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I love it when you wear blue.

I mean, I love you in anything,

but you wore blue that first time I saw you.

So anytime I see you in blue, it reminds me of how I felt at that moment.

Now, I never really knew what being alive was until I saw you.

You unlocked something inside me that day.

Something I didn't even realize was there.

And right then I knew that nothing in my life was ever gonna be the same.

In that moment I was transformed permanently.

You did that.

My job is to access and interpret data to produce analytical results.

I did that job.

Taking your frustration out on me will not alter the results.

You're quite within your rights to take your business to another bank.

Another analyst may interpret the data more to your liking,

but they'd be doing a bad job. Good morning.

What?

Nothing.

Jill, what?

Nothing.

I just hope he likes vinegar more than he likes honey.

She.

Oh.

Well, then.

- Hey. - Hi.

Have a seat.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

So... That report...

That report is faultless.

You are every bit as good as I'd hoped you'd be.

I appreciate that.

You're gonna do really well here.

- I'm certainly gonna try. - Good.

Good, good, good.

So...

The ABA conference is the last week of September.

Two nights at the Hyatt Regency

in New Orleans.

And...

We should go.

We should go.

I think I need a little more experience.

Well, I can help you with that.

- I should get back to work. - Good.

Good, good, good.

Of my new friends, I'd say Jill's probably the closest.

We go out after work almost every night.

- How's your boss? - He's great. I mean,

he has really high standards, and he's really demanding.

But when he says you got something right, you know you got it right.

Which is really rewarding, especially because it is so competitive here.

I suppose that explains why you're eating your lunch in such a rush.

Yeah. Hey, at least it's green.

But I kind of do have to get going.

I just wanted to let you know everything is great.

I couldn't be happier.

Yeah, now that you're 450 miles away from me

and everyone else you've ever known.

Don't do that.

It was a fantastic opportunity. I couldn't say no.

Besides, you know what an impulsive girl I am.

Hey, I got to go. Okay?

Love you. Bye.

Yeah, that's me.

Down and...

Mmm.

- Sawyer Valentini. - Mmm-hmm.

What a name.

Sawyer Valentini.

- It's a sexy-ass name. - Thanks.

I'm named after my grandfather on my mother's side.

Yeah.

He died of eye cancer.

Oh, shit. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean...

Your little face.

That was you being funny?

Hey, if we can't laugh at cancer, who are we?

- That's dark. - Hail Satan.

- Promise me one thing, Jesse. - It's Mark.

Yeah. Tonight's gonna go how you want it to go.

It's not even a question.

But afterwards, you don't call me.

You don't contact me. It's like we never met.

You good with that?

Yeah. Jesse's so good with that.

So, this is my apartment.

Yeah. And, um, this is my, uh, room.

Fuck. Fuck!

- What the fuck? - Oh, my God!

I thought that's what you said you wanted. You initiated it.

Oh, fuck. No.

Your life slips away from you. You know?

Changing your phone number and your email becomes normal.

Changing your lunch hour every day becomes normal.

Second-guessing every single thing you say

in case it might be misinterpreted, normal.

Taking out a restraining order, normal.

Relocating to another city, normal.

But you still see your stalker everywhere?

Rationally, I know that this is my neuroses

colluding with my imagination to manifest my worst fears.

I know that.

But I'm not rational.

I'm alone in a strange city.

And, uh...

I never feel safe.

Not for one minute.

So what do I do?

Where do I go?

Or maybe I just surrender and accept that this is my life.

That doesn't sound like much of a life.

No. Not one that I wanna keep on living.

Do you often have thoughts like that, Sawyer?

Thoughts like, uh...

Not wanting to keep living.

- Like suicide? - Yes.

Do you ever think about taking your own life?

I have in the past.

And did you ever give a thought as to how you'd do it?

Do you know the therapeutic index?

It's, um...

It's a ratio that measures the blood concentration

of if a drug is toxic or when it's effective.

The larger the therapeutic index, the safer the drug.

The smaller, the more dangerous.

That's how I'd see myself spending my final hours.

Testing drugs.

That's pretty specific.

Yeah, well, my dad always said,

"Why would you trust someone to do a big job if they can't do a small one?"

There's some more forms you need to fill out. Just routine.

What, that's it? I'm cured?

Well, we can discuss treatment options when you finish the paperwork.

Well, I'd really like to book another appointment with you.

You're a really good listener.

And I'm obviously the first person to tell you that.

Do I need to read every comma and semicolon?

It's up to you. Like I said, it's a boilerplate.

Privacy disclosures, liability. That kind of thing.

I finished my homework.

If the counselor has a half-hour for me sometime next week?

Please have a seat, Ms. Valentini.

Someone will be with you shortly to discuss the next steps.

No, we just discussed the next step. So...

It should just take a minute.

Okay.

- Sawyer Valentini? - Yes.

I'm Dennis. Please follow me.

What? Look, I don't have a lot of time. I should be back at work. So...

What am I doing in here?

I need to look through your bag.

Why?

Don't worry, you're not being singled out.

I look through everyone's bag, it's procedure.

Okay.

Uh, excuse me, that's my stuff.

Good afternoon. I'm Nurse Boles.

Can you strip down to your underwear for me?

Please, take off your clothes down to your underwear.

And remove all your jewelry.

Do you understand?

- If you need help removing your clothes... - What?

To check for identifying marks.

Scars, birthmarks, moles.

It's to protect you, the other patients and the hospital.

I'm not sure what's happening here.

The nursing assessment includes a head-to-toe skin examination.

It's a hospital-wide policy. There's nothing invasive about it.

Look, I have to go. I'm gonna be late for work, so...

- The door's locked. - For your privacy.

I need you to take off your clothes down to your underwear,

and remove all your jewelry.

There's nothing wrong with me.

I just needed to talk to someone, and the counselor said that I...

Did she tell you to do this?

Ms. Valentini, are you refusing to cooperate?

What happens if I do?

It would be better for everyone,

but especially yourself, if you just do as I ask.

Turn around.

Lift your arms.

That's all. Put this on.

Can I go now? I've done everything that you asked.

You're upset.

Take these.

And then I get to go?

You'll feel better.

Follow me.

There's been some kind of mistake.

Your name is Sawyer Valentini.

You know that already.

By signing this, you've consented to voluntary commitment for 24 hours.

No.

The counselor said the forms were routine.

You signed it.

Look...

You're just doing your job.

And you've been so considerate

of my feelings and my well-being.

And you're right.

I signed those papers.

I'm here by my own volition, it's for my own good.

Can I ask, do you think I could just make a phone call?

Just to let my family know that I'm okay.

Let them know where I am.

You get a phone call. That's allowed.

Oh, you're so nice.

You're saying you want your phone call now?

Yes.

Yes, that is what I'm saying. Oh, my God, it's like you read my mind.

Yes. Hi, my name is Sawyer Valentini.

I am at Highland Creek Behavioral Health facility.

I am being held here against my will.

Please send help.

Thank you.

I'll be out of here in like 20 minutes.

Do you know how many calls the cops get like that every week?

Those are from crazy people.

Let's go back to the ward.

No, I'm not going anywhere until the cops show up.

Can you stop taking notes?

I have rights.

Don't make me ask again.

Hey, Allison.

How's your baby?

How's your baby?

Hey, Allison, the baby?

Hey!

Fuck!

Oh, what?

You think you're too good to talk to me now, Allison?

Oh, my name's not Allison, but, yeah.

Yeah, I am too good to talk to you.

Okay.

Hey, bitch!

Listen, when you fall asleep, I'm gonna cut your hair off.

- All of your hair. - Oh, yeah?

Mmm-hmm.

With what?

They let you anywhere near sharp objects? I doubt that very much.

Oh, God. You're scaring me to death, you fucking mental patient!

I'll be thinking about you when I'm back in my own bed in my own house

getting ready to go to my own job.

Calling her a mental patient isn't helpful.

We need to support each other.

Yeah. Well, support me by not talking to me, or looking at me.

I shouldn't even be in here.

Yeah, so, uh...

You got put in here by mistake, I'm guessing?

Yeah. Yeah,

that's right and the cops are on their way right now to get me out.

The cops are on their way to take you out of here. Really?

- They said that? - Yeah.

In those words, specifically to you?

Liar, liar, liar.

Oh!

- Oh, man. - Evening, Dolores.

Hi, Steve. How you doing?

Steve's partner.

Another night, another 10-75.

Yeah. Second floor called down.

I've got her admission form here.

Got any coffee, Dolores?

It's in the break room, Steve. Help yourself.

Steve's partner can't have any.

What's your favorite coffee, Dolores?

- Mmm, expresso. - Expresso?

- Expresso. - Expresso?

I just got one of those new Nespresso machines.

- I like it. I like black coffee. - Oh...

- Little bit of cream. You like cream? - No.

- Hmm. - I like just sugar.

- Lots of sugar. - Lots of sugar?

- Uh-huh. - I gotta do Splenda.

I love coffee.

- Maybe... - You know what? Your coffee sucks.

You're just so mad I won't let you have any.

Oh, I could get some if I wanted to.

We both know that.

Have a good night, Steve.

Not Steve's partner.

Wake up. Wake up!

Wake up!

Wake up!

It's like a paid intern.

You let it do all the stuff around your house, kick around, some shit.

Yeah, why not?

- Really? - I've done that. I've adopted them.

I'm like Drake. Yeah.

What does Drake do?

He adopts strippers.

- He adopts them? - Yeah...

Builds them a little home, their own little communities.

Like... You ever seen gnomes? It was like that...

Must feel good to be back in your own bed?

Your own house.

Getting ready to go back to your own job.

Hey.

I'm Jacob.

Move.

Let me out!

There's been some kind of mistake.

I'm not supposed to be in here!

I'm locked up in here with fucking psycho rapists!

Fucking...

The cops are on their way.

I need to get out of here right now.

You fucking bitch!

No!

No, I... What the fuck was that?

We don't hit them back. She does that again, she goes downstairs.

No, I don't want. I don't... Ow!

Allison pissed the bed, y'all.

Hi, Sawyer.

Just coffee, nothing to eat?

Good summation.

How was your night? Are you settling in okay?

I'm not settling in anywhere.

I'm going home today.

Dr. Hawthorne asked me to bring you to have a talk with him about that.

Finally, a real doctor.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

They're all good points.

Really. Good points. Absolutely.

Uh, tell Diane we're on the same page. And it won't happen again.

Really? This is a good thing.

To be continued. Okay.

- All right. Bye. - Sorry.

Dr. Hawthorne, uh...

You can see I don't belong here.

You know there's been some kind of mistake.

I can't spend another day here.

I can't spend another minute. I have a job.

- I have a life. - Yes.

Well, we want you to get back to enjoying that life.

Really. That's our goal.

Good. So what can I do to give you one less patient to worry about?

Well, it says here that

you've been assessed as a danger to yourself and to others.

So that means more observation.

Doctor, look at me.

Look at me.

Doctor, I have a wonderful support system around me.

I have family, I have friends, coworkers, I have neighbors.

The best thing for me is to be surrounded by the people I love.

Now, did I indicate to the counselor that I sometimes,

occasionally feel down?

Sure, I did. But everybody does.

I'm building a new life for myself, Doctor.

I'm meeting new people, I run.

I'm going to adopt a rescue dog.

That's what's gonna help me.

Not being stuck in here.

Give my bed to someone who needs it.

Doctor.

Uh, yeah. But you see, um, it says here that

you assaulted a staff member.

He looked like someone I knew.

Yes. But it says here that you attacked him.

Uh...

No, I was under a lot of stress.

- The police were supposed to come. - And it says here that

you assaulted a male patient.

- Uh, Jacob. - No, he...

No.

Look, I had a rough night.

But look at me now.

Right.

So because of the multiple acts of violence,

we're looking at another seven days.

What?

Seven days?

I need to take this. Uh...

To be continued.

Yeah. Hello, Diane. How are you?

Okay, Hayley. I'll take it from here.

First thing we do in these meetings is go over the Highland Creek rules book.

Maximum use of a public phone is 10 minutes.

No smuggling food or drink into the ward.

Uh, no touching the other patients.

Masturbating in their hair is fine.

That word, that got you, okay. Yeah.

We use these meetings to go over our daily goals.

Hmm. My goal today is to be friendly and helpful to everyone.

Amazing, amazing.

Hmm.

Okay. Excuse me, y'all, for one second.

Maybe I need to make my consultations one-on-one.

What about you?

What are your daily goals?

Finding someone to believe I don't belong in here.

Oh...

You're no different from anybody else in here.

You gave them an in.

- What are you talking about? - Not now. Later. Okay?

Okay.

They brought up suicide, you bit. That's all they need.

They got beds, you got insurance.

But I'm fine. I just needed to talk to somebody.

Yeah, that's why Highland Creek and all the other Highland Creeks

and Tumbling Pines and Cedar Valleys

under the ADS Health Enterprises umbrella exist.

You talk, they find a way to keep you and get you admitted.

And you stay locked up.

Until Aetna, Blue Cross,

Medicaid, or whoever insures you, will pay.

As soon as the money runs out, you're cured.

- But that's... - Business. Business.

Highland Creek is just like any other business in America.

They've got a number to hit every month.

They need to admit as many patients to fill those beds to get that money.

You know the law of averages suggests

that a percentage of the patients admitted to Highland Creek

are in actual need of psychiatric care?

It also suggests

- that a higher percentage... - Are just like me.

They're locking up sane people. For profit.

Yeah.

I'm here for seven days because my insurance company approved it.

Boom.

It's not that bad.

I mean, it's inhuman. But compared to where you could've landed...

Tumbling Pines streams meth addict cage matches.

This place has got Hayley.

Plus some less-qualified, motivated employees.

There's really no comparison.

And if you hook up with the right people,

you don't got to worry about weed, booze, porn.

Whatever you use to make life seem less of a crushing void.

I, myself, am in the throes of kicking an opioid addiction, so...

Keep that shit away from me.

Final words. Do your time, keep your head down.

God, you're talking to me like we're in prison.

You're welcome.

Don't cause any scenes, don't make any enemies.

Find a community, learn how to live with the routine.

You'll be home before you know it.

If you've got any questions, come find me.

Mmm-hmm.

Oh...

No.

No way.

You can't be anywhere near me.

This won't work.

The Boston cops have got a record of the restraining order.

I hope following me all the way here was worth it,

because you're going to jail.

Move, Allison.

George Shaw, is that what you're calling yourself?

This man is called David Strine.

And he's been following me, and calling me,

and texting me, and showing up at my job,

and breaking into my fucking house.

Take your meds and move on.

No, I'm not going anywhere until the cops haul his ass into jail.

George, did you do or say anything to provoke the patient?

Stop calling him that. His name is David.

He's followed me all the way here from Boston.

I've never even been to Boston.

I am a Sox fan.

You're a fucking liar!

I want my phone.

I've saved all the text messages that you send me.

All the really, really sick ones. Do you remember, David?

All the ones where you said you'd kill yourself

- if you couldn't have me. - She's gone crazy.

She's crazy.

Maybe I should go back to the other ward.

Not doing any good here.

No one is fucking buying this, Strine.

- It's George. - No, I get it.

It's not hard to get a job here. You don't need qualifications.

You don't need fucking training!

I want my fucking phone call!

I'm calling the cops and I want him arrested.

Your phone privileges have been suspended.

- Come on. No, no, no. - I don't wanna...

I don't wanna be in here with you! I fucking hate you!

I fucking hate you!

No, I'm telling you the truth. I swear to God.

Get your hands off me!

He's lying.

He's fucking lying!

Oh, Jesus.

You're hurting my arm!

Get off! No!

- Get off! - Get on that side.

It's like you didn't listen to a word I said.

You keep this up and you'll be spending

the rest of your time down in the basement.

You said you wanted to help me,

so help me out of this.

Good night.

Yeah.

Yeah, this story is gonna be like the biggest story ever.

Yeah, I've got evidence. I've got everything I need.

Finally. Just come and just shut it down.

Yeah, man.

Yeah.

Let me call you back.

I don't know. She's like... A little tricky, this one.

Sometimes she responds to me, sometimes she doesn't.

- Yeah. - You know what I mean?

- Hey. - What?

Give it back, you thief. You took my last pack of cigarettes...

- No, I didn't. - Where did you put 'em?

I was in fucking restraints, you idiot!

Hey!

- Fuck me! - Oh, well done, Violet.

Sawyer, based on what it says here,

you are one incident away from being sent to the basement.

Look, I was sexually assaulted.

Where is the outrage? Where is my advocate?

Who do I report this to?

And what's in the basement?

What's in the basement?

Solitary confinement.

Oh, my God, send me there right fucking now.

My stalker. You've read the counselor's notes.

You know who I'm talking about. He's here.

He's got himself a job in the fucking hospital.

I talked to the second floor about George.

No, he's not called George.

We did a thorough background check.

Yeah, you did a thorough background check on George.

I'm telling you, he isn't called George. His name is David Strine.

I'm trying to tell you... You're not even listening to me.

I'm trying to tell you that the man...

And I'm adding a course of Risperidone and lithium to your meds.

What's that for?

To keep you from hurting anyone else. And yourself.

You serious?

That's your diagnosis?

You're sedating me?

When I've just told you there's a predator

who's followed me here from another city.

You should be protecting me.

What medication are you on?

That's funny. Yes. Well, to be continued.

Hi, I'm Jacob.

Sawyer.

Listen, I just want to apologize again,

if I said or did anything to upset you.

I see the doctor's put a little something extra in there.

I really hope it helps.

I hope someone cuts your balls off and stuffs them down your throat.

- What? - Don't fucking touch me.

You motherfucker!

It's him! It's him! I'm telling you it's Strine.

No, no, no, listen, he's been in my mom's house.

He's been to my fucking mom's house and stolen her mail.

I'm not fucking crazy!

No! Fuck you!

No!

Let me use it.

Excuse me?

Your cell phone.

I saw you. I know you have one.

That's a major infraction of the rules.

But, guess what, I don't care, as long as I get to use it.

- Otherwise, I tell everyone. - Yeah.

Your credibility is sky-high around here.

What, you really wanna take that chance?

You call the cops again,

they'll do nothing. Again.

- But take my cell phone. - I'm not calling the cops.

- I promise. - Hmm.

And I'll suck your dick.

Five minutes. Don't get caught.

- Hello. - Oh, Mom, it's me.

Sawyer, where have you been?

It's been three days since you called.

Yeah. Mom...

I expected to see your face on a milk carton.

Mom, I'm in a bit of trouble.

How much do you need?

No, no. It's not that, Mom.

Look, I haven't got a lot of time, okay? I need you to listen.

Just don't panic.

But I've been involuntarily committed to a facility called Highland Creek,

here in Pennsylvania.

They said I was suicidal. But I swear to God, Mom, I'm not.

It's just an insurance scam.

Listen, there's this guy I never told you about.

When I was in Boston, there was this guy who...

There was this guy who, he was kind of stalking me.

What do you mean, "kind of stalking you"?

Mom, he got himself a job. He got himself a job at the facility.

He's there in the hospital with you?

- Yeah. - Well, have you told the doctors?

Have you called the police?

Mom, no one fucking believes me.

Sorry, I'm... They drugged me and they tied me to a bed.

And I'm here for seven days, and no one's helping me.

Oh, my God. Sawyer.

Look, you know I'd never bother you with this

if I could find a way out, but I just can't.

What's the name of that hospital?

Uh, Highland Creek.

It's, um, off Highway 90.

I don't know the exact address. Mom, I've got to go. I love you.

Rain check on the blowjob.

I wish I could go one day without hearing that.

I want to see my daughter!

Get her out here now!

I'm not leaving, and I'm only gonna get louder.

So you probably should do something.

She didn't know what she was signing.

I want her released immediately. She's coming home with me.

Mrs. Valentini, I understand your concern.

But right now, this is the best place for Sawyer.

Stuck in a hospital with her stalker is the best place for her?

Repeat that.

I think you need to talk to Administration.

Highland Creek is a very ethical organization, Mrs. Valentini.

The decision regarding Sawyer's admission was made by an attending psychiatrist,

in consultation with members of our clinical treatment team.

Are you gonna release her?

Sawyer is absolutely free to leave

once we're convinced that she no longer

poses a clear threat to herself and others.

She doesn't.

You only made her think she does,

so you could describe her as suicidal on your insurance claim.

Let's focus

on the positive work we do here at Highland Creek.

I have letters, and emails, and phone messages

all attesting to the ways we've turned patients' lives around.

I'd be happy to share some with you.

I'm calling a lawyer.

You're quite within your rights.

As am I to contact our team, but...

Is that really in Sawyer's best interest?

Seriously, I'm concerned

that coming off as frivolously litigious might

adversely affect Sawyer's current employment situation.

She hasn't been in that job for long.

And it might make potential future employers apprehensive.

Are we willing to risk your daughter's future?

Can I at least see her?

I mean, if I could just see for myself that she's all right.

I mean, this place does have visiting hours, doesn't it?

- Of course. - Could I at least have one visit?

Of course.

I mean, you've arrived just at the end of visiting hours, but...

I can give you 20 minutes.

So this is what it takes to get you to call and ask for help?

Sorry, Mom.

- You don't have to apologize. - Yes, I do.

I should've told you about all this.

Should've told you about Strine.

The real reason I moved.

Is he here now?

'Cause I'll haul him out of here myself.

No.

He works the night shift.

No visitors at night. Stalker logic.

I'm getting you out.

That idiot doctor and that bitch of an administrator can't stop me.

I'll go to the police,

to the FBI. I'll hire the most expensive lawyer in the world,

whatever it takes. You're coming home with me.

How are you otherwise? You look tired.

I'd love to just be tired.

Mom, I'm scared.

What else can I do for you?

What's with these clothes?

Unacceptable.

They're probably not even laundered properly.

I'll bring you some of mine. I always pack too much.

Hey.

Listen to me. I am getting you out.

You are coming back home and this man, this stalker is done harassing you.

I just need one thing from you, Sawyer.

This.

You and me talking.

Tell me the truth.

No more walls. You've been building walls since Dad.

Yeah.

Yeah, that was hard, but, uh, this is different, Mom. I promise.

You're a tough kid.

You always have been, but...

I'm your mother.

Let me help you.

So, how do I reach you in here?

Well, my phone privileges have been suspended.

But that guy's phone I called you from, Nate...

Call him and he'll find me, or I'll catch up with you.

Where are you staying?

Uh, I'm at the Luck Star Inn down the road, just two minutes.

I will mobilize the troops.

And I'll be back in a couple of hours with fresh clothes

and an army of cops and lawyers.

Hang in there, sweetheart.

The cavalry's coming.

I understand, Mrs. Valentini.

But there's nothing we can do

unless you have proof that a crime has been committed.

I'm sorry.

Pennsylvania state law mandates

that a patient can only be held

on involuntary commitment for seven days without a court order.

And look, they're not going to go to the hassle of getting a court order

after her insurance stops paying.

Is it inconvenient? Sure.

Should something be done to stop it happening?

Absolutely.

As your lawyer, is it my priority getting Sawyer back into your care?

It's number one.

Keep me in a loop about the situation.

If you think there's legal cause to intercede, I'll get right on it.

Hello?

Did you just hang up on me?

Hey, everybody.

Come on down.

- What are you doing here? - Hello, Sawyer.

Just picking up an extra shift.

It's nice to see you all during the daytime.

I know.

Crayons.

Where the fuck have they put... Where...

Get out! Fuck! Where?

Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!

Sawyer. Sawyer.

Calm down. Calm down, Sawyer.

Calm down.

No...

Maintenance!

What the fuck?

I didn't call maintenance.

We're checking all the AC units, ma'am.

There was a critical fault in the wiring in one of the other rooms.

Nearly started an electrical fire.

Just to be safe.

Thank you. This'll just take a minute.

We had an issue with the Valentini girl.

She got a mega dose of methylphenidate this morning

instead of her Risperidone and lithium.

My Lord.

I'm still not sure how it happened.

Everybody's so overworked around here.

I'm sure an oversight is bound to happen every now and again.

- Is she okay? - Better now.

But it can't happen again.

Double-check the meds

against Dr. Hawthorne's list for each and every patient.

Of course, understood.

If something like this happens again, we could all lose our jobs.

Nurse, I won't let you down.

This job means the world to me.

I know.

Your work ethic is unreal.

You're here day and night. We could use more like you.

- You're a gift from God, George. - Yeah.

Just trying to make sure all these folks get the help that they deserve.

Hey.

So, uh...

I think you broke the TV.

No.

God, I didn't mean to.

I love TV.

- I must be insane. - Oh, no, no.

You're not insane.

I know the difference between people

who are supposed to be here and the people that end up here,

and you're definitely in column two.

I feel like I belong in column one.

Oh...

What? Come on.

You didn't think so yesterday. So what changed?

What did you want to be when you were a kid?

- Me? Shit. - Mmm.

I wanted to be an astronaut.

Yep. But I found out that, you know,

you had to deal with all these numbers and shit and I'm trash at math, so...

Didn't work out.

- There's still time. - Yeah, I'm sure there is.

Go to University of Phoenix, right? Maybe I'll do that sometime.

What about you?

It's too late for me.

I was gonna be this renegade medical student

who was able to pinpoint diseases

that all the old traditional surgeons couldn't see.

- Oh, okay. - Mmm. It's a nice fantasy.

But I had no follow-through.

I had the ambition, but I didn't have the drive or the dedication to make it.

I couldn't even make it through pre-med.

Mmm.

I had to switch majors when I was a junior.

But I still wanted to do something, you know, so...

I volunteered at a hospice.

- Uh... Well... - Mmm.

That's where I met David Strine.

"Most companies settled with the government.

"But several era cases involving more than two dozen power plants

"in the South and Midwest are still pending.

"The remaining suits demand fines for the past..."

He was nice, you know?

Quiet, uncomfortable.

And I felt bad.

I mean, how do you spend two hours a week talking to your father who doesn't even

recognize you?

My father died when I was 15.

Respiratory failure.

- I'm sorry. - No one saw it coming.

So while I was fantasizing about being the savior who would

pull his father back to clarity,

David was having his own fantasies.

He would want us to be together.

Okay, let's talk about Sawyer Valentini in Boston. Year zero.

Um... Obviously, I would recommend

sensors on all your doors and windows,

and I would swap the terrace doors out for a steel core door.

Um...

Update your deadbolts.

I want to talk to you about situational awareness.

Okay. Where is the nearest police station? Where is the nearest fire station?

These are things that should always be right on the tip of your tongue.

Yeah, parking. I know you have parking in the rear of the building

with a back entrance. I'm gonna ask you not to use that anymore.

I know it's convenient,

but I would advocate selling your car and using a ride service.

If you can't or won't do that,

I would say park on the street.

Preferably under a light source.

And come back and walk through this courtyard here where people can see you.

With your keys in your hand, by the way.

You want your keys always in your hand.

You don't want to be digging around in your purse in the dark for your keys.

Um, and I'll talk to you about

and help you with a go-bag.

You know, just cash, credit cards, uh, change of clothes,

flashlight, charger, that kind of thing.

A firearm if you're open to that idea,

of purchasing and registering a firearm and learning how to use it.

Think about altering your routine.

When you go to work, when you leave work. That kind of thing.

How about social media? Are you on any social media accounts?

Uh, I'm on Facebook. But my account's private.

Right. Okay, that's no good. Because he'd be able to, uh, you know,

figure out a friend of yours from marching band or a sorority sister.

And go get photos from them,

create a bogus account and then try to friend you that way.

Your friends know your email, that's enough.

Just delete the Facebook today.

Um, and then talk to your friends.

You know, be open about this. Inform them what's going on.

Tell 'em not to mention you.

Don't tag you on Instagram.

You know, uh, baby showers,

or a chardonnay date with the girls,

or, you know, whatever it is, if someone's taking a picture,

you do whatever you can to get out of it. All right?

And think of your cell phone as your enemy.

And this, your new best friend.

And now he's here.

Or maybe it's all in my head.

All right. Come here.

Hey.

Mmm?

Column two.

For life.

Give me some. Give me some now. Come on.

Ah, hey, you've been to the hood a couple of times.

Sawyer.

I'm sorry you had such a rough day.

- Sweet dreams. - Drop dead.

I need to use your phone.

- Now. - Hey.

- I need to use it now. - Okay.

Jesus, just keep your voice down.

You know, everyone's fucking asleep.

Hi, can I have Angela Valentini's room, please.

Yeah.

Mom, hi, it's me, I left a message on your cell.

Can you just give me a ring back as soon as possible?

Thanks.

Thank you.

Hey.

Man, I don't even know if she's telling the truth or not.

I mean, some days she's normal but other days it's like, I don't know.

Maybe I've just been in here for too long.

Forget all that. Look, I need you to check on something for me.

And not because I like her.

Get any calls last night, this morning?

No calls, no texts, no voicemails.

Shit.

My mom didn't pick up last night.

Not her cell, not her motel room.

Moms call back. That's what they do.

Yeah.

Hey, what's this, like, day five in here for you?

Mmm-hmm.

Well, focus on that.

You've done most of your time.

It's all downhill from here.

Just keep your head down for a few more days.

And you're free.

And I promise you,

on that day, your mom will be standing right there waiting for you.

Smiles.

You're a good person.

I do a decent impression of one. Don't tell anybody, all right?

How long have you got left in here?

Well,

the opioid withdrawal program is a four-week project.

I've done three weeks, so...

I've got one week left. So...

I get out a few days after you.

- We should maybe... No? Okay. - No.

I mean, it's completely different on the outside.

Plus you'll have your own phone.

My usefulness to you will be dramatically reduced.

You've been a friend to me.

And I'd like the opportunity to be one for you.

- Okay. Yeah. - If you let me.

Once you're free,

you might have a completely different perspective.

And I don't blame you.

But should that not happen...

Maybe you'll let me use your phone.

Maybe.

No hidden phones.

No personal relationship

that can impede upon another patient's recovery.

What the fuck, man!

That's right, baby girl.

Your boo didn't show up to group. Now he's blowing off lunch.

You think that's you?

You think that's your personality?

You think that's your little rat face? Huh?

She fucking started it.

I don't feel safe around her, no one does.

Because you don't know when she might snap.

She's fucking crazy!

I'm fine.

- I hate you! - Oh, I love you.

Hate your fucking face.

Fuck! Oh, my God! Look what he's done.

- Look at the fucking phone! - That is not allowed!

- Back to bed! - Look what he's done. I'm telling you.

No, please! No!

- Hold her down! - No! Fuck you! No!

Fuck you! No!

Open up!

A dead body was discovered.

Oh, my God. What?

Nate Hoffman.

His body was found in the old ECT room.

He OD'ed.

Somehow he got hold of a shit ton of fentanyl.

Poor guy. He was doing so well.

Not a word of this around the other patients.

And you hear anyone else talking about it, you shut it down.

Of course.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

I'm not gonna touch you. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable.

I just want to be here with you.

Oh, I disconnected them.

You gonna kill me?

How could you even ask me that?

I love you so much.

I mean, come on.

You must know that at this point. From the moment we met,

I have loved you.

Did you kill Nate?

Nate?

Nate chose what happened to him.

Just like I choose to protect you from any and all threats to your well-being.

My mom?

What did you do?

Angela is like family to me.

- How did you get her ring? - She gave it to me.

You're lying.

You're lying to my face about my mother.

I told her about you.

I told her what you are.

She never would've...

She came all the way from Boston for me.

- So did I. - No, no.

She said she was coming back. What did you do to her?

We talked.

Look, we shared our feelings.

She told me how her and your father met.

And then I told her how you and I met.

And she said she wanted us to have their ring.

Oh, my God.

Sawyer,

that ring can be as sacred to you and me

as it was to Angela and Mike.

Don't you fucking say his name! Don't you ever say his name.

Sawyer.

Help me! Help!

Fuck.

Sawyer.

Look.

I have this cabin in the woods.

In New Hampshire, in the White Mountains.

It's totally off the grid.

It's got its own solar, its own well.

It's so beautiful.

Sawyer, we could be happy.

We will. We will. We will.

- We will be happy. - We will never be happy!

You could never make me happy.

Look at where we are, David.

Look at what you've done.

There is no path to happiness from here.

For either of us.

Sawyer, I've seen you.

I watched you at work. I've seen you with your friends.

You're not happy.

You just float through life and nothing ever touches you.

And you try. You try really hard to fit in. I've seen that.

But you can't because...

There's a piece missing.

And you're what's missing?

Why not?

I fucking hate you, is why.

And I love you so much.

You don't know the first thing about me.

How can you say that? We've spent months together.

No.

You were in the same room while I talked to your father,

because you had nothing to say to him.

He didn't even know I was there.

Yeah, well, he was your father.

And you couldn't think of two words to say to him.

You keep saying that you love me,

but you're not capable of loving anybody.

Not true.

Losing his mind is the best thing that could've happened to him.

Do you think he'd be proud of you?

How you've turned out?

- Stop that. - What? What?

Too mean? Not the girl you love?

- You don't fucking know me! - I do.

Well, then love me like this, David.

Love me like this.

Love me when I'm a bitch. Love me when I cheat.

Love me when I shut down. Love all the shit about me.

That's not you.

That's what trying to make yourself

like everybody else in the world has done to you.

Really?

You're a fucking simpleton.

Do you know that?

You are a fucking dunce.

Sawyer...

That sweet, kind girl in your head,

that's not me.

Can I ask you a question, David?

Who did this to you?

Who rejected you?

Did she let you down easy?

Hmm?

I'm flattered, Dave, but I don't wanna ruin our friendship.

- She ghost you? Hmm? She block your number? - No.

She unfriend you on Facebook?

Vanish from your life?

Or was it worse?

Did she look like she was gonna be sick? Hmm?

She laugh in your face? Did she tell all her friends?

No, 'cause I'm telling you, David, that's me.

That's what I would've done. That's what I did. That's who you love.

That's who you fucking dream of!

That's who you've been stalking for the past two years.

Am I everything you hoped I'd be, David? Hmm?

Is this what you imagine when you dream of us living in your fucking cabin?

Two years.

- Two years, David. - What a waste.

What a fucking waste. You could've met someone else in that time.

- You know? People are pretty pathetic. - I love you.

Child killers get visits from women who see the good in them.

Someone who loves a child killer might be able to see some good in you,

because no one else fucking could.

No one else could, David.

No one else...

Do it. Fucking do it!

Now I see, David.

Now I see how you love me.

Check this out.

Our friend Nate was taking notes.

On all the shady stuff that happens down here.

He's gonna need a bigger notebook.

Second floor should see this.

You did the right thing bringing this to me.

Good morning.

I... I brought you breakfast.

It's your favorite.

Two-egg bacon and cheese biscuit.

Hash browns, large coffee.

You ate that at your desk every morning.

You telling me that just killed what little appetite I had.

Yeah.

It's the most important meal of the day.

Thanks for this.

You're welcome.

I'm not used to people being so considerate.

Most of the guys I know wouldn't either know

or remember what I had for breakfast.

I know everything about you.

I know your favorite book.

It's Pale Fire.

And your favorite song, Walking After Midnight by Patsy Cline.

Yeah.

My dad used to play it around the house.

I know you want to go to Portugal.

You had your favorite vacation there when you were 12.

Okay, enough.

Maybe you do know me.

You know you can't keep me down here indefinitely.

People are gonna be looking for me. My mom, my job.

You could call your mom from the cabin.

You really want to go back to that job?

Then how are we gonna live, David?

Are you secretly rich?

There's this old diner that's for sale by the cabin.

I was thinking we could renovate it.

You thought of everything.

I think of us all the time.

How are you gonna explain my absence from the ward?

I already changed the duration of your stay.

As far as the administration knows,

they think your insurance already ran out and that you're gone.

There's a back door.

Leads out to the woods.

We could go right now.

What if I say no?

What if I say let me go,

and we'll start over.

We'll go out for drinks. Get to know each other.

I'd lose you.

You know that.

You'd go back to your old life.

And I don't fit there.

I only belong with you.

I know it's a lot.

It's not that, Dave.

It's not only that.

I don't know how to say this.

What?

Sawyer, you can say anything.

Have you ever...

Have you ever been with anyone else?

Beyond your feelings for me, have you ever

had sex with anyone?

I'm not judging. I'm not. It's just...

Fantasy and reality are two different things.

I might not be what you want.

You're all I've ever wanted.

But you've got nothing to compare me to.

That makes no sense.

I need you to see what you've been missing.

And then decide if you still want me.

David, I might be your last,

but I can't be your first.

I don't know. No. No. Sorry, no.

Well, you would if you love me.

You say all the right things, David.

Or what you think are the right things.

Greeting card clichés and romance novel declarations of love.

But that's not love.

Love is giving yourself over to what someone else wants,

even if it goes against everything you believe.

You say you love me.

Prove it.

How do I prove it?

You brought me down here.

Bring someone else down here.

You want me to...

Fuck her in front of me.

I can't do that.

When you're thinking about our future,

the one that you've been planning and imagining for so long...

It's really not that much to ask.

Just, like, some random patient?

Violet.

- Violet? - Hmm?

Come on, wake up.

- Come on. - What?

- Where am I? - You're coming with me.

- Where are we going? - It'll just take a minute.

We've got to do some paperwork.

Okay.

Okay.

- What have you got? - Have a look.

Prints from the John Doe in the park.

George Shaw?

We're almost there. Okay.

Ow.

Ow!

What the fuck is that cunt doing in here, huh?

Never mind me. Act like I'm not here.

I'm impressed.

What's going on? Huh?

Do it.

Show me.

Huh?

- Okay. - No. No, no, no.

- David, shut her up. Shut her up. - No! No!

No, stop. Stop. Violet.

Hey, hey, hey. Violet.

We all get lonely, Violet.

You push enough people away...

Soon enough there's no one left.

I don't think you wanted me to hate you.

I think you wanted me to notice you.

Here I am, Violet.

Here I am.

David.

No. No. Help!

Get out of the fucking way.

No! No, no, no!

No! No!

Please!

Oh, God.

Mom!

Bye, Mom.

We sent Nate to follow up on rumors

that the hospital was committing patients against their will.

I never thought this would be the last story he ever wrote for us.

It's a really tragic incident

and I hope it draws attention to a very important issue.

ADS Health Enterprises,

Highland Creek's parent company,

has issued a blanket denial of the allegations

made in Mr. Hoffman's story.

You're only delaying the inevitable, Sawyer!

There's not a word of truth in these allegations.

Highland Creek and ADS Health Enterprises

pride themselves in the care they take of patients.

To suggest otherwise is outrageous and actionable.

Ladies and gentlemen, if you could please direct any further questions...

Ms. Brighterhouse.

We have a warrant to search the premises.

I'm proud of the work we do here.

People leave Highland Creek healthier than they come in.

No more crying.

No more lying.

Ow!

You look so beautiful right now.

Now I feel like I'm looking at the real you.

Yeah, that's the you

that I saw back at the hospice.

There were so many things that I wanted to say to you,

all these things in my head.

But I froze up.

But now it's gonna be different.

'Cause it's just you and me.

You'll learn to love me.

A year from now.

Maybe... Maybe two.

I was thinking that maybe we could

start a family of our own.

What do you think about that?

A little girl with your eyes, your smile.

Wouldn't that be perfect?

You'd make such an amazing mother.

We are gonna make sure from here on out...

Can I have the keys to that desk, please?

I can't believe we still have to eat here,

after your big promotion?

I mean, you've got an expense account.

Just live it up.

Jill,

I asked you here today to tell you something serious.

The company wants to thank you for all your hard work,

but, uh, it's time to move on.

You need to clear out your desk.

You're so many assholes.

Mmm-hmm.

And you're paying for lunch.

You love playing power games.

No. I just love being the boss of you.

Jesus, be a bit less obvious.

It's not just that she's beautiful. It's that she's kind.

Even my father loves her, and he doesn't like anyone.

She works at a bank during the day,

but on weekends, she volunteers at a hospice.

That's where I met her.

And I don't know, I just... I feel like she might be the one.

I can visualize myself spending the rest of my life with this girl.