All language subtitles for bado.S21E08

In the criminal justice system,

sexually based offenses

are considered especially heinous.

In New York City,
the dedicated detectives

who investigate these vicious felonies

are members of an elite squad

known as the Special Victims Unit.

These are their stories.

Oh, I am so sorry!

- I'm so sorry.
- Oh, no, no.

It's my fault.
I was trying to look at a map.

I'm so sorry.

I'm local. What are you looking for?

Oh, I, um, I...

I just lost my friends.

They can't have gone far.

Should we get into that pedicab
and go look for them?

It could be fun.

I'm Anais.

Um, I'm Meghan from Kansas.

Hello, ladies. Your chariot awaits.

Okay.

This is so cool!

Uh, there's water back there
if you're thirsty.

Thank you.

Oh, no, no. My phone is dead.

I'm just a few blocks from here.

- You could charge it at my place.
- No, no, no, no, no.

I don't want to put you out.

Change of plans.

We're going to the West Village.

Depression and anxiety
are an organic response...

To the stresses created by...

our corrupt and oppressive society.

And how does the psychiatric
community respond?

By numbing us,

by treating the symptoms,

and ignoring the root causes
of our alienation.

None of us are free.

We're all cogs in their machine.

♪ Has given you the call

- ♪ When she was just small
- Anais?

Anais!

I'm right here.

Pay attention, Meghan.

Why are you doing this?

You've spent your life
as one of the walking dead.

Climb out of your grave.
Find your true self.

Live free.

Hey, hey.

Help me!

Can you tell me your name?

Get the elves away from me, please.

- The elves? Elves?
- The machine elves!

They want to take me back there!

To where, honey?

To their world.

They told me, if I stay here,
I'm digging my own grave.

Okay, you know what?

These folks right here,
they're good elves,

and they're gonna help
take care of you, I promise.

You're gonna be okay, honey.

I need a tox screen and a psych eval.

She give you anything?

She kept going on about machine elves.

- She's tripping out.
- Yeah.

Drugs or a psychotic break or both.

Sergeant, I may have something.

On the way.

- They tried to bury her alive.
- Or got her to do it.

She mentioned digging her own grave.

What the hell did they do to this girl?

- Machine elves?
- I'm having them check for DMT.

It's a common hallucination
among users.

And a very powerful psychedelic.

I-I haven't seen this in years.

She must've taken a massive dose

for her to still be feeling symptoms.

So do we know if she was assaulted?

She's got ligature marks,
she may be concussed.

She's not lucid enough
to consent to a rape kit.

Okay, well, the chief
just called twice.

So I need to find out
what we're looking at.

How is she? Can we talk to her?

Uh, still having a lot
of terror and anxiety.

We gave her diazepam to calm her down,

and we had to restrain her.

We were afraid
that she would hurt herself.

Where am I? It's so light in here.

You're at Mercy Hospital in Manhattan.

New York? I'm still here?

Yeah.

I want to go home.

Can you tell us where your home is?

190 Forest Avenue, Great Bend, Kansas.

My name is Meghan Gale.

Kat, I got a name and address.

I'm on it.

It was dark.

They held me down.

Let's get these off her.

Okay.

Meghan, tell me about "they."

The machine elves.

Before they came in, the room spun,

and then flowers bursting.

And all the eyes...

The elves had eyes?

A hundred.

Purple and yellow faces.

Oh, and they crawled all over me,

inside me.

Inside you how?

Like they were having sex with me.

I tried to get away,
to get to my friends.

Thanks you, Mrs. Gale.

Your daughter is safe
and in the hospital now.

Once she can talk,
we'll have her give you a call.

You're welcome. Bye-bye.

What was she doing in New York?

Bachelorette party.

And the other girls
didn't report her missing?

Yeah. Some friends.

_

Oh, my God.

Uh, we've been texting Meghan.
Is she okay?

Not really.

When did you see her last?

Saturday night at... at Fiddlesticks

in Greenwich Village.

Were you girls doing any drugs?

No, just fireball shots.

Meghan wanted to call her boyfriend,

we went ahead, she never showed up.

And you didn't think
to call the police?

We were here to party.

It was our first time in New York.

I saw a hawk above me.

I tried to jump
on its back and fly away...

but my hands melted into the headboard.

So you were on a bed.

A woman brought me there.

I thought she was helping me.

How was she helping you?

She got us a chariot,

without a horse.

What about the driver?

He sat on a leopard.

He was nice. He gave me water.

Okay, Captain.

Meghan's still not making any sense.

She said she got into some kind
of chariot with no horse.

Like this?

Pedicab with leopard-print seats.

That could be it.

Traffic cams caught 'em up

at Greenwich and 7th,
and then lost them.

And with the leopard-print seats...

we got an outlier,
it might make him easier to find.

Okay, send that still to Rollins,

- and then we'll start walking.
- Cool.

Yeah, that's her. Anais.

Good, and... and she's the one
who hailed the pedicab?

Yeah, she told him
to take us to her place.

There was an older man there.

White beard, he was like a wizard.

He was teaching.

- Teaching?
- He said...

"Depression is the child
of repression."

Okay, Meghan, are you getting tired?

No. No, no, no.
I don't want to fall back asleep.

What if I go back there?
I don't want to go back to sleep.

It's okay. It's okay,
I'll... I'll stay with you.

Thank you.

Captain, do you have a second?

Excuse me.

Okay, well, your detective was right.

There's a reason
Meghan was so out of it.

- Well, DMT.
- Yeah.

Lab says a hundred times
the usual dose.

Also traces of ketamine.

Anything else?

Well, if I had to guess, GHB.

So too long ago
to show on a tox screen.

- Thank you.
- Okay.

One more thing.

DMT overdose is not
a regular Saturday night,

so I called a Bellevue nurse I know

to see if they had any cases.

She said a girl was brought in

two weeks ago, same tox screen.

- Where can we find her?
- She's still there.

Psych ward. Never came back.

Thank you.

Two victims dosed with DMT?

Meghan Gale and Jane Doe.

She was found two weeks ago, 6:00 a.m.,

wandering, wearing a sheet,

by the fountain at Rockefeller Center.

How did we miss it?

The unis thought
that she was homeless, an EDP.

So they took her to the psych ward.

She hasn't uttered
a coherent sentence since.

Doctor says that she stays
awake for days at a time.

She might be afraid to sleep.

- We have no idea who she is?
- Oh, no.

There's no ID, there's no DNA,
there's no missing persons.

Now, the medical report shows
signs of sexual assault,

and from the tox screen, she was taking

prescription antipsychotics.

What are we looking at here?

It's a man-woman team who...

pick very young victims,

take them to some group house,

drug them with DMT,
rape them, and then...

and then dump them,
in some public space.

Have you ever seen
something like this before?

- Could it be some kind of cult?
- I don't know.

I mean, Meghan says that
she remembers an older man,

talking to the group.

She called him a wizard.

Until we have more answers,

let's try and keep the details
out of the press.

Well, we may not be able to.

Another victim just turned up.

Central Park, off 5th Avenue.

We got a 911 call.

Screaming woman
dumped out of a pedicab.

They get a look at the driver?

Not really. Said he had on a top hat.

We get here, she's blindfolded,
hands tied, nothing on her.

- She say anything?
- Some language I never heard.

Hey, it's okay. It's okay, honey.

We're gonna take care of you, okay?

_

Yes, Chief, she's an
exchange student from Sweden.

Her name is Freja Bergdahl.

This one went missing two days ago.

You know, the roommate says
that she's a good kid,

she's a grad student at Pratt,
not a drug taker.

The trolls kept me in the dark.

They held me down.

They were inside me.

Was anyone with the trolls?

A king.

W-with a white beard.

Like a John Bauer fairy tale.

He ruled the house.

Tell me about the house.

H-how did you get there?

It was bumpy.

You were in a car?

Nej. A bicycle.

Okay. Good, Freja.

Do you remember,

you remember seeing anything else?

We went past a giant stone woman.

And later...

up a high stoop.

Many stairs.

Freja, you're an art student.

All right, you think you can draw the...

the woman and the trolls?

Machine elves, Swedish trolls?

So this girl was also drugged with DMT?

A huge dose, and ketamine.

Both rape kits came back with
semen from multiple donors.

- No hits.
- No criminal records,

not DNA savvy.

Led by a wizard? A king?

Yeah, who has unlimited access to DMT,

tougher to get than cocaine and meth.

You know, shamans in South America

use it to access a higher dimension.

So our wizard gets DMT

through a religious group
or medical research?

We're checking clinical trials to see

if they've had any of the drugs stolen.

Anything else to go on?

Freja remembered passing

a huge stone woman.

Maybe a hallucination.

Or not.

What about the Bust of Sylvette?

- The Picasso statue.
- By the I.M. Pei Towers.

Okay, we'll start a canvass.

Why don't you put Freja in a car,

drive her around, see what comes back?

Um, uh, she's...

she's actually quite traumatized.

I won't tell you
how to do your job, Captain.

Thank you.

But I know you'll be
sensitive to her experience,

and to our needs.

We need a break.

There she is.

The giant stone woman.

Yes.

Yes.

We were here.

Okay.

Okay.

So Freja, is there anything
else that you remember passing?

On the side of the road,

a canopy of floating triangles.

Okay.

There!

Those triangles.

That's the AIDS Memorial.

We are close.

That green wall with the posters?

Turn here.

- It was dark and...
- Okay.

You said that the house
had a high stoop.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, uh, I don't want to do this.

Freja, was it one of these?

- With the red door.
- Okay.

I have to go.

Listen to me. Listen to me, we're done.

We're done. We're done.

It's over, and you're safe.

You're safe, okay?

You're safe.

So the brownstone here
with the red door,

was bought 30 years ago,

by a foundation for radical therapy,

and gifted to Julius Adler
for his institute.

- He's the white-bearded wizard?
- Dr. Julius Adler,

an esteemed professor of Radical
Psychiatry at Tompkins Square,

a prolific author, and...

And a freak.

He uses psychedelics as a cure-all.

In controlled, clinical studies.

I ran the building.
It's got nonprofit status.

Seven complaints over the last year.

Noise, kids partying,

a cello being thrown out
of a third-story window.

And both victims remember
going into that brownstone?

- Can they ID him?
- No,

but Freja was clearly triggered.

Now, she thinks
she remembers the red door

and the high stoop.

She thinks. She also remembered trolls.

There's reason to believe he has DMT

and other psychedelics inside.

But if he's running clinical trials,
that may not be illegal.

Come on, Carisi, you can trust us.

I do, Fin, but every time
I go out on a limb for you guys,

somebody saws it off.

Look, it's an academic institute.

I need some patina of probable cause.

Patina?

That guy was really a cop?

Hey, guys, he's just...
he's just doing his job.

We could take a run at Adler,

- see if he gives us anything.
- That's a good idea.

Kat, Fin, you're off to see the wizard.

Okay.

What's our play?

Well, he's a shrink,
so he's gonna try to read us.

So suss him out, let him talk.

- Yes?
- NYPD.

Are you Julius Adler?

Yes, I am.

Is this about the cello?

Actually, it's about the kidnapping

of three young women.

Oh, that's horrible.

We think they may
have been brought here.

You recognize any of these women?

Uh, no.

No, no.

But we have so many,
uh, students and teachers,

patients coming in and out.

They could've audited a class
or an open house.

Actually, I don't really
think that's it.

They said that they were raped
and drugged here.

Really? Tell me about that.

W-what exactly did they say?

That's confidential.

Oh.

Well, I'm a good therapist,

but even I can't explain
behavior you won't describe.

Well, I can tell you
that they were terrified.

The work that we do here,
uh, pushes boundaries.

Is it possible that while
they were in process, uh,

feelings of helplessness emerged

or traumatic memories resurfaced?

Maybe.

Why don't we come inside
and you could show us

where these memories surfaced?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. I'm assuming

you don't have a warrant?

Uh, like you, I have to
respect confidentiality.

I hope that this was productive.

I heard Adler wasn't helpful.

Nope.

But he did claim that so many students

passed through the
doors of his institute

that he can't keep track of them.

I, um, didn't want
to get into it before,

but back in Atlanta,

when I was going through some stuff,

I took some psych courses
at Georgia State,

and Adler was a guest professor.

I'm telling you, this man...

he's brilliant, empathically,
a real healer.

Whatever happened to those girls,

I can't imagine how he'd be involved.

Rollins, I hear you.

But you and I both know
that that was a long time ago.

- And people change,
- They do.

But it sounds like he still keeps

an open door for his students.

It couldn't hurt to make an approach.

_

Psychiatry has devolved

into social control.

Depression, anxiety are not
symptoms of mental illness.

They are, in truth,

an organic reaction to oppression.

Sexual repression, economic disparity,

misogyny, racism,
these are all part of the root.

And now, as psychiatrists
are fond of saying,

I think this is a good place to stop.

I'll see you all next week.

- Hi, Dr. Adler.
- Yes?

I'm a big admirer of yours.

- Oh.
- Amanda.

I actually took a lecture class
of yours years ago.

Yeah, yes, in, uh, Atlanta, right?

- That's right.
- Yeah.

Well, aren't you a fish out of water.

I-I am.

Guess you could say I was
searching for a bigger pond.

Hmm.

Um, I'm finishing up my master's

in liberation psychiatry,

and all roads still lead to you.

Oh, call me Rome.

And your book, "Oppression,
Repression, Depression,"

it really resonated with me.

Ah, so you're the one who bought it.

Why, are you surprised
your books aren't best sellers?

Pharmaceutical companies,
mainstream psychiatry,

they don't want the truth to get out.

Dad, there's a lot of people
that are waiting for you.

- Oh.
- Oh, I'm... I'm sorry.

Just, um, thanks.

- Yes.
- Thanks.

Amanda?

Um, I don't know
if you're busy later tonight,

but, uh, I'm having
an open house study session.

You're more than welcome to join us.

Yeah.

_

And what about you, Amanda?

Do you feel alienated
from your true self?

- I do a lot of the times.
- Well, we all do.

How long are we gonna let
this guy hit on Rollins?

We're gonna wait for probable cause.

Or machine elves?

Sorry.

I don't believe in regular
psychiatry, let alone this.

I'm with Kat.

Paying someone to listen to you talk?

Guys, please.

Amanda...

our society so suffocates
the human soul,

our distance from true self
so profound,

that we turn to liquor,
uh, to gambling...

Casual sex that just
reinforces our low self-esteem.

But nothing seems to fill the void.

Yes.

Amanda,

the reality that you're
experiencing right now

is not the only reality,

but we're all so programmed,

that we, uh, we can't even
access the pathways

in our own brains.

Oh, here we go.

- What's up with that van?
- You know...

primitive cultures understood this.

They had a life built around ritual...

White male.

Look like our pedicab driver?

To allow them to enter a dream state.

Amanda...

Industrial tanks.

- Maybe ether?
- I knew it.

They're cooking their own drugs.

And you can experience it too.

I'm not sure that's such a good idea.

Amanda.

Don't be afraid
to swim past the breakers.

We lost visual. Let's move.

Fin!

Put your hands where I can see 'em!

- Get 'em up!
- This is all legal.

NYPD!

Drugs down. Hands up.

This is an academic seminar.

We have a right
to freedom of inquiry here.

You have a right to remain silent.

Anything you say can
and will be used against you.

- Dad?
- It's okay, hon.

- It's okay.
- Rollins, are you okay?

- Yeah, I didn't inhale.
- Are you sure?

Wait, you're a cop?

Captain, everyone goes?

Everyone goes until we find out

who's a vic and who's a perp.

Let's go, gentlemen. Stand up, please.

Stand up. On your feet.

Nice and easy. Nice and easy.

Hands up.

Meghan's hawk.

Rollins.

- Rollins.
- Hmm?

Hey.

So...

Where, uh, did you go, Amanda?

Excuse me?

Well, I saw the light
come on in your eyes,

your soul leave its cage.

You were on your journey.

So I'm curious,

where did you go?

What the hell is he doing?

She's just letting him
establish rapport.

Uh-huh.

Who else did we pick up?

We're a family.

Maybe not the Brady Bunch,

but that was an artificial construct

to make us all conform.

Your father tell you that?

And more.

Every day since I was three,
when my mother died.

He sacrificed everything
to take care of me.

What he's built and taught.

No one can take that away.

Which is what, exactly?

How to be whole.

People come to him searching
for an alternative path.

So she's drunk the Kool-Aid too.

Do we have anybody else?

Caleb, the pedicab driver,

and ten others who are all on video

taking a hit from the pipe.

Adler swears there were no assaults.

No surprise there.
What do the victims say?

Uh, victim.
Freja went back to Stockholm.

So Meghan ID'd Anais and Caleb,

and she remembers Adler
giving a lecture.

But after that, machine elves.

We got any DNA hits from the men?

Not yet, but... they're in front of it.

They claim it was a mutual

psychonautic sexual exploration.

- Translation, consensual?
- Yeah.

Okay, so this guy claims
academic freedom,

but the truth is, he's a puppet master

who gets his acolytes
to rape and torture girls.

- I don't think that's what this is.
- Oh, yeah?

So Meghan wanted to dig her own grave,

run around half-naked in a bed sheet?

Caleb's parents are here.

We drove down from Syracuse
as soon as we heard.

Caleb, he's... he's had his problems.

Oh, with depression, self-harm.

Caleb's not even
taking classes anymore.

It's like he's in a cult.

Okay.

When did... when did he meet Dr. Adler?

Um...

Freshman year after he moved here,

about six years ago.

At first, he used to call us
all the time.

Now not even on holidays.

Did you... did you ever
try to bring him back?

We had an intervention.
We brought in our minister.

I-I-I emptied my retirement fund

just to pay for a deprogrammer, but...

nothing worked.

All we wanted...

was to protect him.

You... try to do

everything right.

But I don't know if my son
will ever come back.

These kids come from, uh...

abusive homes, repressive schools.

They arrive, uh, totally disconnected,

- unable to feel.
- I get all that,

but how do you go from there
to gang rape?

Rape? This is... no, no.

This is about cutting
through their armor,

freeing their libido.

Look, I-I-I'm not angry at you, Amanda,

for pretending
to be interested in my work.

That ruse was... that was your job.

But did you actually read
anything I wrote?

Yeah, I read
every single one of your books.

Then why are you asking
the wrong questions?

What fear is blocking you

from feeling what I know is inside you?

Don't do that, Doctor,

'cause I am the only friend
you have in here.

Friend?

I am offering you the chance

to journey to dimensions

you can't imagine,

and your reaction is to play
the "good cop" card?

I am so disappointed.

- Hmm.
- Really.

I would like to leave unless
I'm being charged with a crime.

Yes, actually.

Possession, for now.

Well, that won't stand.

I have a government-approved grant

for research into DMT.

My institute is a de facto
extension of the university.

But if the Great Purge must proceed,

then proceed it must.

_

So Adler's a false prophet.

To paraphrase Joseph Campbell,

the mystic swims in the same water

in which the psychotic drowns.

Even so, his students,

still believe everything he feeds them.

And the daughter thinks he's a saint.

The mother died when she was three,

so he raised her.

Something happened to Adler.

Twenty years ago he was

one of the foremost authorities

in liberation psychiatry.

Okay, well, whatever
alternate reality he's in,

this reality, he's guilty

of either conspiracy to
rape or sex trafficking.

- I agree. Charge him with both.
- How?

Who am I gonna put on the stand? Caleb?

Meghan and her elves?

Charge Anais. Flip her.

She won't turn on him. They're sutured.

Or maybe that's just another
alternate reality he's created.

I found a marriage certificate.

Adler married Kathleen Bell in '94,

but no obituary, no death certificate.

Well, if she's not deceased...

then where is she?

Find out.

Kathleen Bell Adler.

Admitted in '97.

She was a brilliant clinician

until she was found naked in
the middle of Harvard Square.

What was her diagnosis?

Hallucinogenic-induced psychosis

with underlying paranoid schizophrenia.

- Can she communicate?
- Intermittently.

This week, she's been having
agitated conversations

with someone who's not there,
about her daughter.

Her daughter doesn't know
that her mother is even alive.

Anais? Kathleen's worried about her.

Does her husband, Dr. Adler, visit?

- No one's ever visited her.
- Ever?

At least not since I've been on staff.

That's going on 15 years now.

What's her prognosis?

After all this time here?

No one reintegrates from that.

Thank you, Doctor.

Adler did this to her.

- We don't know that.
- I do.

Hey, Rollins, I know
that you have a blind spot

for men that you think
are smarter than you...

No, I just want to ask him
about his wife.

Can I... can I actually
trust you with him?

Who else is gonna get through?

I mean, you, Fin, Carisi?
Okay, he thinks...

he thinks you're all
so covered in armor,

that you'll never open up.

No offense.

Oh.

So by, uh,
altering my external reality,

you think you'll alter my responses.

Is that it?

I want to ask you about your wife.

My wife?

She's gone.

Gone, but not dead.

I'd ask you to, uh,
leave my wife alone.

Like you have?

Okay, time...

in this world, in this plane,

has stopped for her.

She's well taken care of,

but the, uh, the kind of break
that she suffered,

there's... there's no return.

The journeys you took her on,
she can't get back.

That was not the cause.

Kathleen battled demons her whole life.

Her parents treated their dogs
better than they treated her.

How?

'Cause she was
a-a well-regarded doctor...

No, no. Not my fault.

Her father raped her
when she was a child.

She completely dissociated
from herself to survive.

By the time she came to me,
she'd already seen,

and been failed by, a dozen therapists.

So you were her doctor.

Initially, yes, for a psych evaluation.

After a suicide attempt.

And you slept with her?

Later.

Yes, after I'd begun treating her.

With the hallucinogens?

And love.

And positive sexual energy.

She was so depersonalized,
so derealized,

the only way to heal her wounds

was to go back to their cause

and reprogram her response.

Reenacting?

Yes.

And I can tell you,
it did work for a time.

We were happy. We conceived a child.

But as Anais grew,
Kathleen flooded with memories.

The abuse had started earlier

than she'd let herself remember.

I did everything I could.

But you lost her.

Yes.

And since then, I have...

dedicated my life
to saving other victims.

That's...

that's what I want to hear about.

Oh, so many of them.

It's more common than you realize.

Freud knew it early on in his work.

He... he...

he saw how pervasive
child sex assault was,

but academia wouldn't
even discuss incest.

So he categorized their
memories as childhood fantasy.

- The Oedipus complex.
- Yes.

The original sin of psychotherapy.

So these students aren't drugging

and assaulting these women, it's...

therapy.

These young people are drawn to us.

They... they have deep wounds.

Now, by... by altering

their perception of reality,

while reenacting their abuse,

I am able to reconnect them
with their true selves.

True selves?

Did that help the woman in...
in Bellevue?

Because she may never come back.

- Just like your wife,
- No!

- who may never...
- No! Not my fault!

Not my fault!

They are... they are broken.

I-I try to save them.

You know this, Kathleen.

I...

Okay, all right, they have
sent you to silence me?

That's not what's going on
here, Doctor.

You... you were brilliant.

And look what's happened to your mind.

My mind has evolved.

That is why people
are so threatened by me.

Who is out there?

The AMA? American Psychiatric?

How many forces conspire against me?

Big Pharma? You said yourself.

They're only interested in drugs

in order to numb the soul.

Who is out there?

No one's behind that glass
but my captain.

"Oh Captain, my Captain.

"Our fearful trip is done.

"The ship has weather'd every rack,

the prize we sought is won."

Dr. Adler, come back. Stay with me.

No, no, no, no, that...

That is the last thing I will do.

I will not sit there with you
and eat green eggs and ham.

I will not give a false confession.

I will not be complicit

in our society's bloodlust
for scapegoats!

Dr. Adler, you can't go out that way.

- You can't go out that way.
- Too late.

Going, going, gone!

- Calm down.
- Gone! Gone!

Come down.

Slow down, calm.

- Calm down.
- Gone! Gone!

Come back here. It's okay.

Come, come, come.

Come.

There she is!

Oh, my beautiful bride!

Oh, Kathleen!

- Kathleen!
- It's okay.

Oh, my beautiful bride.
My beautiful bride.

Kathleen, how was your day?

Tell me about your day, please.

May I sit with you?

Please, just for a moment.

It's just us now. Just us.

I've got an ambulance on the way.

Could this be an elaborate act?

If you ask me, he's just escaped.

There you are.

Hey, what's up?

Um, I went and checked on Adler.

He's been at Bellevue
for the last three days

and hasn't eaten, spoken, slept.

He's completely unresponsive.

It's not a ruse.

Well, even so, I still plan on

arraigning him and his disciples,

including Anais.
What they did to those women...

I hear you.

Just, can you give me 24 hours
before you arraign Anais?

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

Thanks.

Hey, Rollins,
if you don't mind me asking.

What's your deal with this guy?

I wanted to hear his side of the story.

I had no idea how far gone he was.

There was a time that...

I was lost and...

thought he had the answers,
I wanted to learn from him.

I wanted to follow him.

Yeah, but you didn't.

You were smart, Rollins.

- Hmm.
- Hey.

You dodged a bullet.

Yeah.

_

Will she know who I am?

She's been here 20 years.

You can't expect too much.

I didn't even know she was alive.

The doctor understands.

If you're not up for this,

we can turn around right now.

She's my mother.

Kathleen?

Mom? It's me.

Anais.

Yes.

Do you mind if I sit?

Are you okay?

Am I?

I don't know.

Your father and I
were just talking about you.

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