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Hello, it's Anne-Marie.

When you hear the beep,
leave me your bona fides.

Anne-Marie, it's Celeste.

I am doing it, girl.

I have taken the
position at Millburn

and getting out of New York.

I wanted to thank you again
for everything you did.

You were a rock.

I can't imagine how I would
have got through it all.

Anyway, I will talk to you soon.

But maybe not too
soon, because I...

I think a little time in
the country will do me good.

Dr. Williamson, it's
Dr. Celeste DuPont.

I know that we've already been
over the patient profiles,

and I really appreciate
your patience with me.

It's just, I worry about Joey
and Melissa, the two PDD kids.

It's hard to leave them behind,
but it's for the best right

now.

Please call if
anything comes up.

Thanks.

Hello?

It's Dr. DuPont.

Hello?

Hello, Dr. DuPont.

My name is Jones.

I can drive from here.

Oh, no, that's all right.

I'm afraid it's the rules.

All right.

That's some weather coming.

Yes, you've arrived
during the stormy season.

They blow in from the ocean.

Always head for us.

Thank you.

Hello there.

You must be Dr. DuPont.

I'm Miss Donneymeade, director
of staffing and admissions

here at Millburn.

It is nice to meet
you, Miss Donneymeade.

- Pleased to be here.
- Well, we're happy to have you.

Dr. Quilly's been
waiting for you.

What a beautiful old place.

We call it home.

Now, did you want
to go to your room

and have a lie
down or change or...

- I'm anxious to meet Dr. Quilly.
- Very well then.

I know the feeling's mutual.

Magnus, Dr. DuPont.

Dr. DuPont, a great pleasure.

For me too, Dr. Quilly.

Take your coat?

Yes, thank you.

Found us all right?

We're rather out
of the way here.

No trouble at all.

Seat?

You are so beautiful.

I... I expected somewhat of a...

Of a what?

A plain Jane.

I don't know what I expected.

You are precisely
as I imagined you.

Really?

Your books have been
such an inspiration to me.

I've recently lost faith in
my ability to help people.

Let me express my
deep condolences

for your recent tragedy.

To lose a... a fiance,
I can't imagine.

How are you coping with it?

I... it... it hasn't been easy,
but I've been throwing myself

into my work.

I understand you were
getting married this month.

When... when you mentioned in
your letter that a position was

available, it seemed like
the perfect opportunity.

Credentials made it
an easy choice for us.

I have several guests
I'd like you to meet.

I love that you call
the patients guests.

It's more dignified.

They're, uh, of an
interesting variety.

A black coffee, thanks.

Thank you.

We're, uh, rather
remote, and there's

a power issue, as you can see.

Thanks for warning me.

You might have noticed
we're in a corridor where

cell phone reception
is poor at best.

Yes, my GPS and my
BlackBerry both went out.

There's a land line on my desk.

And... and internet?

Uh-uh.

My friends, you know, won't
expect to hear much from me,

but I will need to make
an occasional call.

You know our
philosophy, of course?

You are who you think you are.

And the guests take on the
jobs and identities they wish.

Here, you can be a philosopher
or a... a gardener, um,

a king or a cook.

Whatever the guest
chooses, it gives them

a comfort level, a
sense of direction.

But you care for them.

Of course.

Now, are you ready
to commit yourself?

Yes, completely.

Good.

At dinner, you'll meet
some of the staff.

You'll just sign right there.

You don't have any food
allergies or anything?

No.
Thanks.

Let's go and meet
some of the guests.

Isadora, I'd like you
to meet a distinguished

colleague, Dr. Celeste DuPont.

Celeste will be
with us for a while.

Hmm.

Isadora, it is a
pleasure to meet you.

Oh, a pleasure to
meet you, Doctor.

Isadora is America's
poet laureate.

Oh.

Translated into
dozens of languages.

She's currently preparing
a reading here at Millburn.

I love the smaller venues.

So much more intimate,
where one can really

connect with one's audience.

Well, poetry is a
wonderful gift, Isadora.

You translate the
complex human emotions

through the simple
tools of words.

How beautifully put, Doctor.

"The simple tools of words."

I hope you won't
mind if I steal that.

Not at all.

You know, I... I find Millburn
such a... a fertile place

to write.

Here, well, one
finds perspective.

A sanctuary.

Exactly.

Well, I... I look forward
to our future conversations.

Oh, as do I. As do I.

Celeste, let me present
Congressman Lionel Roberts.

He's the president's personal
adviser on foreign affairs.

Well, hello, Congressman.

And how are things
in Washington?

Oh, you know.

It's always two steps
forward, one back.

The responsibility is huge.

Oh, I can't imagine the stress.

But I guess someone
has to do it.

Yes.

Yes, that's it exactly.

Someone has to do it.

Well, we are in good hands.

And this young man is,
uh, Herbert Willoughby.

He's a... he's a fine
actor and dancer.

Oh, hello, Herbert.

It's nice to meet you.

Pleased to meet you.

Will you excuse us?

So Shirley Temple?

That's my stage name.

Oh, I love "The
Little Princess."

That's my favorite.

Yes.

And when you think that your
father is dead in the war,

and you're a servant
in the orphanage,

and then he comes back?

Oh, yes.

And... and Queen Victoria.

I loved her.

She was just like the real one.

Oh my god, wasn't she?

Oh, I look forward
to movie night.

Hi, I'm the one you've
been waiting to meet.

- I'm Bobby Gow.
- Well, hi, Bobby.

And how are you doing?

I'm good.

You have gorgeous hands.

Such soft skin.

And I'll bet your panties
are black silk, French.

Am I right?

I am right, aren't I?

Cut nice and low
with a little bow

about four inches below
your belly button right

where it starts to
get very interesting.

You haven't really had
a lot of luck with women,

have you, Bobby?

Uh, um...

Are you behaving
yourself, Bobby?

Yes, sir.

Let's get you settled
in before dinner.

We painted your
room a few days ago,

but the fumes should
be gone by now.

I keep meaning to number these.

There's so many of them.

It's on my to-do list.

I think this is the right one.

Here we are.

Wow, it's so nice.

Here are your meal
times and laundry

schedule and Dr.
Quilly's rounds.

Great.

You've come in
the stormy season.

They blow in from the sea.

So I've heard.

Oh, do not forget your keys.

I'd forget my head.

You know about our electricity
challenges, so keep this handy.

And another thing... we have a
guest residing down and across

the hall in the lockup.

Evan Franklin.

Dr. Quilly will tell
you more about him.

He witnessed the murder
of his entire family.

He's violently aggressive,
quite hopelessly insane.

Even Dr. Quilly's all
but given up on him.

Occasionally on stormy
nights, Evan carries on a bit.

But don't worry.

His door is quite secure.

Um, so is this part of
Dr. Quilly's technique?

Keeping the guests and the
doctors in the same wing?

I don't remember
reading about that.

No.

There are no doctors
in this wing.

Well, then why am I here?

You're a guest, my dear.

No, I'm a doctor.

Well, I know you're a doctor,
pet, but you're also a guest.

Is this your idea of
some sort of a joke?

I'm afraid not.

Dr. Quilly, Miss
Donneymeade seems

to think that I'm
a patient here.

- A guest.
- Yes.

No, I know what you call them.

But could you please
clear this up?

I would like a room
with the other doctors.

Um, why don't we find
some time in the morning

to talk about this?

No, I would like to
clear this up now.

There's plenty of
time to sort it out.

But what is to sort out?

I just want a proper room.

Celeste, you're a guest.

No, I'm a doctor.

I came here to work with you.

Yes, of course.

And, uh, I'm sure you'll
find the work fulfilling.

But you can't leave.

I would like my car, please.

Now.

I'm afraid we can't
have our guests driving

around all over the countryside.

Dude, I am calling the
po... What is going on here?

I know this may be
hard to comprehend.

But you are
committed, and you'll

stay with us until you're well.

OK, this is crazy.

I am leaving.

Dr. DuPont!

Dr. DuPont!

Dr. DuPont!

Dr. DuPont, please stop!

Stop!

Do not touch the fence, Doctor!

Stop!
Don't!

I am a doctor!

I am a doctor!

Celeste?

Celeste?

Dr. Quilly.

Hello, Doctor.

You slept all night and all day.

Why would you put me in a cage?

In a cage?

A steel cage.

And I heard you ringing your
bell, and there were voices

and chimes.

Well, you've been through a lot.

Don't patronize me.

This is all a huge mistake.

I... I just... I want
to call my lawyer,

and he will vouch for my sanity.

Celeste, listen to me.

There is no cage and
no bells, no voices.

You've had a
traumatic experience

in the death of your fiance.

Now, you've had a
nervous breakdown.

In a lucid moment, you
called us for help,

and that was a good decision.

We can help, but you
have to trust us.

Do you remember any of the
events around Paul's death?

- No.
- See?

You have to work through
these traumatic memories

that you've hidden
from yourself.

Now, in the meantime, you're
a doctor and a good one.

You can help us with the other
patients, just as you want to.

It'll help ground you
while you uncover the past,

perhaps end these delusions
and help you get healthy again.

When that happens, well,
of course, you can leave.

Or stay, for that matter.

Now, I think that's
quite reasonable.

Don't you?

I'll see you at dinner.

Oh, come on.

Come on.

There you are.

Just in time for dinner.
This way.

The cross-country
skiing trip has been cancelled.

Oh, friends and
colleagues, let me formally

introduce our newest staff
member, Dr. Celeste DuPont.

Dr. Fraser-Wilson.

How do you do?

Uh, Dr. Herman Bessemer.

It's a great pleasure.

And Dr. Esther Bloom.

Hello, Celeste.

And, of course, Dr.
Desmond Moore, who you

bumped into in my
office yesterday.

Also a recent arrival
here at Millburn.

How do you do?

Good, thank you.

May I suggest we
raise our glasses

in a toast to our
newest staff member?

Dr. DuPont.

Welcome.

The prime purpose
of the institute

is to keep the patients
comfortable and content.

If that is all we
do, we are frauds.

But most of our
patients... guests...

don't want to go
back to society.

Their only desire is
to be what they are

or what they believe
themselves to be.

My duty to my patients is to
cure them and get them back

into society, not maintain
them in a state of derangement.

Let's consider the consequences
of your, uh, good intentions.

You know why the guests
are here at Millburn?

They are embarrassments.

Yes.

Their families pay
large fees so they

can be stored away
and forgotten.

And you want to send them home?

Well, will they be met
with love and compassion?

If there was love
and compassion,

they wouldn't be sent to
Millburn in the first place.

And you want to
send your patients

into an atmosphere like that?

Yes.

If my patients are
cured, let them

contend with that atmosphere.

I suggest that your motives have

less to do with the patient
and more to do with the doctor.

The issue is not my ego.

A doctor's duty is to cure.

Then cure away, my friend.

Have I ever stood in your way?

What do you think, Dr. DuPont?

Should our ultimate
goal be a cure?

Of course.

But the question
is, how is it to be

determined when a
patient is cured?

And when the time
comes, who decides

if the patient is ready to go?

Hello, Evan?

My name is Dr. DuPont.

And I know that it's scary,
but the storm will pass soon.

I heard that you lost
people you loved.

And I lost someone too.

It's hard.

Now, it's like
having a bad dream

that you can't wake up from.

You keep that, Evan.

Don't be scared.

I'm close by.

You know, Celeste,
it's not a sin.

20% of the world's
population has some sort

of psychosis at some
point in their lives.

But what evidence do you
have that I have a psychosis?

Loss of memory, hallucinations.

Maybe it was just a vivid dream.

I see.
A vivid dream now, not reality.

I mean, that's a
wonderful first step.

You realize you've come through
a period of substantial trauma.

Look, Dr. Quilly.

Look, I just want to get
back to New York, OK?

I am not going to hurt
myself or anyone else.

But you chose to come here.

You have to trust
us and cooperate.

Even with your
professional expertise,

it's difficult to
remain objective.

I respectfully disagree.

There is nothing
wrong with my mind.

Try and stay calm.

We have an agreement.

We all want what's best for you.

And what is best for me is for
you to give me my damn car keys

and let me get the
hell out of here!

I'm sorry, Celeste,
but I'll have

to continue this when
you're less upset.

Trust and cooperate.

Excuse me, I have to
see another guest.

Hi, there.

Um, I'm a doctor.

Could you give me a lift
to the next town, please?

Sorry, no.

Look, there's been
a huge mistake, OK?

They're keeping me here against
my will, but I am not crazy.

Please!

Can't you just try to help me?

Please, please, please!

You can drive.

Come on, come on!
Just get out!

Just get out now!

OK, OK!

Come on!
Come on!

No, get off me!

No!
Get off me!

Get off me!
No!

Dr. Quilly!

Dr. Quilly, are you there?

Stop it!

Dr. Quilly!

Stop it!

Hello.

That was quite an
escape attempt.

You scared the
driver half to death.

Dr. Quilly, in his wisdom,
has assigned you to me.

I hope you have no objections.

I am not a patient.

As old Quilly pointed out, I
have a bit of a savior complex.

I like making people well.

Well, there are plenty of
opportunities here for you.

You know, I realize
that this is a catch-22.

You know, until I say that
I'm crazy, I can't get well.

Well, there is that.

But you did sign the
commitment papers.

I thought that
it was a contract.

I just didn't read it properly.

I've been briefed
about your case.

There was a traumatic incident,
the death of your fiancee.

You remember nothing?

No.

Well, I think that's key in
making sure you get healthy

again.

I suggest you settle in, carry
on in your capacity as doctor,

and, uh, let me help
you sort things out.

You'll help me get out of here?

I will do my best.

Thank you.

Good.

This has been a good start.

No.

Oh my god.

Oh my goodness.

What is it?

Now, why would you do that?

I didn't do this.

I was having a bath, and a
patient must've... you know,

or Mr. Jones.

'Cause he wants you to think
that I'm crazy or to make me

think that I'm crazy.

We can check for fingerprints.

They'd be yours.

Look, I can't believe that
you think that I did this.

I didn't do this!

You know, sometimes when
a person subconsciously

knows they have misbehaved,
like trying to escape,

they can punish themselves.

But that is ridiculous.

Why would I do this
to punish myself?

I'll find you some clothes.

These'll do for now.

Where did they come from?

- The storage closet.
- They fit perfectly.

Dr. DuPont.

Good evening.

Celeste.

Oh, not again.

That suit looks good
on you, from what

I could see before
we lost the light.

So you all know what
was done to my clothing?

Yes.

Dr. Quilly told us.

I was accused of
doing it myself.

Ah, there we go.

Celeste, you don't think you
slashed the clothing yourself?

Of course I didn't.

Someone came into my
room, and maybe you

know something about it.

Are you suggesting
I had someone do it?

Maybe it was a patient.

My first thought was punishment.

She's punishing herself.

I don't see punishment here.

Rather, a calculated
destruction.

Now, is there a clue in there?

Destruction of the clothes
is a desire to be naked.

And what is to be naked?

To return to the womb, to go so
far back as not yet to be born.

To be not born is not to be.

I did not slash my clothing.

Dr. Moore, can you understand
what I'm suggesting?

I understand it, but
I can't yet accept it.

Will you concur that there is
a parallel between committing

oneself to Millburn and the
desire to discard the old

and don the new?

Destroying the old clothing is
to be done with the old self.

It's possible but unproven.

I see no evidence
to suggest that Dr.

DuPont slashed the clothing.

How are we to
interpret the manner

in which the clothing
was destroyed?

It wasn't just gotten
rid of... the tearing,

the ripping, the violence.

A deep hatred of the old self.

Oh, for God's sake.

So, is the a link
between this act

and the death of Dr. DuPont's
fiance, Dr. Paul Bernard?

You know, I am not going to sit
here and have myself dissected.

I did not slash
that clothing, and I

suggest that you figure out
who did it and then insult them

with your theories.

Evan?

Evan, it's me.

You all right?

Of course you're not all right.

At least I have the
freedom to walk around.

I'm just gonna...
I'm gonna open this,

OK, so we can talk easier.

You there?

Well, if you need
anything... Let go!

Help!

Help!

Help!
Help!

Are you all right?

You know, you can't
let your guard down.

I mean, some of these
patients, they're

potentially very
violent, as you can see.

Well, I... I was gonna
ask you something.

Would you like to come in as a
consultant on some of my cases

tomorrow?

Yes, I'd like that very much.

OK, good.

My office by 9:00.

See, few women know
this, and even fewer men,

but what all women want
is to be handled rough.

They all want to be
treated like whores.

Well, right there, Bobby, we
have a fundamental delusion

to deal with.

Come on, Dr. DuPont.

If you were honest with
yourself, you'd admit it.

Of course, we could try a
little experiment, me and you.

Let me prove my
point, so to speak.

Bobby, be respectful.

She won't admit it, but
we understand each other,

don't we.

All women want to be punished,
every woman at Millburn.

I would punish them too,
if it weren't for Jones.

Mr. Jones?

- What do you mean?
- Nothing.

He's not a very nice
person, Mr. Jones.

He likes to hurt people.

Why do you think Mr. Jones
would want to hurt you?

'Cause Mr. Jones wants to
punish all the women himself.

You've met Isadora Snow?

Yes.

She prefers our
sessions up in her room.

Her poetry has been
a lifeline for her.

A lifeline?

Mhm, yes.

You see, Isadora
killed her own baby.

Smothered it.

We're nor sure how or why.

We're working on that.

She hid the body and then began
kidnapping other infants...

three, in fact...
before she was caught.

Were the babies all right?

No.

Right.

Celeste!

Oh, come in, come in.

How lovely to see you again.

And likewise.

Yes.

Oh, I see you're
working with Desmond.

Lucky girl.

You make quite a cute couple.
Please, sit down, sit down.

How are you feeling, Isadora?

I'm feeling... well, I'm feeling
quite frazzled, actually.

Can I offer you tea?

Please.

Right.

Well, you see, my
copy editor, he's

driving me crazy
about the new volume.

And you see, I'm... I'm
trying to get ready

for a reading here at Millburn.

I have no time, and I
have no idea what to wear.

Well, perhaps you could
help me with that, Celeste.

Oh, I'd like that.

Someone extremely famous is
coming here to hear me read.

Who?

It's a surprise.

Oh.

Well, I would love to start
by hearing one of your poems.

Oh, you want me
to... you... you...

you want me to read
one of my poems now?

Yes, if that's all right.

I... I couldn't possibly,
uh, because, um,

well, because I... I'm not ready.

I... I'm awfully
sorry, but I can't.

No, that's all right.

You know, maybe another time.

Yes, but I'm going to be totally

prepared on the night,
totally prepared.

And I'm very excited about it.

Maybe we could talk about
what sort of subjects

you like to write about
and what inspires you.

Oh, yes, inspiration.

Well, oh, uh, birds in
flight, the changing seasons,

baby carriages.

Baby carriages?

Now, that's interesting.

Could we talk a little
bit more about that?

No.

Dr. Moore, sorry to interrupt.

Mr. Gow is bothering Cook again,
and I can't find Mr. Jones.

Excuse me.

I'll be just a minute.

Don't be long.

You know, I understand
that you've just

come to poetry recently,
yet you've already

written enough for a reading?

And you've accomplished so much.

Well, it was as if a...
a... a creative dam burst,

and... and the words
just flowed out.

And was that Dr. Quilly's idea?

Well, no, but he was very
supportive of the idea.

I owe him a lot.

Well, not this Dr. Quilly.

The real Dr. Quilly.

The real Dr. Quilly?

I don't understand.

You see, the Dr. Quilly you've
met is not really Dr. Quilly.

No, we lost him, I'm
afraid, some time ago.

This Quilly is an imposter.

And what happened
to the real one?

They killed him and
buried him in the dungeon.

Oh, shh.

There we are.

Mr. Jones is back.

Now, where were we?

- The inspiration for a poem.
- Yes.

I am so curious
about her poetry.

- Aren't you?
- Yes, yes.

If only we could
pry some out of her.

Oh, she is so geared
up for the reading.

She said something funny to
me today while you were gone,

and apparently it's a secret.

But she thinks that
Quilly is an imposter.

Really?

What does she suppose
happened to him?

She thinks that he's been
buried in the dungeon.

She's quite convinced.

You know, I... I... think about
her connection to the child.

You've been working
with me all day.

Do you think that I'm insane?

Absolutely.

Seriously, Desmond.

You don't think that I
slashed my clothing, do you?

It is hard to believe.

I mean, you've see me work.

You know that I'm competent.

You definitely know your stuff.

Look, this has all just
been a horrible mistake.

Help me to get out of here.

I can't do that, Celeste.

If you keep progressing as you
did today, maybe in a while

we can work on a day pass.

I thought that you
were on my side.

I am, Celeste.

I won't help you escape, but
I will help you get better.

Though you might like
some tea, Dr. Beresford.

What did you call me?

Dr. DuPont.

Sorry, my old head.

Who's Dr. Beresford?

Um, she was the
doctor here before you.

Took a leave of absence.

- Good night then.
- Good night.

Thank you.

- Police.
- Hi, there.

Uh, this is Dr.
Celeste DuPont, and I'm

at the Millburn Institute.

And I'm being held
here against my will,

but I am perfectly sane.

Uh, I can give you
references in New York.

- Please, please just send a car.
- Right.

I'm sorry, Dr. DuPont, was it?

Try and stay calm, and
they'll look after you there.

- They're very nice people.
- No, no, no.

I am telling you the truth.

Just go and find the nurse,

and she'll give you something
to make you feel better.

No, no, no.

Please, I am telling
you that I need help.

Hello?

No, no.

Ah, ha.
So here you are.

I've been looking for you.

You're a bad girl,
making on site calls.

Who you calling?

You calling the police?

They never listen.

Well, now you've gotta
be punished, Doctor.

Don't worry, it's not
really punishment with me.

You're going to
stay away from me.

You're going to love this.

Get off of me!

Hey!

Get off of me!

Take it easy.
Come here.

Let me go!

We're just trying to
have some fun, Jones.

Oh, God.

The dial tone.

I was... I was just
calling a friend.

Honestly, I was just
calling a friend.

No, no!
Please!

No, I'm sorry!

Let me out!

Dr. Quilly, let me out!

Let me out!

Good morning, Celeste.

Or, um, afternoon.

You had quite a rough night.

You were calling out and crying.

Do you sleepwalk normally?

Because we found you
unconscious down the hall.

He put me in the cage again.

Mr. Jones again?

Now, don't you do that to me.

I was in Dr. Quilly's
office last night.

Now, why would you do that?

To use the phone.

And Bobby Gow, he followed me.

He followed me,
and he attacked me.

And then Jones came,
and he knocked him out.

And then he drugged me, and
he put me in the cage again.

And there's Quilly's bells
and, like, the chimes

and, like, the sirens.

It just wouldn't stop.

Celeste, it's just not possible.

See, I know for a fact that
Mr. Jones was in the city

last night, and Bobby
Gow was in his room.

Now, don't you do that to me.

I... I locked him
in there myself.

Don't do that to me!

Celeste, at the time
of Paul Bernard's death,

was there a... a siren,
police, or ambulance...

No, no.

...that you might
have heard and now

- associate with Paul's death?
- No.

You follow me, and I
will prove it to you.

No, it happened here.

Good morning.

I'm sure there was...
there was glass,

and it was... no, it was...
it was... Wyatt, my dad,

had a family practice, and
he was warm and interested

in his patients.

And I'd like to think that
if I have some of that,

it was because of him.

How did you meet
Dr. Paul Bernard?

Paul was my prof in fifth year.

And I always had
questions after class,

and we often went for coffee.

And then one day,
at the same time,

uh, we just both reached out
and grabbed each other's hand.

That's very romantic.

But now, we have to
talk about Paul's death.

You see, you haven't told
the truth to me or yourself.

What?

It's time to
tell the truth, Celeste.

Don't.
Don't.

Paul's death wasn't an accident.

He killed himself,
Celeste, and you found him.

Do you remember that?

No.

You have to.

You have to go back
to that moment.

He killed himself,
and you found him.

There was blood,
and he didn't move.

Oh my god.

I touched him, and
he didn't move.

Why didn't he come to me?

Why didn't he talk to me?

Why didn't I see it coming?

You feel as if you have
as a doctor and as a lover?

Yes.

See, you were attracted
to Quilly's methods

because yours had
failed to diagnose

your own lover's in time.

Does all of this
make sense to you?

Yes.

But you knew that.

That's why you came
here as a patient.

That's good.

No, that's good.

That's very good.

This has been a big
breakthrough, Celeste,

the first step in
your getting well.

Thank you, Desmond.

Thank you for
telling me the truth.

Thank you.

Well done.

Well, you often write your poems

from a child's point of view.

Now, why is that?

We are all children at heart.

In our last session,
you were telling me

a little bit about your family.

Can we talk about that again?

No.

Your husband?

No.

Your child?

You know, you really do remind
me a lot of Dr. Beresford...

so pretty, so concerned.

Perhaps it's because
you're wearing her clothes.

Her clothes?

What do you mean?

The clothes that Miss
Donneymeade gave you to wear,

they belonged to Dr. Beresford.

That scarf, she used
to wear it a lot.

I always admired it.

Could I try it on?

Sure.

Thank you.

Why doesn't Dr. Beresford
have her clothes?

She doesn't need them anymore.

She's buried in the
dungeon with Dr. Quilly.

Isadora, we have been working
on changing your belief

that Dr. Quilly is not
the real Dr. Quilly,

and I thought that we
were making progress.

But you still believe that
he is buried down there?

Well, I don't like
to disappoint you.

And now you think that Dr.
Beresford is buried beside him?

I'm afraid it's true.

She took a leave of absence.

I've seen the graves.

Now, I've decided
I like this one.

Could I please borrow it
for my poetry reading?

Sure.

You're very nice.

Don't let them kill you too.

Ladies and gentlemen.

I give you our esteemed
poet, Isadora Snow.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I, um, I'm so excited.

I'm quite breathless.

But I am completely ready to
perform for you this evening,

and that is because
we have with us

a very special,
very famous guest.

Please put your hands
together in applause

for Miss Winfrey,
Miss Oprah Winfrey.

Now, my first poem is called
"Cold Floors." "There's

the responsibility, he told me.

He had always admired his
nanny, but the floors were cold.

They drove the
nail into the wood.

I could feel the
movement like zen.

There's the lady with
the baby carriage again.

Clean on Saturday.

Sleep on Sunday.

All of this
restlessness inside me.

I only wanted my dolly,
and that's the tragedy.

The fish is not good."

Thank you.

Why was the floor so cold,
and whose nanny was it?

Ex... excuse me.

What kind of doll?

I ate bad fish
once, in Shanghai.

I'm sorry so sorry, Oprah.

Please, could you stop talking?

But you're awful.

Terrible.

My second poem is
called "Black and White."

Nothing is black and white.

Bessemer, why don't
you shut up for once?

I am trying to associate
this fish business.

- Oh!
- Who played a trick on her?

Please, could you stop talking?

That should have been the
therapeutic line for her.

Desmond.

I like cold floors.

You have embarrassed
me in front of Oprah!

You have embarrassed me!

Everyone, quiet!

Do you not understand?

This is art!

That was the rudest
display that I've ever seen,

guests and doctors both.

You know how important
Isadora's poetry is to her,

and you should be
ashamed of yourselves.

Evan?

Mr. Jones?

Mr. Jo...

Please, Evan, please
don't hurt me.

Please.

Were you not aware
that Isadora was restricted

from having any belts
or scarves, anything

that she could
harm herself with?

No.

Well, it... it was in the file.

Didn't you even read it?

The scarf seemed like
an innocent request.

How was it that
you found Isadora?

It... it was during
the power failure.

I... I heard a crash.

I went over to the hall, and I
saw that Evan's door was open.

His door was open?

Yes, he'd escaped.

And so I was worried that he
might hurt somebody or himself,

so I called Mr. Jones for help.

And... and then he was
coming, and I ran upstairs.

Up the stairs?

Yes, to hide.

I hid in a room, and
then I heard him leave.

And then I saw her.

Celeste, Evan couldn't
possibly have escaped.

You must have imagined
the door being

open and possibly dreamt
he was chasing you

No, I saw the door open.

He... he must be able to
get in and out of his cell.

Now, he followed me.

Look, he gave me
back my handkerchief.

What handkerchief?

He gave me back my handkerchief.

Desmond, he did.

Celeste, the idea that
Evan can get in and out

of his cell at will
is, um, unrealistic.

I think what you
both fail to recognize

is that even though Celeste
is still highly functioning,

she is still deeply
ill... perhaps even more

delusional than we thought.

I'd like you to cancel
your session with Desmond

and rest in your room for
the remainder of the day.

Miss Donneymeade will
bring you your meals.

Hello, my dear.

I've got your laundry.

How are you coping?

What a thing for you
to have to go through.

Tragedy.

Well, at least
she's at peace now.

Isadora told me
that this clothing

belonged to Dr. Beresford.

Is that true?

Isadora had quite the
imagination, bless her.

Good night, my dear.

Beresford?

Hey there, sweet buns.

What brings you down here?

Is this where you come
with the good Dr. Moore?

You know, we've all
been speculating.

Ain't much a love nest,
but there's no accounting,

is there.

- is there.
- What are you doing down here?

What are you doing down here?

Jones!

Jones!

They can't hear you down here.

You can call all you want.

Are you hiding from me?

Just stay away from me.

Where you going?

There's a beauty.

Look at that, sweetheart.

You almost made me miss my shot.

Dr. Quilly says I'm the best
rat catcher they've ever had.

It always gets me
excited after a kill.

- I... I agree with Dr. Quilly.
- Yeah?

I know you're a
terrific shooter.

Yeah, it... it must feel good
to... to rid the place of them.

It does feel good.

Oh!

How do you feel?

Do yo get excited after
a successful hunt?

You've barely just started.

Mhm.

You've only just started.

- Yeah, I have only just started.
- Uh, there!

What?

Uh, uh, there's a rat
behind the counter.

Desmond.

What is it?

I was just down in the cellar.

Down in the cellar?

For what?

It's the middle of the night.

No, no, I needed
to see for myself.

Hey, there are
graves down there,

and there are labeled boxes
and suitcases with personal

belongings, including
Dr. Quilly's.

OK, so now why would Dr.
Quilly's personal belongings

be in the basement unless
what Isadora said was right?

The real Dr. Quilly
was murdered,

and the current
Dr. Quilly, I think

that he killed Isadora
for telling me.

And Dr. Beresford, why are
her suitcases down there?

And Miss Donneymeade
has her clothes.

So I think that they
may have killed her

when she found out about Quilly.

OK.
All right, all right.

Just... just take it easy, OK?

It's all right.

Let's just think this
out logically, hmm?

Have a seat.

I... I want you to just start
breathing deeply for a minute,

OK?

OK, now look at this with
me as if you were the doctor

and you're analyzing a patient.

Now first, consider the
patient's previous behavior.

The patient has
experienced things

that may not have been real.

The cage with the
clock and the bells,

the question of who ripped
up your clothing, the attack

by Bobby Gow...

But he was...

...when he was locked in.

And then being chased in
the dark by Evan Franklin

when he never left his cell.

No, I believe that
Evan was there,

and he gave me back
my handkerchief.

You're a professional
psychiatrist, Dr. DuPont.

But I saw the graves.

OK, let's start there.

Did you know that
they were repairing

the foundation in the basement?

The plans are on Quilly's desk.

They're not graves, they're
part of the construction.

And the suitcase
with Quilly's name?

No doubt it's just some
unneeded personal effects.

There's a whole storeroom
of donated clothing

on the third floor
for the guests.

Beresford herself donated
some before she went on leave.

You just happen to... to fit
Dr. Beresford's clothes.

You're her size.

That's how you got them.

You're a doctor.

You also have a mental illness.

You know that, don't you?

Yet you're... you're struggling
to separate fantasy from

reality.

You're doing so well.

This is just a minor
step backwards, OK?

We're still in the early
stages of your therapy.

Now, you're going to get cured.

We are going to... to get
through this together

until you are well again.

I promise.

I'm gonna walk you
back to your room.

Please don't be an illusion.

Dr. Moore
and I have decide

it's, uh, time for you to
move on to the final stage

of your treatment.

I'm worried that it's too soon.

What is the final stage?

The truth.

The truth about Paul Bernard.

I know the truth.

I mean, you had told me.

The suicide story was an
interim first step, I'm afraid.

It... it got you
half the way there.

You've blocked the deeper
memories from your mind.

As a psychiatrist, you'll
find this fascinating.

OK, for God's sake, what
are you talking about?

Paul's dead.

Paul's dead, isn't he?

Yes, he's dead.

But not by suicide.

You see, uh, you
killed him, Celeste.

You shot Paul Bernard.

No.

No, it was suicide.

No.

You had to accept
Paul's death in stages.

This is the final stage.

You were arrested
for his murder.

You were found mentally
incompetent to stand trial.

You were declared
criminally insane,

and you were committed
here to Millburn.

OK, I don't
remember any of this.

I didn't kill Paul.

Why would I kill Paul?

I remember finding
him in flashes.

And there was blood, and he
was lying forward in his desk.

A gun.

That's good, Celeste.

That's what you remember.

We'll need to keep going
deeper into that memory.

But... but I couldn't
have killed him.

I wasn't arrested.

I remember driving here alone
to take my position here.

You were brought
here in handcuffs

by two court officers.
Don't you remember?

I don't remember any of this.

Your lack of memory
about the, uh,

murder, your subsequent
psychological evaluation,

your being brought
here... it can all

be explained by your
deep-seated guilt.

It appears Paul
had been carrying

on different affairs for some
time with two of his patients.

You found out.

I... I blocked it out.

It's the key to all
your delusions, Celeste.

You made the final
big step, Celeste.

Let the true healing begin.

I forgot how much fun it can be.

You know, when I
was a little girl,

I used to muck out the
stables for free rides.

Oh, yeah?

You look like you've been
riding your whole life.

It's just like riding a bicycle.

Thank you for suggesting it.

You are doing so well.

I owe it all to you, Desmond.

Well, I'll see you later.

All right, boy.

Now, where do they
put your oats, huh?

I said there was stuff to do,
but she said it didn't matter.

Why don't...

Desmond, I have to talk to you.

Can it wait?

I... I'm in a session.

No.

Would you please forgive me?

I'll be right back, Herbert.

I found my car.

OK, you know what that means?

That means that I did drive
myself here like I remember,

that means that I
was not in custody,

and that means I
did not kill Paul.

OK, Dr. Quilly has been
lying and manipulating me.

I am not a murderer.

Celeste, you know
what the mind can do.

Please, please just
come and see the car.

I was getting oats
for the horses,

and... no, it was right here.

The car was right here.

I swear it was right here.
No.

After all this good work.

She was coming along so nicely.

Now, she's backsliding.

We have to be proactive.

Now, it doesn't help that
she's so familiar with analysis.

Perhaps it wasn't a good idea
to bring her here to Millburn.

It was all going so well.

How could she should
have found the car?

Now, don't blame me.

That's Jones' territory.

He's usually so efficient.

I'm afraid we're going to
have to deal with Dr. DuPont

the same way we did
with Dr. Beresford.

Dr. Quilly!

Let me out!

You're becoming a
liability I can't afford.

Don't be such an ass, Desmond.

We always see our way
through these things.

It's never a good idea to
get close to the guests.

I've... I've warned
you about that.

We'll sort this out
like we always do.

Yes, we will.

Desmond.

Celeste!

Sorry to startle you.

Come, we're late for dinner.

Um, my, um, my
stomach's a little upset.

I think I'm just
gonna take a walk.

I really think you
should join us for dinner.

Sit.

Your hair smells marvelous.

Now, then.

Doctors, staff, I have
an announcement to make.

Dr. Quilly has, uh, decided
to take a leave of absence,

and I will now be the
acting director at Millburn.

Congratulations, Desmond.

- Yes, excellent choice.
- No.

No, he is lying.

OK, Dr. Quilly is dead.

He did not take a
leave of absence.

His body is in Desmond's office.

OK, did you hear me?

Quilly is dead, and I think
that Desmond killed him.

Quilly, he said he's
an impostor, OK?

And... and I think
that Desmond is too.

And I think that they killed Dr.
Beresford and probably others.

OK, we have to call the police.

OK, did you hear me?

I saw the body, and we
have to call the police!

Desmond is an impostor
and a murderer!

Could you pass the buns, please?

Of course.

Dr. Fraser-Wilson,
where did you

take your postgraduate studies?

I... I can't remember.

Dr. Bloom, in which hospital
did you do your residency?

I have no idea.

You aren't doctors.

That's very smart, Celeste.

You don't disappoint me.

You see, years ago
here at Millburn,

the patients grew tired
of the incompetent doctors

analyzing them and medicating
them and telling them

what to do.

So we decided to replace them.

Replace them?

Yes.

You know Quilly's philosophy.

You are who you think you are.

Former patients are now doctors.

And what happened
to the doctors?

Ah.

They took, uh,
leaves of absence.

I think this is probably
an appropriate time

for some reintroductions.

Dr. Fraser-Wilson.

His real name is Ed Ricketts.

Pushed a car with his wife
and children off a cliff,

and for naught.

Dr. Herman Bessemer, he's
actually Joseph Piper.

Murdered five prostitutes
in New Jersey.

Dr. Esther Bloom, her real
name is Molly Onderdonk.

She poisoned four wedding
guests in Toronto.

We all have our stories.

And Miss Donneymeade?

Felicity Morgan.

She went into her
accounting firm

and shot half of
middle management.

And who is Desmond Moore?

His name is Damon Bushby.

He tortured his wife
and her lover to death.

You see, we're all
patients like you, Celeste.

The question is,
will you join us

and continue on
here at Millburn?

Or resist, like
Dr. Beresford did?

That's too bad.

Disappointing.

She will be missed.

She was down in the basement.

Could you just go she that she
didn't turn off the power grid?

Of course.

Get off me!

Oh, good.

I was worried about you.

How do you feel?

Now, I don't like
to rush you, uh,

but you never did really
answer my question.

I've grown rather fond of
you, Celeste, so, um, you

have another chance.

It's a question I asked Dr.
Beresford and all the others.

Would you accept the
situation here at Millburn

and stay with us?

I need to know the truth.

Did I kill Paul?

Paul, Paul.

I'm just so sick of
hearing about Paul.

No, you didn't kill Paul!

He killed himself.

But you had to think
that you killed Paul

so that you could be one of us.

You could go on, be who you
thought you were... a murderer.

Now, it's all falling
apart because you

won't play the game!

You know, I just
don't think you're

a really good fit here
at Millburn, Celeste.

In fact, I think maybe
it's time that you

took a leave of absence.

Wait, no.

I can help you, you know.

I can give you treatment.

Treatment?

You're gonna give me treatment?

I don't need treatment, Celeste.

I'm perfectly sane.

Help!
Help!

Somebody, help!

No!

Don't!

No!

They always tell me I don't
have to do this, but I do.

Have you found
Donneymeade and Jones?

No, no, they cleared out.

But we'll find them.

What about the
graves in the cellar?

Forensics is down there now.

Listen, we ID'd the
body you knew as Quilly.

It's a Rupert Preston.

He's was a patient here.

Damon Bushby killed him.

Lucky he didn't kill you.

I had some help.
Evan?

It's OK.

So this is Evan Franklin,
and he saved my life.

How do you do, Mr. Franklin?

What are your plans, Doctor?

Are you going back to city, or...

Well, the OHM has asked me
to stay on as interim director

while they find new staff.

What'd you tell them?

I haven't given
them an answer yet.

But a little time in the
country might do me good.

Come on, Evan.