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[classical music continues]

Are you gonna put your feet down or…?

Ok. Good morning everyone.

Is everybody ready for today?

Have you read the report, Pressley?

Please Clark, change the record.

Hey, she doesn't want the dragon to scorch you again.

The last time was pretty funny.

Because it wasn't you, Rose.

Believe me, it was me weeks before you got here.

She's just Norman Bates's mom, nothing else.

[classical music continues]

We need to prepare the projector. Right?

Who's gonna do that?

Of course.

Thank you so much, Neve. - Welcome!

[beep]

Still nothing Neeve.

Are you sure it's correctly plugged?

Yeah, I think so.

Elena will destroy you and your "I think so."

Either you know, or you don't.

[rock music]

You should help me, instead of making fun of me.

"Independence brings the freedom to chase one's dreams…"

"… but it is the power of collaboration that opens the door…"

"… to limitless possibilities."

Clark, Pressley, fix the projector.

[car brakes]

Can we start?

About the untitled project...

Haven't you found a title yet?

But you said...

We have a bunch of titles...

Pressley?

The titles...

It's being boring.

I don't care about your many titles! You were supposed to pick one.

Let's move on.

Looks like I'm dealing with zombies.

[office conversation]

Don?

What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here anymore.

Don't worry.

That's the very last time.

[gunfire]

[crunches]

[gunfire]

Assholes!

Where is she?

We thought about a new approach based on AI...

Is that your idea?

Ai?

Is that what you call original?

Yes?

If I wanted to use AI, I wouldn't need any of you.

I could simply hire a teenager instead to generate the best strategy.

Instead of paying high-profile collaborators from top schools.

[screams]

What do you think?

What's going on?

[screams]

[knock]

Oh my God!

[screams and gunfire]

[tense music]

Let's run away!

[shout]

Don?

Hi, Elena.

Glad you remember me.

What are you doing here?

Seeking vengeance.

What vengeance? Because you were fired?

YOU fired me!

I loved my job!

I did everything for this company!

Don, you were fired for serious misconduct.

Please, we can talk about this.

No, no time for talking.

No, let them go.

They have nothing to do with this.

They were students when you were here.

Please, let them go.

What did you do?

I freed them...

...from the trauma you vampires, inflict on people!

You're insane!

No, I've never felt so good!

I'm feeling damn good!

Where is Wilson?

The great Wilson Yeeps!

He's never here, as you know!

Too bad...

You're gonna pay for the both of you.

[gunshot]

[dramatic music]

[gasping]

[spit]

Fuck.

Hey!

[dramatic music]

Hi!

Elena, take it easy!

Wilson?

What the hell are you doing here?

It's my apartment!

It's one of your many apartments!

And you allowed me to stay here.

Remember?

Or is your memory failing you?

Please, Elena.

Since when you got a gun? I hate that.

Are you joking?

How dare you ask?

He killed everybody!

I'm not...

You're never accountable!

You obliterate everything...

You shatter everyone, just to achieve your own ends.

And of course, it's never your fault!

I remember you being good at that game too.

What do you want?

Since the event,

I had to rebuild the workforce.

We eventually signed with Casper Dynamics.

Congratulations!

Looks like there's a silver lining.

But they didn't sign you, because of the media coverage you received.

The newcomers aren't performing well.

I'm not gonna to return.

I'm still trying to recover.

Dr. Burr hasn't seen you for weeks.

He sucks!

I'm looking for another therapist.

I've heard about somebody...

Thanks...

But, no thanks.

He is said to possess the remarkable ability

to cure anyone within a short timeframe.

Bullshit!

No, it really works!

Go see him.

And I'll personally cover all the bills.

I no longer wish to be associated with you or your company.

When you're back,

I expect you to mentor the team.

And... if everything goes fine,

the company will be "Yeeps..."

"...and Rastrovitch."

What do you think?

What?

Take care, babe.

Not gonna trust your henchmen, anymore.

Hi, Elena!

You're gonna pay!

[gunshot]

[door bell]

[knocks]

Okay! Okay!

Mrs. Rastrovitch?

That's me!

My name's Terrence.

May I take your baggage?

Do you have a card?

Excuse me?

To make sure, you are who you are...

Oh, okay.

Did Mr. Yeeps send you?

No, ma'am.

I work for the institute.

What kind of institute is it?

I've never heard of it before.

I'm not exactly an expert on the matter.

Let me put it this way...

This place has a knack for healing folks

that other clinics can't handle.

They specialize in repairing shattered minds

taking an unconventional approach

to the whole thing.

That's about as much as I can divulge.

I just do the driving.

"Shattered minds?"

Looks like a place for me.

Is it still far?

Just a bit.

You can take a nap if you want.

I don't know you, Terrence.

You're driving me to some place I don't know...

I'm not going to sleep.

Mrs. Rastrovitch?

Ma'am?

Shit!

We've arrived.

There it is.

Is that it?

Yes, it is, ma'am.

[violin music]

It will be okay, Mrs. Rastrovitch.

They make miracles there.

If anything happens,

just give me a call.

And I will drive you back.

If Boris Karloff opens the door,

I'll make a beeline for Terrence.

[knocks]

It's because of you!

They kicked me out

because they have a priority patient.

You!

Since you've put

a fucking amount of money on the table.

It shouldn't be a problem for you

to replace the less fortunate individuals.

Be prepared to be kicked out too.

Hey, doc!

It is how your institution works?

Screw you!

Wait for me, bastard!

Ms. Rastrovitch?

Come on in.

[door shut]

I'm Mrs. Wagner.

Is she out because of me?

That's what she wanted you to believe,

but it's not the case.

Her stay is over.

Is she cured?

She is.

The dining room.

You will have your three meals here every day.

If it's sunny out there,

you can dine on the patio.

You will have the chance to see tomorrow.

Okay.

Breakfast, six.

Lunch, twelve. Dinner, six.

Breakfast at six?

Is it a problem?

What's the latest time for breakfast?

Six.

Here you can relax with books.

With classics, from Shirley Jackson to Daphne du Maurier.

If you do,

please,

put the book back to its original place.

[dramatic chime music]

My suitcase?

I put it here.

It was taken to your room, upstairs.

Are there other people here?

You may meet other people besides me,

but do not pay attention.

Dr. Gregg will meet you tomorrow.

Feel free to visit the house at your convenience.

It's your home now for some time.

You don't tell me there's a room I shouldn't go in at all price?

No.

Why?

For nothing.

Yes?

Your phone.

- None is allowed during your stay. - What?

It is in the agreement.

Agreement you didn't sign

because your boss did.

But it is in the agreement.

[coughs]

Cigarettes, drugs?

Anything of the kind?

Dr. Gregg will decide about your pills

at your first session.

Have a nice stay.

Fuck your tears, you bitch!

[dramatic music]

Hello?

What the...?

Hey!

Is anybody there?

Hello?

[knocks]

[knocks]

Hello?

[knocks]

[door creaking]

[tense music]

[birds chirping]

Hey!

Is this what you call therapy?

[dramatic music]

Yes!

Yummy!

Thank you!

If there's anybody...

Okay, guys...

It was good.

Should I clear the table?

Well, if not...

...it's okay with me.

I should have anticipated that.

[claps and cheers]

Hey, folks!

Very, very impressive.

That was quite a game!

If it's live on YouTube,

I bet there are some fantastic comments

praising your performance

and making fun of me of course.

Next time, you can give me a heads-up

and I will doll up a bit.

Let's not forget you need to heal me!

I'm not convinced this is the right method.

Very nice!

Congratulations for the good job!

You deserve the gold medal

in the candid hide-and-seek Olympics.

Fuck!

You scared the shit out of me.

I see.

I thought I was alone.

Yesterday, I said "See you tomorrow."

That means…

Yes, I know what it means…

But, this is…

Nevermind.

Can I have my phone?

Did you have breakfast this morning?

No, I missed the window.

I see.

You can have your phone for breakfast only.

Don't miss it tomorrow

so you can check out your dating notifications.

My dating…?

Did you check my phone?

No.

How do you know I have some dating notifications to check?

I didn't know.

Elena…

Dr. Gregg is waiting for you in his office.

Okay.

Now?

Yes, now. I said…

- Dr. Gregg... - Yes!

I know.

Take a seat.

Mrs. Rastrovitch.

Elena.

I am Dr. Harrison Gregg.

Welcome to this experimental program.

Experimental?

I call it experimental

because it operates outside the realms of official recognition.

You see, the powers that be

thrive on patients remaining dependent

tethered to a lifetime of medications and empty promises.

In this unique sanctuary,

my aim is quite different.

I seek to free you from your burdens in a matter of days.

To unleash the shackles that bind you

and allow you to blossom into your truest self.

It is a journey that will unveil your untapped potential.

Just in time for the mission that awaits you.

Lucky me!

I'm not sure luck is the right term

given what you've endured.

The strength of your PTSD is entirely expected.

It's a testament to the challenges you've faced.

However,

I assure you you're in the most capable hands.

Our team is dedicated to guiding you through this

healing journey.

With an utmost expertise.

Your team?

Yes.

It's not a typical session.

The only thing I can reveal is

it's going to be tough.

Wow.

You know how to make things tough.

I mean,

leaving me here alone and

turning it into a game of hide and seek with your teammates?

That's quite a challenge.

What do you mean?

You know,

Mrs. Wagner and

probably a few others

secretly preparing my meals

and then hiding

just to give me the illusion of isolation in this place.

Mrs. Wagner,

is everything all right?

Yes, doctor. Just preparing a meal for Elena.

Is there anything I can do?

That's fine, Mrs. Wagner. Thank you.

Good evening, guys.

Good evening, doc. Good evening, Elena.

Is the mystery finally unveiled now?

What is gonna be tough?

Simply,

my approach involves delving deep into your psyche,

exploring your greatest fears,

and guiding you to confront them head-on.

Our aim is to dismantle each fear, empowering you in the process.

That's why it's crucial for you to be in this sanctuary

where we can monitor your progress

and handle any unpredictable reactions.

It's essential you have no contact with the outside world.

Whether through phone or in person,

to maintain the integrity of the process.

Do you understand?

I guess I do.

In your own words,

what happened in your office?

Asshole!

[gunfire]

[dramatic music]

[dramatic music continues]

Do you want anything else?

A phone charger?

Pardon me?

My phone has succumbed to the perils of neglect,

lying forgotten in your drawers until it ran out of juice.

I have left my charger at home.

Do you have a spare charger I could borrow?

I'm afraid not, my dear.

We have no need for such devices

in this place of simplicity and tranquility.

What a shame!

I won't be able to browse through the local dating scene

and see if any neighbors catch my eye.

Maybe some handsome strangers will cross my path in this beautiful house.

It's all part of the mystery, isn't it?

Is that all?

Mrs. Wagner?

Yes?

Sorry about that.

Did you take the pills in my room?

I can't find them.

You gave your box to Dr. Gregg yesterday.

What? No, I didn't.

Yes, you did.

Please, leave your phone on the table when you're done.

[classical music]

[classical music continues]

They did it again.

Hey!

Do you find it amusing?

Isolating me here is your idea of therapy?

Do you believe this is going to be effective?

[tense sounds]

Elena?

Elena?

Doctor?

Are you all right?

Doctor, do you have my pills?

Yes, you gave me them yesterday.

I really don't remember.

But why? I need them.

Your medication is ineffective and serves no purpose.

It keeps you dependent and would interfere with this program.

I have serious doubts about your program.

If your approach is about isolating me and frustrating me,

I'd rather go back to my pills.

At least, they calm me down.

I'm not here to see you fail.

What's your success rate?

100%.

No shit?

What about the woman you kicked out to have me here?

She is one of my most brilliant successes.

When she arrived, she was unable to speak,

she couldn't look anybody in the eye.

I believe you heard her voice.

Unmissable.

Now, let's accelerate your progress.

What progress?

I have a feeling I'm stepping backwards.

Look.

On your first day, you couldn't step outside.

Today, you could read on the patio. See?

Elena...

Reveal to me the haunting thoughts

that persistently invade your mind.

Hi, bitch.

I constantly see him in the meetings,

menacing and taunting me.

It's like a recurring nightmare,

each time with subtle alterations.

The weapons change.

The words differ.

But the pattern remains the same.

He hurls insults before taking aim and firing.

Hi, bitch.

Hi bitch!

[sigh]

Hello?

Hello?

[scream]

[tense music]

Hey!

Hello!

Is he going to open or not?

You, my friend, will soon discover that your joke doesn't amuse me.

You're going to face the consequences of messing with me.

[dark music]

Motherfucker!

- Elena! - Mrs. Wagner!

Elena, calm down!

There's myself outside!

Take it easy!

I was here and I saw somebody up there.

And when I went upstairs, I saw myself standing here!

While I was there!

And it was me... and here!

I know it sounds insane...

...but I know what I saw.

It was me you saw.

No! I know the difference between you and me.

It was me.

I've heard your screams outside.

I saw you upstairs

and I joined you.

I was stuck out here

because one of you locked the glassdoor.

Wonderful.

Oh, yeah!

Thank you, Mrs. Wagner!

Elena?

Hi!

I didn't want to scare you.

That's fine.

I'm Lindsay.

Your sports coach.

Are you ready for your session?

Do we have one? Now?

Yes!

I wasn't aware.

My schedule is kind of secret

for some unknown reasons.

[upbeat music]

They should have told me I have some training with a stud.

Ridiculous, I'm gonna be.

Fine!

Shall we go?

I apologize, it's difficult for me to...

Come on!

Just a little tour in the park.

Don't worry,

I will keep a close eye on you.

[upbeat music continues]

How are you?

I'm sorry,

I can't pick up the pace

I haven't moved my booty for a long time.

I just want to throw my dark thoughts far away.

And move on.

I will assist you in purging the toxins that have accumulated within you.

Sometimes, they align with your dark thoughts.

I need a shock treatment

'cause I feel guilty for what happened.

Since my earliest memories, I have been unkind to people.

I can't pinpoint the reason for it or how it came about.

I often wonder if I was born this way.

So, it happened because I couldn't be kind to those who worked for me.

I felt the need to belittle them.

Always taking jabs

even when I privately acknowledged their good work.

Certainly, I deserved what came my way.

Do you know what you need now?

The one who arrives last at the house shall face a forfeit!

Hey!

Yes!

You cheated!

Not really!

I completed three more laps than you before reaching this point.

You didn't say to precise this.

What's the price I have to pay?

I'll tell you next time.

Gotta go for now.

Hey you!

Open the door!

I saw you damn bastard! Open the door!

Elena!

- I saw him! He's inside again! - Elena, stop that...

No! Please open that damn door!

Hurry up!

What is all this commotion?

Open the door! He's inside!

- Who? - The perv that's spying on me!

What are you talking about?

There's this guy...

who finds it amusing to play mind games with me,

constantly watching and then vanishing without a trace.

It's starting to get under my skin.

I swear there's someone in there.

If you don't believe me,

open the door and let's see.

I'm not going to open the door, there's nobody behind it.

I understand you feel disturbed

but I can assure there is nobody in there.

No, you don't understand!

What's the matter?

She wants me to open that door.

Just fucking open it and let's see if I'm right.

No!

Why?

Because

it's my bedroom.

What?

No!

- It's the attic! - What?

It's the fucking attic!

We were here yesterday!

No! It's my bedroom and there's nobody behind that door.

Just like you, I have nobody to share my place with.

Let's regain our composure

and approach this with a rational mindset, shall we?

Open the door, that's all.

- Okay, let's terminate this. - No, wait!

Elena...

This is a private room.

If Mrs. Wagner and I assure you

there's nobody inside

and no one is spying on you,

you have to trust us.

It's all a matter of trust.

If you ask us to open the door,

you breach that trust.

And we'll need to delve deeper in your situation,

which has its implications for you.

So, what do we do?

[dramatic music]

Open the door.

How are you?

It seems that the dissolution of your certainties

has left you disheartened.

A predicament that proves to be quite daunting for you

to handle in general.

[clicking sounds]

What has been weighing heavily on your heart,

causing you profound sorrow or anguish, particularly since the shootout?

Even if you think it's not related...

Dr. Gregg,

numerous unpleasant thoughts have been resurfacing,

particularly the ones I would rather not recall.

Although they may not seem significant in the grand scheme of things,

they are uncomfortable enough to compel me to bury them once and for all.

Regrettably, they have returned all at once,

making it challenging to cope with their overwhelming presence.

Can you share one for example?

Before the shootout, I was with my teammates,

and unfortunately, I exhibited terrible behavior towards them

without any valid reason.

I made mean-spirited remarks and treated them disrespectfully

as if they were foolish children.

It wasn't amusing to me,

but it had become my default way of interacting.

In reality, they didn't deserve such harsh treatment.

They were dedicated and talented individuals,

remarkable colleagues.

- They have lost their lives because of me. - Because of you?

Don, the killer, carried out this horrific massacre

as a result of how I mistreated him.

I played a significant role in his downfall

by reporting his incompetence to our boss,

who kicked him out without consideration.

Don should have directed his anger towards me.

I am burdened with the guilt of being the sole survivor.

Do you harbor regrets about your behavior

in earlier moments of your life?

I've never truly embodied goodness.

My father instilled in me, his only child,

the belief that the world is a battleground,

and to secure a place in the sun, one must be prepared to fight.

Have the people around you supported this approach?

I'm surrounded by just one person,

and unfortunately, it's Wilson.

He believes that a manager should adopt a commanding approach

to gain respect.

For this, we seemed to connect quite well.

Or so I believed.

Wilson has become the closest semblance of a friend I have,

yet I sense that I'm merely a pawn for him,

just like everyone else.

How lame is that?

So, that's exactly what I did.

I fought my way through life, always ready to face challenges.

But when the time came for me to truly fight,

to defend myself or others, I found myself paralyzed by fear.

Witnessing people dying one after another,

knowing that my turn could be next,

I was unable to strike back.

Your ultra-urgent delivery has arrived.

I hope there is nothing illicit hidden inside.

Just some items related to my recent sessions.

Companions on my journey on improvement.

Hey!

What?

Looks like you're doing much better.

Can you report to the Doc, so he could release me now?

I don't have much authority,

but it seems like he's only interested in listening to himself anyway.

Isn't it too hard for you?

No, it seems to be what I need.

You look to be in a better shape. Let's push it further.

You think I'm in better shape?

You've made great progress.

You have a nice smile and no excessive complaints.

You're too kind.

I'm merely relaying what I'm witnessing.

No, I mean it.

You're the only person here who exudes kindness.

It's hard to say the same about Mrs. Wagner.

[laughs]

Or the Doc.

They both lack gentleness.

Mrs. Wagner tends to be rather stern,

and the Doc,

takes his theories too seriously.

See?

What?

You just said that Dr. Gregg takes your case too seriously...

aren't you seeing your situation from a lighter perspective?

Maybe...

I guess you don't need me anymore.

Will I see you again?

It depends on Dr. Gregg's program for you.

Would you be okay to having dinner with me tonight?

I feel lonely here,

and I need some good company.

You're the only kind person I've seen here,

and this would be great to have some good time...

Am I babbling too much?

[laugh]

It's tempting but I'm not sure we should go ahead with it

from a deontological perspective.

Come on, if you want me to continue improving,

just relax and say yes.

Okay!

Great!

And now...

No, no, no... No more sprinting for me! Enough for today!

[dramatic music]

Mrs. Wagner!

Yes?

I need a favor...

Which one? Tell me.

I've made plans with Lindsay to have dinner together.

I'm contemplating how to orchestrate it without breaching any rules.

Sneaking out is definitely not an option,

but I'm determined to find a way to make it happen.

No.

Sneaking out is not an option.

Let me speak with Dr. Gregg to see if it's possible with your condition and schedule.

[dramatic music]

Dr. Gregg has granted your request.

He is willing to cancel your session for tonight,

on condition that you agree to have a double one tomorrow.

Sure!

However,

to ensure the progress of your treatment,

it would be best if you remain here for now.

I can take care of preparing a nice dinner for the both of you

if that's acceptable to you.

Sounds good to me.

I'll send a message to Lindsay and run some errands

to make a nice dinner for you.

Thanks a lot.

Mrs. Wagner,

how are you today?

Good, doctor. Thank you.

Go back to sleep, bitch!

[gunshot]

[dramatic music]

Hello?

[knocks]

Mrs. Wagner?

Hello?

Hello?

[frantic clicking]

Hello?

[knocks]

Hello?

[scream]

[dynamic rock pop tune]

[laughs]

What?

Elena!

What?

Please...

What do you want?

I was looking forward to seeing you.

No shit.

I know it appears damning,

and I understand why you would jump to conclusions.

I am willing to do whatever it takes

to prove to you that I am committed to making things right.

I understand if you need time and space to process everything.

But I hope that soon, you can find it in your heart to forgive me,

and allow us the chance to build what's meant to be.

Your words make no sense, do you know that?

So, no more words.

Lindsay?

[growls and scream]

[scream]

Elena?

What?

Elena, calm down.

What am I doing here?

Sit down.

I don't want to sit down. I want to know what I'm doing here.

What do you think you're doing here?

Do you remember who I am?

Of course I do!

I wasn't supposed to be here...

I know, you kind of travel during our sessions...

No, no, no, I was really elsewhere!

Sometimes, you really think...

No! It was real!

Please, sit down.

I don't want! I want to know what's going on here!

What are you doing to me?

Oh my God!

Behind you!

What?

Elena?

What the...?

What's happening to me?

I keep seeing Ed Gein everywhere.

The presence of these manifestations is a clear indication

that there is something in your mind

that requires further exploration.

It's important to remember

they are entirely harmless and have no power over you.

They exist only within the realm of your imagination.

If you feel overwhelmed or threatened by their presence,

simply close your eyes and keep in mind they hold no true power.

You'll find they dissipate effortlessly.

You'll have control again of your thoughts and emotions.

How it possible

one moment I'm with Lindsay, holding hands

and next I'm here with you?

Let's not mention the presence of monstrous beings...

You dreamed were holding Lindsay's hand?

- Interesting. - I wasn't dreaming. It was real!

[dramatic chime sounds]

Lindsay's here today.

We can have some clarification regarding your perception of reality.

Ah, Lindsay.

Thanks for coming in.

You're welcome. Hi, Elena.

Elena?

Who are you?

I'm Lindsay.

Your sports coach.

No, no, no...

This isn't funny.

This institution and this therapy or whatever it is

are supposed to be somewhat serious.

This joke is not funny anymore.

Are you filming?

Where's the camera?

Elena, what do you mean?

I mean this is not Lindsay!

Lindsay is a boy!

A cute man with a nice smile looking like Superman.

Not a workout Kate Upton.

You mean you've never seen Lindsay before?

Never!

We've had a couple of sessions together.

They went pretty well.

- And they were good for you. - I don't know who you are!

You must be confused.

I'm not confused. Stop that!

Just be honest and admit

this is just a stupid game!

Come on!

I'm not crazy!

You're not Lindsay!

You're not a doctor!

Don't touch me!

If you don't tell me right now it's just a joke,

I'm gonna break everything...

[dramatic music]

[loud shower running] [crying]

[knocks]

Hey Doc!

[frantic rattling]

You don't even have a Candace Bushnell's book!

How can we relax with such books?

[knocks] Mrs. Wagner, wake up!

I can't sleep in this fucking place, so why should you?

Hey, wake up!

[dancing pop music]

[pop music continues]

Hey oh! Stop!

Stop!

What is this mess about?

What are you doing?

You're dancing like that…?

- What is this shit about…? - It is…

Shut up!

[dramatic music]

Hey, you're not real, you sucker!

[growls]

I will wake up in my room.

As usual.

[growls]

When the fuck will you vanish?

[scream]

[screams]

It's okay!

What am I doing here?

We're simply having a yoga session, as we used to…

I don't know who you are!

I don't wanna have anything to do with you!

Hey, Mrs. Wagner, is the doc here?

I don't know, I need to check in his office.

I will do it myself.

Okay, go.

What are you doing?

As you can see, I'm cleaning your mess.

Did you see the doctor?

Huh, no… huh…

Are you okay?

So-so…

Considering the mess, I could've guessed.

Did it really happen?

What do you think?

Is there a particular order for the shelves?

Everything is in order in this house.

Everything but my mind.

It's getting upside down.

Hence this mess.

You shouldn't jump to conclusions too quickly.

I believe tonight is your last session with Dr. Gregg.

Really?

On condition you do not destroy everything on here.

What do we have here?

[chatter]

[classical music]

[indistinct chatter]

[classical music continues]

Girls, it's been a while since I've experienced joy like this.

It almost makes me question if

I have ever truly had a moment like this before.

Same for me.

You guys are freaks!

Moments like these are a regular occurrence for me,

happening every weekend.

[laugh]

I need to ask…

Do you dance?

Huh? Dance, like what?

Like in a club?

More like in a musical…

What?

Nevermind. Forget it.

If it's a dream of yours, this is definitely make this happen.

I'm not sure.

Come on, Mrs. W., no excuses. This is happening.

Especially you, Elena.

Me? Why?

Remember the bet we had?

The run.

Oh, yes.

Well, I agree.

After my treatment is complete, I will be in need of

some recreation like that.

Speaking of which, it's time for your final session.

Dr. Gregg must be waiting for you in his office.

Thank you for the great time, ladies.

It has brought me more joy than the therapy sessions.

Do not tell the doc.

Will you be around afterwards?

It depends because final sessions tend to be longer than usual,

but we never know.

You may knock on my door.

We're considering staying here tonight.

Great.

[classical music]

You look good.

Thank you.

I was having fun with the girls for my last session.

Is it?

Yes.

This marks our final session together,

unless something unexpected happens tonight.

How is it possible?

I have a feeling my mind has been crushed and upside down lately.

It's quite normal.

Is it?

I saw you dancing in a Broadway show!

It's an emotional purge.

You release a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.

Your trauma is also released.

It's typically not as dramatic or funny,

like seeing me dancing

but this reaction is a testament

to the effectiveness of the therapy.

No kidding?

What's the plan for the grand finale?

We'll get deeper in your trauma, cleanse your mind

erase your leftovers, to keep it simple.

Oh, huh, fine…

It's important to note that it could be challenging.

We'll delve into your past

and it may stir intense emotions.

Rest assured, I will guide you.

We will remain in control.

The ultimate goal is to bring you back to reality with a sense of liberation

and healing.

Okay.

You'll be able to get back to your job and I hope a better life.

Are you ready?

Let's rock 'n roll, Doc!

Where are you?

Oh my God!

I'm back in the meeting room!

Are you alone?

No… Don is there with me…

He already killed everybody!

My dearest bitch, prepare to die today…

He's gonna kill me!

Oh yeah, darling!

[gunshot]

Oh, fuck!

Elena...

He killed me...

No, he did not... You're with me!

You're in good shape!

Sweetie, it is time.

Doc!!

Tell me what is happening.

Tell you what?

He's still there, ready to kill me!

Die!

[gunshot]

What happened?

It's always the same shit!

Over and over again.

He killed me!

You need to realize he never actually killed you

as you are here with me.

[choral music]

This is the end for you, Elena.

Doc!

Search in your memories.

He did not kill you!

He died.

He is targeting me!

Die! [gunshot]

It makes me crazy.

I can't stand it anymore.

You're not far.

Stay grounded!

Focus on the fact he couldn't kill you!

Take your time.

Take my time?

He's gonna shoot me again.

This is what you deserve, dear.

You have the power!

He does not!

He's got a fucking gun!

Take one second to realize you're in control!

I am the power, darling!

Don't listen to him.

You're the master of your thoughts! The master of your universe!

Easy to say! This bastard's gonna shoot me again!

You bet I will!

Get rid of him!

Oh my God!

Look at that!

He died!

You live!

No!

Kill him!

[gunshot]

[tense music]

Oh my God…

Wilson...

He saved me!

Yes, he did.

How come?

He never comes to the office.

Maybe he rushed to rescue you.

Wilson cares about me?

I've always believed he was a self-centered, egotistical fool.

That does not neglect the fact

that he is human.

I forgot all about that.

I didn't even thank him.

He really does care about you.

That's why he brought you here.

I will now gradually guide you back to reality

as you're still in a state of imbalance.

Listen carefully to my voice.

Follow it.

Oh, fuck!

Are you taking me back to the real world?

Yes. Please, wait.

[scream]

[tense music]

Help!

[growls]

Help!

[cup breaking]

[neck bite] [scream]

My room...

My bedroom...

Go!

[growl]

What the fuck am I supposed to find?

For Lindsay, you motherfucker!

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

Elena...

What is going on?

[growls]

[tense music]

[gunshots] [blood splatters]

[intense music] [stabbing sounds]

[cries]

[calm music] [singer vocalizing]

[gate opens]

Do you need a ride, ma'am?

Where to, Ms. Rastrovitch?

Crew members...

Let's visit the vast expanse of this brand new universe.

[warp drive engages]

[upbeat pop music]

[upbeat music continues]

[upbeat music continues]

[pop music]