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(ominous music)

(dramatic music)

(ominous music)

(gun fires) (gasps)

(sighs)

(beep on intercom)

- [Nancy] Derek's here.

- Derek, come on in.

- Started late.

- I know.

I had a few things to finish up.

I'm sorry.

(Derek mutters)

(sighs)

(dramatic music)

(exhales forcefully)

Derek.

(Derek claps hands together)

(Derek sighs)

I want you to look at everything in this room

that's out of place.

And I'd like you to leave them that way.

Have a seat.

Please.

Thank you. (recorder beeps)

- I don't know how you expect me to focus.

- I'm gonna help you with that.

Ignore everything else in the room.

Let it all melt away.

Just focus on me.

Let's work on our breathing.

Okay?

Deep breath in.

(inhales deeply)

And out.

(Derek exhales forcefully)

There you go.

I hope you enjoy it.

(chuckles)

- Thank you so much for this.

The name's Walt.

The dedication...

Who are the initials?

A family member?

- A patient.

- Wow.

Really?

He must be very special to you.

- They all are.

(Walt chuckling)

Derek.

- I wanted you to sign my book.

- You know, you didn't have to come all the way down here.

I would've gladly signed one at my office.

- Well, I know how you feel about boundaries,

but you've done so much for me,

I just wanted to show my support.

- Well, thank you for your support.

I'll see you next week.

- Wednesday, 10:00 A.M., sharp.

- I will try not to be late.

Who would you like your book signed to?

- Actually, I just wanted to meet you.

- Well, nice to meet you.

- I don't think you realize how much

you've affected peoples' lives.

- Well, I hope that my work can make a difference

even if it's just a little bit.

Hi there.

(salsa music)

- Wow.

Your book has really taken off.

It's like I'm dating a celebrity.

- Does that work for you?

- Yeah.

It's fulfilling a childhood fantasy.

- Mm, how revealing.

- And there it is.

The doctor's never far from the conversation.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

Just with all these book signings,

it's hard to get out of work much, you know.

But I only have one more.

Then I'm all yours.

- That's what you said before the symposium.

And before that, it was the lecture at the university.

It's always something. (Victoria sighs)

- Jason, I'm...

- It's all right.

One of the reasons I fell in love with you.

You're so devoted to

sacrificing everything for everyone else.

I just wish I was more than your happy hour.

- Oh.

I hate that you feel like that.

- Mm.

- And I'm sorry, you're right.

- Can I make you dinner this week?

- I don't think I can do it till Thursday.

- Thursday's fine.

(salsa music)

(ominous music)

- [Derek] This was a good week.

I just had a few episodes

of anger at inanimate objects,

um, some semi-violent fantasies

about people that drove too slow.

- But they were just fantasies?

- But they were just fantasies.

- Good.

- I went to the laundromat.

Put in my clothes.

I left for about a half hour.

I came back, somebody had left the dryer door open

and didn't restart the cycle.

So my clothes were wet.

- So how did you react?

(inhales deeply)

(exhales)

- I did my breaths,

closed the door, restarted the cycle.

- That's fantastic.

I'm very proud of you.

The old Derek would've rewashed everything.

- Oh, I did.

Several times, actually.

Scrubbed until they were spotless.

I'm kidding.

(laughs)

Ha-ha-ha.

- That was very good.

- Huh? - You got me.

- Gotcha.

- I think that's a good note to end on.

- [Derek] Okay.

- I'll see you next Wednesday at 10:00.

- Okay.

- [Woman] Will that be cash or a check?

- Check, I will never pay in cash.

I can assure you that.

- Right, what was I thinking?

(Derek talks faintly)

All done.

Okay, you're gonna wanna give that

directly to Dr. Wrightmar when she calls you in.

- Blaire.

I'll take that.

- Thank you.

- I'll be in in a second.

Is everything okay?

- Yeah, yeah.

I was just...

See you, uh, next Wednesday.

- (chuckles) Bye. - 10:00 A.M.

- Yes.

Do you have any details for my talk at the university today?

- Oh, that was postponed.

There was a meningitis outbreak on campus,

so Professor wheaton thought it best to reschedule.

- You need to tell me these things.

- I put it in your calendar.

- It's still in here.

- Okay.

- Okay? - Yeah.

- All right, it's fine.

Hey. - Hi.

- You were at the book signing, weren't you?

- Yes, I had made an appointment,

but I felt like I wanted to meet you

in a more casual setting first.

- Well, I'm glad I didn't scare you away.

Have a seat.

That's great.

I should let you know up front,

I like to record all my sessions with my clients.

It just lets me be totally present

and not have to worry about taking notes.

I hope you're comfortable with that.

- I guess if that's what you do with everyone.

- Okay. (recorder beeps)

So, you already know a little bit about me,

how I conduct my practice.

Why don't you start by telling me

a little something about yourself?

- Like what?

- Something brought you to my door.

- I'm having trouble sleeping.

I wake up every night,

and I'm drenched in sweat,

my heart's racing, and I...

I feel like I had a nightmare,

but I can't remember.

- How often does this happen?

- Every night.

I'm sorry.

(sniffling)

- When did your sleep disruption start?

- After my divorce.

But they've just gotten worse lately.

- Was your divorce amicable?

- I guess.

But it just ended so quickly.

I mean, one day, he just left.

(dramatic music)

- That must've been painful.

Would you like to talk about that?

(Blaire sniffling)

I know that this is hard,

but if I'm gonna help you,

then we have to be completely open with each other.

- It's just so hard to talk about this

with someone who is so perfect.

- I have failures that I struggle with every day,

and every day I get a little bit stronger.

And it's overcoming those failures

that has made me into a better person.

Your turn.

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

- [Victoria] Blaire.

Blaire.

- This was a bad idea.

I'm sorry. - Blaire, wait.

Blaire!

- I didn't meant to waste your time.

- You haven't.

Please just come back inside. - This was a mistake.

- I wanna help you.

- You can't, nobody can. - Don't say that.

We can make it better if we work together.

We just need to set some goals.

- Like what?

- First, we need to know what your dream is about.

We'll just start with one single detail.

Keep a pen and a notepad by your desk,

and when you wake up, just write.

I wanna be here to help you through it.

I'm not saying it's gonna be easy,

but we can do this if we do it together.

- You promise?

- I promise.

(ominous music)

(Victoria gasps)

You scared me (chuckling).

- You're so jumpy.

- What are you doing here?

I thought you were gonna come on Thursday.

- Well, what's life without a few surprises?

And I'm still coming on Thursday.

Don't think that this changes anything.

(Victoria laughs)

(exhales forcefully)

You okay?

- Yeah, I just...

I got this new client at work.

- You need an ear?

- You know I'm a professional secret-keeper, right?

- Mm, yep.

- How was your day?

- Well, this really smelly guy named John

started in accounting, and that's pretty much

the most exciting thing that happened to me today.

Until I came here.

- (laughing) Good save.

- Thanks.

- These are really pretty, by the way.

- Yeah? (Victoria sniffs)

- Mm. - So are you.

- You're just saying that because you want me

to give you something special for dessert.

- Well, my grandmother always said,

"you should start with dessert

"because you never know what could happen."

- I thought I already gave you dessert.

- I was always allowed seconds.

(Victoria laughing)

(utensil clatters)

- Thank you.

I needed that.

- I love cooking for you.

- I wasn't talking about the food.

Mm-hmm.

No (laughing)!

I can't, I still have work to do tonight.

- All right.

- Just a bit, though.

(Jason sighs)

(sighs)

- I'm gonna get going.

- I'm sorry.

- No, it's-- - I'm almost done.

- It's all right, it's all right.

Tonight was wonderful.

What do you say we go away for a weekend.

No computers, no phones?

- No nothing.

- I like you in nothing.

I like you in nothing a lot.

- (chuckling) We've established that.

(both chuckle)

Bye.

- Good night.

(keyboard clacking)

- [Blaire] I'm having trouble sleeping.

I wake up every night,

and I'm drenched in sweat,

my heart's racing, and I...

I feel like I had a nightmare,

but I can't remember.

(thuds) (ominous music)

- Jason, you're relentless.

(gasps)

(panting)

So, were you able to take any notes?

- That's all I could remember.

A sound.

And now it's all I hear.

It's still here.

It's a tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick.

(sighs)

- Well, if your dream is starting to take shape,

then that's a positive thing.

It's good.

We can work on that for a couple of months--

- Months?

I'm drowning.

I can't live with that sound for another week.

- Well, there is a more aggressive technique

that we could try.

How much do you know about hypnotherapy?

- Just what I read in your book.

- Mental comfort food?

- No, your first book.

- Really, you tracked that down?

I can't believe you read that.

- Just parts.

- I wanna try to use hypnotherapy

to dig into this dream you have hiding in your subconscious.

- You're not gonna mess with my brain or anything, are you?

- No, no, of course not.

Look at it like an archeological dig.

I'm only going to uncover what's already there.

- I mean, if you think that's the way to go.

- I do.

I want you to envision yourself

in an elevator.

You're safe.

The doors closed.

You feel yourself descend.

You're on the tenth floor.

Your body feels heavy,

strong,

and you're very relaxed.

Ninth floor.

Let your feet settle into the floor.

Solid, safe.

Let your body surrender all of its weight.

Your hips, your back, your head.

(bell dings) Fourth floor.

You feel deeply peaceful.

All is well.

Deep breaths.

In and out.

The elevator doors open.

You're safe.

What do you see?

(tense music)

- (whimpering) I can't see anything.

It's too dark, please.

Please don't make me go in there.

- There's a light switch just outside the elevator.

Controls the lights for the whole room.

All you have to do is reach out and flip it on.

(ominous music)

- Please, please, don't die.

Please don't die (crying).

No!

- What's happened, Blaire?

- He's dead.

He's dead!

I killed him. - Blaire.

- No! - Blaire, breathe.

- No. - Blaire, listen to my voice.

Get into the elevator, I'm going to bring you back up.

(Blaire whimpering)

- I can't.

- It's just in your mind.

You need to get in the elevator.

You need to come back.

Everything here is safe, you're safe.

Feel the elevator moving slowly upwards,

away from your dream.

(elevator rattles) The distance brings you a sense of calm,

coming back into this safe place.

You're coming back in three,

two, one.

Open your eyes.

It's okay, you're in my office, Blaire.

You're safe.

This is a breakthrough.

It's good.

Now we know the source of your nightmares.

- I've never killed anybody in my life.

- I know, it was a manifestation.

Something that we can dissect and interpret.

It was never meant to be literal.

- It felt so real.

- I know.

I know, take a moment, sit up.

(Blaire sniffling) Okay, sit up.

Look, I know it doesn't feel like it right now,

but this has been a very positive step.

(dramatic music)

- [Victoria] What's happened, Blaire?

- [Blaire] He's dead.

He's dead!

I killed him. (keypad beeping)

- Hi.

It's me.

Can I come see you?

Hi, Edmund

- Well, hello, Vicky.

- I hate when you call me that.

- Why do you think I still do it?

(both chuckle)

Sit.

- It's weird being back here.

I miss it.

- Well, if you like, we can move you back in next door.

Nobody will mind.

I'm glad you called.

I was under the assumption that a certain

best-selling author had grown beyond her past.

- Ah, it's impossible.

Isn't there an old saying that students

are merely reflections of their professors?

- There must be some kind of gibberish like that.

I hope you don't mind while I grovel

for a signed copy of your latest book.

- I like when you grovel.

(pen scribbling)

(laughs)

- Well, if that's the case,

when can I expect my first royalty check?

- What you taught me was invaluable.

- I'm sure we can come up with a fair price.

So what can this old doc help you with?

- One of my patients.

We had a very interesting hypnotherapy session.

(dramatic music)

I wanted to explore more, but her reaction was so severe.

- I think you're intentionally leaving something out.

That this bears a resemblance to Dylan McNalt.

- Yeah.

I thought so too.

- You specialize in dreams and hypnotherapy.

Eventually you're bound to get cases that are similar.

In our field, this dream is not too uncommon.

I think this is just a coincidence.

Have you taken any time off since, um,

you left?

- I didn't come here to talk about me.

- I did.

And I should tell you

that I don't practice that type of therapy anymore.

I don't use hypnotherapy

to meddle into people's dreams and memories.

Too often, wires can get crossed.

You, of all people, should understand that.

- So you just quit?

- I'm surprised that

you are not a little more gun-shy about this.

- Poor choice of words.

- Look, after McNalt,

I reassessed the value of practicing it regularly.

I thought you were too.

That's one of the reasons why I thought you left.

- Your techniques still hold value.

- Leave it for addictions like smoking

and binge eating.

In a worst-case scenario, someone has to count calories

for the rest of their life.

Are you still having the dreams?

- Maybe if I'd been able to reach out to his family--

- Vicky,

we had to respect their wishes.

(clears throat)

- So, do you have any guidance for me?

Because I could really use some right now.

- The only guidance I have for you is to be careful.

We both know that you have a tendency to get

Close.

(tense music)

Victoria.

(dramatic music)

- I'm glad to see you like this.

You look good.

- Thank you. - You look happy.

I got my doctor to thank for that.

Last night was the first good sleep I've had in a while.

- Well, you can thank yourself too.

We did this together.

(tense music)

- I love you.

- [Victoria] I'm your doctor,

nothing more.

- [Dylan] But there's something here.

I didn't just imagine it.

I mean, you see inside me.

Inside my soul. (recorder beeps)

(sighs)

- Dylan, I'm in a relationship.

I'm happy.

(ominous music)

I can't be your doctor anymore.

- [Dylan] So we can be together.

- That's never gonna happen.

You're gonna wake up in the morning and realize

this was a huge mistake.

- No.

- You should go.

(sighs)

- Whatever happens next, I'll be with you.

- [Derek] Excuse me.

- Hey. - Hey.

- What are you doing here?

- I have a book for you to sign.

- I already signed one for you.

- Well, I bought another one.

- You know, even though you're boosting my book sales,

we're gonna talk about this at your next session.

- I'm just supporting you.

- And I appreciate your support.

- Listen, um,

after this, whenever it ends,

I'm free if you wanna grab a cup of coffee

or just, or dinner.

I mean-- - Derek?

- Yeah? - It's been a really long day.

I'm just gonna go straight home.

(tense music)

- Sir, I suggest you go.

- Don't make the mistake of touching me.

Back out of my-- - It's okay.

- Get out of my space!

Back!

- It's okay.

Derek, I'll see you next week.

- Okay, all right.

Uh (mutters).

(tense music)

- Okay.

(alarm chirps)

(horn honks)

(both gasp) (ominous music)

- I'm sorry.

- Blaire. - I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to scare you.

Nancy said you'd be coming back here.

- What's wrong?

- I see it every night,

the death of that man.

Please help me (crying).

Please.

- Let's go to my office.

Hey, Jason.

Um, I'm gonna have to cancel tonight.

I'll, uh, I'll talk to you later.

Okay, bye.

(phone beeps)

- Thank you so much for doing this.

I really hope I didn't take you away

from something important.

- Nah, he'll understand.

Um, I'm gonna make myself some tea.

Would you like some tea?

- Yes, please.

- I know I have green tea here, and I think Nancy

has chamomile in here desk.

- Chamomile would be nice.

- Okay, I'll be back.

(drawer opens) (ominous music)

(drawer closes)

- This past week, I've barely remembered anything.

Um, the days have disappeared.

I don't recall any...

- Well, I think that's pretty normal.

You know, it's easy to get caught up

in your daily routine.

- But this feels like...

Like a trance.

Like blackouts.

You know, like you mentioned in your first book.

- That condition's very rare.

I've only experienced it twice.

- What does it feel like?

- It's disturbing.

Imagine what it's like to go to sleep in the comfort

of your own bed and wake up in the grocery store.

No idea where you've been, what you've done.

(Blaire sniffling)

It's, um, it's terrifying.

- But what if that's what happened to me?

What if I was in some kind of a trance

and I killed that man, and I don't remember?

- No.

We're not gonna go down that path.

It was a dream, a nightmare.

That's it.

And we're gonna take control.

Tonight, I want you to think about your dream

before you go to bed.

And that will help dictate your actions once you drift off.

And then I want you to imagine talking to this man,

engaging him in conversation.

I want you to ask him, ask him why he's there.

What does he want from you?

- I don't think I can do that.

- Then you're not gonna get better.

(Blaire sniffling)

If it helps, if it gives you any kind of comfort,

imagine that I'm with you.

But it has to be you who engages with him.

(Derek sighs)

Do you wanna tell me how you're feeling?

What's wrong, Derek?

- This isn't fair.

Things are not in order, Victoria.

- It's Dr. Wrightmar.

- Oh (chuckles).

Okay.

- [Victoria] Can we talk about

what happened at the bookstore?

- Look, I'm just gonna make you a deal, all right?

Take the paintings.

Do whatever you want with the paintings.

Screw them up, I don't care.

Can I please just put the books back?

Can I just put the books back

the way they were, okay?

Thank you.

- What happened?

We were progressing so nicely.

- I really like you (sighs).

(dramatic music)

- I like you, too,

as your doctor. (Derek scoffs)

Derek, you need to remember

this is a doctor-patient relationship.

(Derek sniffles) Do you understand that?

- (knuckles crack) Is it because of him?

- Who do you mean when you say "him"?

If you continue down this path,

we're gonna make alternate arrangements.

- What, you're gonna get rid of me?

- I didn't say that.

But we might have to see each other monthly

instead of weekly.

Allow some distance to grow between us.

- I thought that we were going to be seeing

more of each other, not less.

- If this acting out is your way of forcing that,

then we need to add more time between our sessions.

(Derek sighs)

I know this seems harsh,

but I need to be very firm with you.

I don't wanna jeopardize your progress.

- Can I leave?

- Derek...

- I need to leave.

(dramatic music)

(door opens)

(door closes)

(cellphone beeps)

- Nancy, can you come in here, please?

I need you to run down to the S.F.U. Medical Library

and pick up these books.

- Now?

- Yeah.

- Well, what about your afternoon appointments?

- Um, can you cancel them for me?

Except for Blaire Bennett.

(phone ringing) (Nancy laughing)

(faint voices talking)

(phone ringing) - [Nancy] No.

That's just not true.

- Nancy.

- (laughs) That was a good one.

- Nancy, if you're still here,

could you at least answer the phones?

- (clears throat) Sorry. - It's all right.

- I was just leaving.

- She was just leaving.

- Always getting the girls in trouble, aren't you, Edmund?

- Sort of my forte.

I was just in the neighborhood, and I thought I'd stop by.

Brighten up your day.

- And check up on me? (Edmund chuckling)

- Let's get a cup of coffee.

- Okay.

(ominous music)

- You know, I can't say that I blame him

developing a crush on his doctor.

- I need Dr. Sylvan right now, not Edmund.

- All right.

- You know, he's never showed

any sign of transference before the bookstore.

I don't know.

Maybe I just didn't see it.

- Well...

My suggestion is to give him some firmer boundaries,

more limitations.

Show him that there's a clear line between you and him.

- I made it very clear that there would be consequences.

- And how did he take it?

- He bolted from my office.

- Do you think he's a threat?

I mean, a physical threat?

- No, not to me.

Maybe to himself.

I can't have this happen again.

- You know, Victoria, if you're worried

that he's a threat, you can declare him 5150.

- I don't think we're at that point yet.

I don't think he's suicidal.

- Why would you be afraid to use it?

- I'm not.

Do you think I am?

You think I should've used it on McNalt.

- I didn't say that.

- That's what it sounds like.

- How is your hypnosis case?

(chuckles)

(hand thuds on table)

- There it is.

(clears throat)

The real reason for your visit.

- [Edmund] Oh, come on.

- What happened to "be careful"?

- I thought maybe I could elaborate

on my advice a little if you'd let me.

I know I can be, uh, a tad

on the curmudgeonly side sometimes.

It comes with getting wise, and old age.

(both laugh)

- Dr. Wrightmar. - Blaire.

Wow!

You look great today.

- It's all because of you.

Last night was the first good sleep I've had in awhile.

- That's great.

I'm proud of you.

Come on, I wanna hear everything.

(tense music)

Oh, my god.

- [Blaire] What is it?

- My computer and my recorder...

They're gone.

- So somebody has it?

They could be listening to everything that I told you?

To everything that I said?

- Blaire.

Blaire.

(keypad beeping)

(line ringing)

- [Detective] Who was the last one here?

- I was. (camera shutter clicking)

- [Detective] What about your assistant?

- I sent her out to run some errands for me.

- Uh-huh.

Did she know you were gonna be gone?

- (sighs) No.

A colleague came by and took me out for some coffee.

- Well, I'll need that colleague's information.

- Yeah, of course.

(camera shutter clicking)

- [Detective] You keep narcotics here?

- I don't medicate my patients.

- I'll take that as a "no," then, huh?

- That's a "no."

Look, it is very important that I get my computers back.

Especially my laptop and my recorder.

I record all of my patients' sessions.

They're all on there.

And there were a couple of older case files that were taken,

and some of them are very important to me.

- You have any problems with any of your patients lately?

- You mean anyone that would do this?

(ominous music)

- Yeah.

- No.

Nothing that violent.

- Okay.

Well, are we done?

I got pretty much everything I need.

If you think of anything else, give me a call.

(dramatic music)

(door opens)

(door closes)

- Whoa.

What happened?

- We had a break-in.

- Okay, I can clean up.

- No, that's fine, don't worry about it.

Did you get the books?

- No, they were closed.

- Well, I wish you'd called ahead and not just run off.

- I'm sorry, I was just doing what you wanted me to.

- It's fine.

Just take the afternoon.

(Nancy sighs)

- The only message was Jason's.

He said he was coming by to pull you away for lunch.

(dramatic music)

(birds cawing)

- [Victoria] You're not saying much.

- [Jason] I don't have anything to say.

You called me, I thought maybe

you had something to say.

- [Victoria] I just wanted to see my man.

- Am I still your man?

- Of course you are.

- I thought maybe things had changed.

- Why would you think that?

- I don't know.

You've been so distant lately.

I thought maybe I pushed you too hard,

or there was someone else.

- Babe.

Are you kidding me?

Baby, how can you even think that?

I mean, look at you.

You're so handsome.

And you're successful,

and you're so sweet to me.

I'm sorry I've been out of touch.

- Aah!

- Babe, what happened?

- I punched a wall.

- Why did you do that?

- Got angry.

I'm allowed to get angry, all right?

- I never said you weren't.

- Oh, no, I can feel your psychoanalysis kicking in.

I knew you'd never plan anything for yourself,

or for us, so...

I spent the last week

organizing a weekend away for us.

- You did?

- When I found the perfect place, I rushed over to see you,

and I saw you coming out of your office with him.

I got jealous, and I punched a wall.

(tense music)

- In my office?

Jason, you know the police have already been there.

They've dusted for prints.

- What are you trying to say?

- I'm saying if you broke into my office

because you're pissed off at me, that's fine.

But I need my laptop back, I need my recorder.

Jason!

- I need to leave before I punch something else.

(knocking on door)

- Blaire, I just want to apologize.

I feel terrible about what happened.

Can we please just talk?

Okay, I'm gonna leave you alone.

I just wanted to check in before the police came to see you.

- Why would they wanna talk to me?

- Because of the break-in.

- But I don't know anything.

I was with you.

- And that's what I told them,

but they probably still have some questions for you.

- Anyway, the first night, I put you there with me.

I was able to approach the man.

But when I touched him, I woke up.

- Well, that's a good first step.

These things take time.

You can't expect it to resolve itself overnight.

- I guess.

But the second night, I talked to him.

- Oh, that's incredible.

So what did he say?

Who was he?

- I think you know.

It being after the divorce and all.

- Your ex-husband.

Well, it did seem like the most logical person.

- He said he was sorry...

For everything.

He asked for my forgiveness.

- What did you do?

- He was the one person

who understood me.

And he abandoned me.

I was furious.

Without thinking, the gun appeared in my hand,

and I pointed it straight at him.

- And did you?

- I was so tired

of being angry.

I put the gun down, and I forgave him.

- That's wonderful.

So what about the dreams?

- They've stopped.

I feel so liberated,

at peace.

I feel like me again,

and it's all because of you.

- No.

This was all you.

(keypad beeping)

(cellphone humming)

Jason?

(suspenseful music)

(sighs) Jason, if you're trying to scare me,

I'm not in the mood.

(ominous music)

Jason?

Oh, my God.

Jason!

Oh, Jason, are you okay?

Jason, say something to me.

Jason.

(keypad beeping)

Help me.

I need an ambulance right away.

(monitor beeping)

(ventilator whooshing)

I'm sorry.

I can't lose you.

I can't lose you.

(monitor beeping)

Jason.

- Jason's in his room.

I brought you here so we could talk privately.

(Victoria sighs)

Do you remember?

- Of course.

It's all my fault.

- Come again?

- Oh, it's just, we had a fight earlier.

I accused him of being the one who trashed my office.

- Did he?

- No, well, of course not.

After he had seen me leave my office with a colleague,

we both jumped to conclusions we shouldn't have.

- So, do you have any idea who did this?

- No.

- No?

You have no idea

who would write a note saying, "now we can be together"?

No? That kind of note?

Is that what you're saying?

- Trust is a very important part

of my profession, Detective.

- Yeah, as in mine, Doctor.

- Okay.

I don't have anything else to say to you.

(monitor beeping)

(ventilator whooshing)

I'll be back.

You stay strong.

(alarm chirps)

- [Victoria] Thank you so much.

- All right, all right, I'm gonna open it.

Derek, open up, it's the manager!

I'm gonna come in!

It's a closet.

Bathroom and bedroom are the next two.

- Victoria. (suspenseful music)

When we talked, I told you to wait for me.

(Victoria gasps)

Victoria! (breathing heavily)

- Sorry, I-- - Are you okay?

- [Manager] All right, you looked around, now you gotta go.

- Come on.

You should tell the police.

- All I have is a suspicion.

If he did do it, I drove him to it.

- Vicky, you can't think that way.

- I just wanna find him.

- [Detective] Victoria, Doctor.

- Detective.

- So I spoke to your assistant.

Posed the same questions to her that I did to you.

Funny, name rolled right off her tongue just like that.

Funnier still,

here you are at the same man's place.

- I wanted to make sure he hadn't hurt himself.

I was gonna talk to him.

If he did it, I was gonna have him turn himself in.

- That's my job.

It's a criminal matter now.

So do me a favor.

Let me know if there's any other suspicions

you might have about any other clients.

- Of course.

- So if he did do it,

what do you think set him off?

- He was becoming overly attached to me,

to our routine, so I threatened to change our schedule.

(Detective scoffs)

For an obsessive-compulsive, that's nothing to scoff at.

It can mean everything.

- All right.

Thank you, Doctor.

- Detective.

- Victoria.

(car door closes)

(engine starts)

(dramatic music)

(ominous music)

(gasps)

(breathing heavily)

- Why are you doing this to me, Victoria?

- How'd you get in my house?

- Why weren't you there?

- Where?

- At our place,

that's where.

- Do you mean our appointment?

- I mean the Paradiso hotel, room 515.

You promised me that you would be there.

You're supposed to love me.

You told me you loved me.

- I never said that.

- You never told me that you loved me,

is that what you're saying?

- I never said that, Derek.

- [Derek] You said that you loved me.

- (mutters) Aah!

No! (Derek yells)

Derek-- - I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean-- - Get out!

- No, no, no, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, listen, please.

I didn't mean it, it's just that.

(sighs) You're messing with my head.

(sniffs) I don't understand.

What game are you playing with me?

(both breathing heavily)

- Did you break into my office to punish me?

- I did that all for you.

- How is that possibly for me?

- Because you told me to.

- No, I didn't.

- Yes, you did.

Yes, you did.

You told me that you loved me.

You told me that we could be together,

and you told me to break into your stupid office!

Yes, you did, Victoria!

- Why would I ask you to do that?

- Is this some kind of sick, uh,

psychiatric game that you're playing with me?

Is this a test to see how much I love you?

Is this like the, uh, the books and the picture frames?

- I want to understand you.

You have to put the gun down.

- Do you wanna get rid of me?

- No.

I wanna help you.

- And I thought I was your favorite patient.

(breathes heavily) It isn't fair.

It isn't fair.

It isn't fair.

I trusted you.

- You can still trust me.

No! (gun fires)

(siren wailing)

(faint voices chattering) Hang in there, Derek.

- Second man in your life in two days.

Maybe I should start looking over my shoulder.

- Do you think this is a joke?

- Joke? No.

It's not a joke at all. (camera shutter clicking)

There are a lot of questions, aren't there?

- Derek became attached to me.

It happens sometimes in my profession.

It's called transference. - Oh, what?

- He created some wild fantasy in his head

where he and I had more than a doctor-patient relationship.

He thought that Jason was the only thing

that stood between us,

and then when he took him out of the picture,

he didn't understand why I still denied him.

He couldn't distinguish between

truth and fiction.

- Well, hopefully, if he doesn't die,

he'll have the very same rational explanation.

- How can he?

He's not rational.

- Oh, that's right, there's only one rational explanation,

and that's yours apparently.

(scoffs)

- What are you implying?

- You're in a robe, with a patient,

in your room in the middle of the night.

What do you mean, what am I implying?

- He broke into my house.

I didn't exactly have time to pick out a suit.

- All right, we'll give you guys a minute.

- That's a great idea, come on.

(sniffles)

- It's happening again.

- No, no.

Stop this.

He's still alive.

- (sighs) Yeah, for now.

- Victoria, listen to me.

Look at my eyes, look.

He's alive.

Let that in.

(sniffles)

- Everything was normal,

and now it's twisted. (camera shutter clicking)

What can't I see?

What am I missing?

- Sometimes misdiagnosis happens.

- This was a complete schizophrenic break.

How could I have missed that?

- All right, okay, all right.

Just take some deep breaths.

This is not your fault.

- Can I talk to you a minute?

Alone.

(Victoria sniffles)

- I would consult a lawyer

before you say another word to this gentleman.

All right?

(Victoria sniffles)

- I don't have anything to hide.

- Do you, uh, recognize this?

- No.

- This is your client's cell phone.

And on it, (keypad beeping)

in an e-mail,

there's this.

"Soon we can come out of the dark, V."

- So you think I wrote that because it's signed with a "V"?

- No, I think you fell in love with your patient.

That's called countertransference in your profession.

Or maybe you had some other reason to get rid of

Jason Turner, and you used Derek as a tool.

I'm not sure which of the two it is,

but I'm pretty sure it's one of them.

- I have never sent him a message like that.

I have never sent him more than a patient reminder.

- Patient reminder, for a patient that has OCD.

- Can I see that e-mail?

That's not my e-mail address.

Anyone could've created that address.

- Yeah.

Do you think I'd expect someone to use their primary address

when they're having an illicit affair?

I gave you much more credit than that, doc.

Give me a break.

- I'm done talking to you.

Unless, of course, you would like to press charges.

- I need you to stay close to home.

- I didn't do this.

- Well, if that's true, and somebody else did,

they must be carrying the mother of all grudges.

(ominous music) (gasps)

(sighs)

- Ready?

- When this happened before with McNalt,

were you angry when I left?

- I'd be lying if I said no.

But that was quite some time ago.

You left because you blamed our relationship

for his death.

(monitor beeping)

- Hello. - Hi.

Let me help you with that.

- I think his gauze came off.

- Okay, let me see.

- Is that a burn?

- Uh, an electrical burn.

- If he was beaten, why would he have--

- If I had to guess,

looks pretty consistent with a taser.

- Thanks.

(beeping continues)

(tense music)

(metallic jingle)

(electricity arcing) (Victoria grunts)

- [Detective] Do you wanna press charges, ma'am?

- Honestly, Detective,

I just wanna know what she's doing here.

- [Policeman] Ma'am, you still know where you are?

- I'm at her house.

She tased me.

- Victoria, I didn't know it was you.

- I'm her doctor.

Uh, I will take responsibility from here.

Are you okay?

- Uh, she's got a good point.

What are you doing here?

- She's responsible for all of this.

She hurt Jason.

She manipulated Derek

into breaking into my office, my home.

- What are you talking about?

- The taser.

You tased him.

Check it.

Her fingerprints are gonna be all over it.

- Of course they are.

I've been carrying it since the break-in at the office.

- His DNA's gonna be on it too.

- I have not tased anyone except for you.

- Just cut the good-girl act, will you?

Check her computer, her phone records.

You'll find the phony e-mail address

that she used with Derek.

- That your phone there on the table?

- Yes. - Can I have it?

- Take my phone, check my computer.

I didn't do anything.

- Oh, God, she's behind all of this!

She had access to everything!

Was it so bad working for me?

Did I treat you so poorly?

- Victoria, you need to calm down now.

This is not helping.

(dramatic music)

- Oh, my God.

Did you do this with her?

(laughs)

I mean, you were always more loyal to him.

But you?

I trusted you.

(crying) Oh.

God!

What was it, the book?

Was it the money or the fame?

I don't get it!

- I think I do wanna press charges.

- Hold on, just, please, hold on.

Victoria, look at me.

Look at me.

Breathe in.

Breathe in.

(Victoria sniffles) That's it.

Come on, breathe in, deep breath.

(Victoria inhales) And out.

(exhales)

You're not thinking straight right now.

Stay with me, okay?

I would not do anything to hurt you,

ever, and neither would Nancy.

Now, you've gotta stop these crazy accusations.

None of this is helping, okay?

You're making it worse for yourself.

Don't throw everything away.

'Cause that's what's gonna happen.

You can do this.

- Sorry.

- I know.

Okay?

(Victoria sniffles)

- I'm sorry.

I know that neither one of you

would do that, and, uh,

it's just everything with Derek and Jason's got me confused,

and, um, I...

I just let my imagination run wild, so...

So I hope you accept my apology.

- So, where does that put us with pressing charges?

- No.

- All right.

You're free to go.

- [Edmund] You okay?

- Considering.

Just, uh...

I thought I'd put it all behind me.

It's happening all over again.

Derek wound up just like McNalt.

It's because of me.

- Derek is still alive.

It's nothing like that.

- It's exactly the same.

The worst case of my career is repeating itself.

What about that hypnosis case, Blaire?

Even you said it was like McNalt.

It can't just be a coincidence.

- These cases are completely unrelated.

The only thing that they have in common is you.

Go on, go to bed.

You have any problems, you need me for anything,

you call me, okay?

Anything.

- Thank you.

(dramatic music)

(cellphone humming)

(beeps)

Hello?

- Victoria?

- Blaire?

What's wrong?

- The dreams, they're back.

Please help me.

I thought I was strong enough.

I thought I got better.

- You are strong enough.

This is something that's buried deep in your subconscious.

These things take time.

- The past couple of nights, I haven't felt like myself.

Like I have no control.

I thought of how easy it would be

to just end it.

- Blaire, we're gonna get through this.

I know how hard it is.

Trust me.

- No, you don't know how hard this is.

- Actually, I do.

You know that first book I wrote on hypnotherapy?

The one that you and two other people read?

(both chuckle)

- What about it?

- That was actually based on a real patient.

(sighs)

That patient, Dylan...

He took his life.

I failed him (dramatic music)

as a doctor.

I let him get too close, and then,

when I pulled away, it destroyed him.

I've been haunted by his memory for years.

Even still, some mornings, I wake up,

and I'm drenched with sweat,

remembering,

regretting.

So...

I do know how it feels to have that hole in your heart.

A piece of you that'll never grow back.

- Can you stay here tonight?

- Of course.

That would be a good idea.

(ominous music)

- You know that you want me.

- I don't love you.

- [Derek] You told me we would be together!

- I never said that.

- You're not gonna mess with my brain or anything, right?

- No.

- You love me, don't you?

- You love me.

The only thing they have in common is you.

(gasps)

(ominous music)

- [Blaire] Please, don't hurt me anymore.

- What?

- No, no, please.

Oh, my god, what's happened?

- [Blaire] Stay away from me.

You're sick.

- I didn't do this.

- It was like you were in some sort of a trance.

- Oh, my god.

This can't be happening again.

(breathing heavily)

This can't be happening.

- How many lives do you have to destroy?

- I came here to help you.

- (crying) How...

How could you live with yourself?

How could you sleep?

You're a monster.

- None of this makes any sense.

- You want to kill me?

- I would never do that.

- Is that what you did to Dylan?

Did he actually kill himself?

Or did you pull the trigger?

Are you strong enough

to do the right thing?

It's okay.

Whatever happens next,

I'll be with you.

- What did you say?

What did you say?

(ominous music)

- What are you doing?

What are you doing?

(pills rattle)

(suspenseful music)

- [Dylan] I feel so liberated, at peace.

- I feel so liberated, at peace.

- [Dylan] I feel like me again, and it's all because of you.

- I feel like me again, and it's all because of you.

It's all because of you.

Last night was the first good sleep I've had in awhile.

- Last night was the first good sleep I've had in awhile.

- [Blaire] Whatever happens next...

- I'll be with you.

- Oh, my god.

- Victoria.

(suspenseful music)

Is it all falling into place for you now?

You killed my brother!

- He killed himself!

(gun firing) (screams)

- Now you're gonna die! - No!

(both grunt)

This won't help you deal with Dylan!

- It already has,

and everyone's gonna think it was all your fault.

- No one's gonna believe you. (both grunt)

(grunting)

(grunting)

(Blaire grunting)

Everyone will know the monster you really are!

- No!

(glass clatters)

Would you just stop

and let me help you?

Dylan's death hurt me too.

He was my patient,

my responsibility.

He killed himself under my care.

Do you understand how devastating that was?

Every day I ask myself,

what could I have done differently, what did I miss?

- What didn't I see?

- He was sick.

Blaire, he was sick.

And I know that we both did everything

that we could to save him.

Will you please let me help you?

- No.

Watching your life destroyed around you

is all the help I need.

- It's not gonna last.

You know it's not gonna last.

Even if you don't regret what you did to me,

what about Jason?

What about Derek?

You hurt them both.

They didn't even know your brother.

Dylan loved you.

- Stop talking about him.

- Why?

That's why we're here, right?

That's why you did all this.

He's gone.

(Blaire crying)

This isn't gonna bring him back.

- I loved him so much.

He was my everything.

I loved him so much.

- [Victoria] I know.

It's okay.

(Blaire sniffles)

It's gonna be okay.

(faint voices chattering)

- [Detective] (grunts) How you doing, Doc?

- [Victoria] Great.

- I'll tell you what,

you sure are lucky the neighbor heard the gunshots,

or you wouldn't be here.

- You have a very strange definition of "lucky."

What's gonna happen with her?

- She got a lot to answer for.

And she sure needs a lot more help

than a jail cell can afford her.

(faint voices chattering)

You're a strange girl, Doc.

Someone tries to kill you,

and you ask if she's gonna be okay.

(chuckles)

- I'm her doctor.

So, what's his protocol?

- Just leave it with me.

He'll be fine.

- I'd like monthly reports.

- Yes, doctor.

Monthly reports it will be.

- Thank you.

- How's your other patient?

She doing okay?

- Well, Blaire's gonna take a lot of recovery,

but I think she's finally ready to start healing.

- Good, that's good to hear.

Maybe this time, just don't write a book about it.

(laughs)

- That's some good advice, thank you.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have a long-awaited vacation to attend to.

- Ah.

(dramatic music)

- You know, you're a hard girl to whisk away.

- But so worth it.

- Yes, you are. (Victoria chuckling)

Not that it's gone to your head or anything.

- You know what?

I learned I'm pretty scrappy in a fist fight.

You might not wanna mess with me.

(clears throat)

- But I love messing with you.

- Well, you have a whole week with nothing to do

but mess with me.

- Don't threaten me with a good time.

- I'm glad we're doing this.

- Yeah? - Mm.

- I was beginning to wonder if you really liked me or not.

You always have this wall up.

- Yeah.

That wall's coming down now.

I'm ready.

(tense music)