to think that this might be a better option.
Are you committed to supporting Frances
through her post-treatment plan?
[ominous music playing]
No.
[Emma] I cannot support my sister.
Frankie is a manipulative drug addict.
A delusional liar who needs to continue treatment
until she can... [sighs]
...discern reality from fantasy.
The additional six to 12 months is exactly what my patient needs.
[judge] An agreement like this is costly
as long as there's a way to fund Ms. Jones' extended treatment.
Otherwise, the Crown will be forced to send her to prison.
As guardian of Frankie's inheritance
I wonder if Emma might agree to fund the treatment with that money?
[ominous music playing]
Yes.
[screams]
[Ra] Stop, stop! Stop... stop. Frankie, Frankie, calm down.
- No... - [Ra] Frankie, stop... stop.
[Frankie] Let go of me!
Let go of me!
[solemn music playing]
My music stops And you come crashing down
Feeling where did it go?
[door creaks]
Isn't this sadness at all?
You lie down And you cry into the grass
When you feel so hollow inside
And your dreams are all flown by
I take one and I fall so deep
- [woman grunts] - If I never wake up
At least I've fallen asleep
[Georgia] Welcome to Culfey House.
They take good care of you here.
[gasping]
When you feel so hollow inside
And your dreams Have all flown by
I take one and I fall so deep
If I never wake up
At least I've fallen asleep
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