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[suspenseful music playing]

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[sinister tone plays]

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[music fades]

[camera shutter clicking]

[door creaking]

[Detective Maxwell] One stiff
blunt force trauma to the head.

Repeated strikes,
lots of damage.

[Detective Williams]
Anything else?

No signs of forced entry.

And a witness gave us
a description of the perp.

[Williams sighs]

Anything else?

Possible motive?

Enemies, that kinda thing?

Neighbors said he pretty much
kept to himself.

There was a divorce
a while back.

But other than that,
seems pretty quiet.

What's the story on the perp?

A witness said
he walked out the front door,

got in his car and drove off.

Description?

White, paunchy.

Diseased-looking.

Guess he kinda had a blank look
like nobody was home.

[Trower] Jennings?

Absolute waste of space
if you ask me.

[Detective Maxwell] How so?

[Trower] Just look at the guy.

I can't say I know the man.

Any details
you may have about Murray,

his behavior, his demeanor
would be really helpful to us.

Relax, lady.
I'm getting there.

He wasn't exactly
what you would call

an outgoing type.

Kept to himself and quiet.

Head down.

Hey, does knowing all this shit
really help you guys?

-[Detective Maxwell] Maybe.
-[Trower laughs]

Could have fooled me.

You mentioned
that you let Mr. Jennings go.

What was the reason behind that?

Uh.

He was coming in late
and not doing any work.

Hell, one day
he stayed in the same spot,

several hours.

Didn't move.

Didn't say a fucking word.

Did he have
a history of drug abuse?

How the hell would I know?

I'm not his bed buddy.

Newsflash, lady. I'm a busy guy.

I don't have time
to babysit fuck nuts.

Clearly.

Do you have any footage
of this incident?

Of course.

Right this way.

It's right there.

I like to keep, uh...

up to date.

If there's anything you need,
Detective, just let me know.

I'll be more
than happy to, uh...

give you all I got, Detective.

Thank you very much.

We'll reach out if we need
any further information.

Oh, please do.

Talking to you two
has been an absolute slice.

[suspenseful music building]

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[Detective Maxwell]
Anything interesting?

Jack shit.

[suspenseful music continues]

[Detective Williams]
How're you holding up?

I don't know
what the fuck that was.

Some weird shit.

I've never seen
anything like that.

And what the fuck
were those things?

The lab should have
something for us soon.

Hey.

Be thankful that's the worst
thing you've seen.

Yeah.

Have a...

good night.

You okay?

What?

You okay?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm fine.

You got some vacation time

coming soon, right?

Why?

I thought we might as well
take a trip somewhere.

I was thinking Alaska.

You know,
see some of the old sites.

Again?

Yeah. Again.

I, um...

[sighs] I-- I just
don't have the time.

The ski equipment is,
uh, cluttering the garage.

Um, do you mind moving it?

Maybe we should
just toss it out.

Just get rid of it like that?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, my God.

[light switch clicks]

[quiet, sorrowful music plays]

[ominous music building]

[man] What is shyness?

Shyness is the idea
that you cannot

or should not do something.

Shyness is the repression
of the soul.

Repression, plain and simple.

So how does one deal
with the repression

of one's very being?

Is there a way out?

I'm here to tell you, yes.

There is a way out.

Step one.

You must act first.

Detective Williams.

I hope I'm not in trouble.

I just have a few questions,
Mr. Corvath.

Perhaps this can
be done another time.

The-- The doctor is very busy.

I'm happy to help
in whatever way I can.

We have a prior engagement,
so we're a bit rushed.

This won't take long.

This man Burt Jennings

is wanted
in connection to a murder.

He was in possession
of one of your books.

Had attended a seminar.

Just wanted to know
if you've had any contact

or any information.

I am afraid
I won't be able to help you.

I don't recognize him.

Well, if you can
think of anything

that might help us...

here's my card.

[laughs]

Okay.

Thank you very much,
Detective Williams.

Uh, if I think of anything,
you'll be the first to know.

Oh, uh, detective.

I just wanted to thank you
for coming today.

I hope it was helpful.

We'll see, Doctor.

[Dr. Corvath]
Hello there, folks.

One at a time, please.

[indistinct chatter]

[laughter]

Ladies and gentlemen, the doctor
has a prior engagement,

so we'll have
to call in the night early.

Thank you so much for coming.

Excuse me, sir.

Uh, I see you're already
following step one.

[Henry] Uh, yeah, I guess so.

Uh, anyway, I just,
I had a couple questions

about the program.

Uh, it's pretty simple,
just step by step.

No, I-- I get that.

But, um,
what is the success rate like

for someone with severe shyness
and social anxiety?

Don't think about success rates.

Keep the technicalities
out of it and just focus on you.

This is about finding ways
to pull yourself out,

not rates and numbers.

Success is totally up to you.

If you rate your success
by whether you can chat

with a perfect stranger
about the weather or...

sleep with someone after
only an hour of talking to them.

What sounds successful to you?

I just wanna feel normal
and, like, I can talk to people.

[Dr. Corvath] Do you feel
your lack of success

is due to your discomfort
around others?

Yes.

You are you.

I want you to focus on that.

You have to be
comfortable with yourself

before you can be
comfortable with others.

Dr. Corvath, we have to go soon.

Ugh. I'm so sorry.
I don't believe I got your name.

[Henry]
Uh, my name is Henry, sir.

Ah, Henry.

Um, well,
you can call me Merrick.

It's a mouthful.

Anyway, I have to run.

So if you're interested
in any further information

about the program...

feel free to contact me.

Uh, there's a private
seminar soon.

I mean,
this is just for information.

So, if you're interested
in digging deeper, call me.

It was really nice meeting you.

[quiet suspenseful music plays]

[Greg] It is a total scam.

I don't know.
Maybe, but it might be worth it.

[Greg] Yeah, try it out.

You know, give them
your power of attorney and, uh,

maybe, you know,
go out like Jonestown.

Seems like a good idea to me.

Why are you jumping
into Jonestown?

It's just like
a-- a self-help thing.

So was Jonestown.

They get you weak boys sucked in
and take you for all your worth.

-[Henry] I'll be fine.
-But, you know,

speaking of worth,
how much did you spend on that?

[Henry] I'm not
comfortable telling you.

That means you spent too much.

That is unbelievable.

After everything
I've done for you, you know.

And I do it for free, right?

And here you are
going behind my back

giving some asshole money.

What's his name again?

Corvath. Dr. Corvath.

Cor-- Doctor Cor--

Dr. Corvath.
That's a made-up name.

-That name doesn't exist.
-[Henry] I have his book.

I'm sorry, you gave him money,
you gave him more money

on top of the money
you already gave him?

What the fuck, man?
This guy took money from you.

What did he--
what did he even tell you?

"If you believe in yourself,
it'll change"?

-It was very informative. Okay?
-Oh, I bet. Oh, I bet it was.

I mean, look at how much of
an effect it's had on your life.

Look at-- You've changed
like that overnight.

He made
a lot of really good points.

[Greg] Oh, I bet he did.

I bet he said everything that
you wanted to hear last night.

Good God.

You know, mark my words,
you are going to get screwed.

So, um...

you ready to do something
with your life tonight?

[Henry] Sounds
like an awful time.

I'm sorry,

speed dating sounds worse
than ritual suicide.

It's a bunch of losers there.

Bunch of losers?

There's gonna be a bunch
of beautiful women that--

There's gonna be
a bunch of women there

that, you know,
you might have a chance with.

So...

listen bud, you are not
fucking an Adonis, okay?

So, maybe you need to lower
your standards a little bit

so that you can find someone
that's your speed, right?

You gonna be there?

-[Henry] Yeah, I'll be there.
-You know what?

I'm gonna pick you up
'cause I don't trust you.

All right.

I'm really not comfortable

getting dropped
into this shit, dude.

You have to take
a dive into the deep end

-if you wanna learn how to swim.
-Dude, I hate swimming.

You have to learn
how to swim in order to thrive.

Look how much nicer
you look than me.

It's because I try.

[grunts softly] Look.

Stakes are low.
Just try to have some fun.

All right? And you know what?

If you fuck up, you can always
move on to the next girl.

[laughter]

[indistinct chatter]

I'm Inez. [chuckles]

I'm Henry.

Um...

One of us is gonna
have to talk eventually.

Yeah. Um...

[clears his throat] I'm sorry.

Uh--

Let's start nice and simple.

Um... what do you do?

I work--

I-- I work in an office.

[indistinct background chatter]

Uh, doing what?

Paperwork.

Lots-- [sighs]
lots of paperwork.

That's, uh,
that sounds interesting.

Um...

Do you like what you do?

I guess so.

[paper towel rustling]

[Greg] What the fuck, man?

Why do you always
make me do shit like this?

Because someone's
gotta get you laid.

That's pretty weird, dude.

Look, I don't wanna
make you feel weird,

or a piece of shit
or anything.

But it's depressing
to watch you around women.

Oh, well,
thank you for your concern.

[Greg] No, seriously,
man. It's sad.

Can't take it anymore,
watching you suffer.

Why is this so important to you?

Maybe I see
a little bit of myself in you

-before I was cool.
-[Henry] Oh, fuck you.

Oh, oh, oh.
Now I'm offended.

After everything I did for you?

Also, your tally,
how many numbers?

Zero.

Pathetic. Uh-- [Greg laughs]

That's just pathetic, man.

Yeah, well,
if you're such a magnet,

-how many did you get?
-Four.

Bullshit.

[paper rustling]

That's your handwriting.

[Greg] You calling
me a liar, kiddo?

Yes, I'm calling you a liar.
Show me the--

[Greg] No, no. You see with
your eyes, not with your hands.

No need to shatter
your confidence anymore.

Well, maybe I don't want
to meet people in bars.

You know, here's a question.

Uh, did you just spend the whole
time staring at the table?

I talked.

"Hello" isn't talking.

You actually
have to engage these women.

Talk to them.

Not just
staring down at your hands,

-creeping them out.
-[Henry] I'm not a creep.

[grunts softly]

I'm not saying this
to hurt you,

but you creep people out.

I mean, I don't think
you're a creep personally,

but other people
definitely think you're a creep.

[Henry] See, this is exactly why
I don't like doing this shit.

You always rag on me
and then I go home feeling

like an even bigger piece
of shit than I did before.

Would you stop
being a fucking baby?

I, uh, I'm trying
to do this as a friend.

And if you can't see that,
then I don't know what to say.

So stop acting
like this is hurting you.

Lighten the fuck up.

To get into this thing, right?

The least
he could do is fucking try.

But instead, he just sits
there staring at his fucking

little sausage fingers,
you know?

[Greg imitates Henry] "Oh, well,
I-- I work at an organization

and there's paper there

and I-- I-- I have a dick
that goes inwards."

[Greg imitates crying] You know?

Oh, hey,
you didn't have to do that.

[Henry] Oh, it's no problem,
I'm just trying to be helpful.

Well, thanks for that, Henry.

How did you know my name?

[Camille] Your, uh-- [laughs]

Oh, sorry,
I didn't realize I still had it.

[Camille] Rodian. Ritzy.

Yeah, it's, um, it's nearby.

[Camille] What is that?

[Henry] It's, uh,

nothing fancy, it's just like...

-[mouthing]
-[Henry] ...pencil pushing.

Gotta be
some good benefits though.

Yeah. Not bad.

Pardon me, kiddo. [grunts]

Just thought
I'd bring the lady my mess.

-[dishes clattering]
-[Greg chuckles]

-Thank you for that.
-[Greg] Sure.

-Yeah.
-[Camille chuckles]

So, uh,
I haven't seen you here before.

I'm Greg.

So what are-- uh, you new here?

-I am.
-[Greg chuckles]

[soft music playing]

Henry, glad you could come.

[Henry] I, um,
wasn't sure about this.

Yeah, no one ever is.

Let's get you inside.

I have a few people
I wanna introduce you to.

Henry,

I'd like you to meet
Greta and Sebastian.

Speak with Greta.

I think you two
share similar circumstances.

Isn't that right, Greta?

I believe so, Doctor. [giggles]

[Henry]
What are the circumstances?

Your conditions.

I used to be
just like you, Henry.

Never had a clue
what to say to anybody.

Social repression, I should say.

[chuckles] Look at her.

Bell of the ball.

How did you get over it?

Oh, treatments, of course.

This looks like a party.

Well, a little fun.

Little treatment.

-What's the harm in that, huh?
-[all chuckling]

Listen, I have to leave you
for a moment.

Don't be nervous.

You're in good hands here.

Can I get you a drink, Henry?

Uh, what do you--

what do you have?

Well, we have punch and...

-well, punch.
-[both laughing]

Not many options, I'm afraid.

Oh, okay.

Um, Henry,

there's somebody
you absolutely have to meet.

All right? Come with me.

Behave yourself, Henry.

[Greta] Right this way.

Henry, this is Alexander.

Perhaps the most
interesting person in here.

[both speaking foreign language]

You give me far too much credit.

[Greta chuckles]

Henry, you say?

[scoffs] You can't be serious.

All these people here
and you're reading a book.

Paintings, dear girl,

are far more important to me.

Let me ask you...

what does it say to you?

This seems to me
like a representation of a form.

That's all.

No, I don't believe what he,
the artist meant.

Are you trying to say
that it's meant to be more

than representation
of human form?

Look at how bodies,
um, divided by sections.

Look at how limbs are placed.

Nobody moves like that.

This is just
to display movement.

It's very hard to show
three-dimensional movement

on the two-dimensional space.

Or perhaps what he's saying

is that human forms
can be distorted and improved.

[voices fading, echoing]

[eerie music builds]

Well, this is going nowhere.

Let's ask our new friend
what he thinks on the subject.

Henry, what do you think?

Hello. [laughs]

Uh...

what?

Well, do you feel that
the meaning behind the artwork

belongs expressly to the artist?

Or do you feel
that it goes beyond

the artist's intentions
and expressive subjective?

[Alexander] Rather simplistic,
wouldn't you say?

But yes,

how do you feel on the subject?

I don't know.

Well, I guess
this is the best answer

any of us could have hoped for.

[Sebastian] Attention, everyone.

If you could all please join me
in the next room.

Dr. Corvath is ready to begin.

Are you joining us tonight?

I have had enough

of Merrick's sermons
for one evening, I'm afraid.

[scoffs] Suit yourself.

Henry.

Henry.

[pensive piano playing]

[speaking other language]

Good luck to you.

Good luck to you.

[suspenseful music playing]

Well, now that we're all
settled in...

we can begin the session.

Jensen.

♪

[Dr. Corvath]
Something matter, Henry?

What is this stuff?

I'm not gonna lie to you,
it's not exactly tasty.

This next phase is more advanced

than what's in the brochure,

but it's totally on the level.

It's perfectly safe.

You are among friends here,
Henry.

[Henry] Is this--

are we doing drugs?

[chuckles]

We're just gonna talk
a little bit, and, uh...

scrutinize in a friendly way.

[Henry gulps]

Well, then...

if you don't mind, Henry...

why are you here?

I just...

wish I could talk
to people better.

No, no.

Why are you here?

[Henry] I feel like
I'm too shy, I guess.

That's no reason, Henry.

[Dr. Corvath]
Shyness is a symptom.

Why are you here?

I don't understand.

[Dr. Corvath] Yes, you do.

[Henry gasps]

I don't like myself very much.

[Dr. Corvath] And why not?

I don't know.

Because you've been taught
self-hate.

There's no reason for this.

You wanna be open.

You wanna be free.

You can't. Why?

Because you've had
these restrictions

placed on you your entire life.

[voice echoes]
How do you break free

from this prison of the mind?

You cannot remove
those shackles by yourselves.

That, which is ingrained

must be undone

by eliminating
parts of yourself.

[Henry] What's happening to me?

Something necessary.

Jensen, Sebastian.

♪

[mysterious tone plays]

[Henry whimpers]

[Henry whimpers]

[drill whirring]

[Henry screaming]

[drill stops]

[squelching]

[Henry whimpering]

No!

No!

No!

Don't! Don't!

[crying] I won't tell anyone.

You're so lucky, Henry,

to live the rest of your life
without a consciousness.

I envy you.

[Henry] No, no, no!

No, no, no, no!

[Henry screaming in agony]

Hello.

I'm Dr. Merrick Corvath.

And today,

you will begin your ascent

to purity and positivity.

I ask you to think about
what brought you here today.

Now, let's reflect on that.

Now.

[breathing sharply]

Oh, God! Oh, God!

Oh, God.

[breathing heavily]

[tense music playing]

[groaning]

[breathing heavily]

[high pitched ringing]

[pensive music playing]

♪

[phone ringing]

[phone keeps ringing]

[Dr. Corvath]
The mind plays tricks.

It's not always wise
to trust it.

What the fuck did you do to me?

♪

♪

Come with me.

Where the hell have you been?
You've been out for days.

I couldn't even
get ahold of you.

[Henry] I went to that meeting.

You-- you--

Well, what happened?

I don't remember.

[Greg scoffs]

They--

they gave me something to drink

and the rest of it
is just kinda blurry and--

Oh, man. What--

what the fuck
did I say to you, huh?

How many times did I tell you
that was a bad idea?

-I know.
-Yeah.

Yeah. You know now.

[Greg scoffs]

Did they--
did they take anything from you?

Did they do anything to you?

I-- I--

Uh, I don't think so.

[Henry sniffling]

You need to grow the fuck up.

[sobbing]

[suspenseful music playing]

[suspenseful music intensifying]

[Camille sighs] That book sucks.

Mm? No, I'm not even
really reading it.

Good 'cause it sucks.

Can I get you
anything else, Henry?

Is there anything in that pile
you would recommend?

[Camille] Hm.

A couple of the horror ones
are pretty good,

but most of it is just...

trashy romance
and brodown bullshit.

So, it's kind of
whatever you're into.

Is it bad that the only one
really jumping out at me

looks like a trashy romance?

[Camille chuckles] As long as
you don't pick Devoy,

-you're all right in my book.
-Never even heard of him.

[Camille chuckles]
Not much of a reader?

-I can't read or write.
-[Camille laughs]

Oh shit, are you serious?

-[giggles] No, no.
-Oh, thank God!

My boss is always chewing me out
over how I talk to people.

So, uh, yeah.

I'm gonna get back to work

before this turns
into a complete disaster.

[both laughing]

Hey, so I know that
we really don't know each other

and that
this really is kinda awkward

and I'm sorry
for making it awkward.

And this, obviously,
isn't a place to do this,

but would you maybe possibly
wanna go out sometime?

Just dinner?

Yeah.

All-- all right.

-Wait, really?
-[Camille chuckles] Yeah.

Oh, uh, cool.

-Cool.
-Uh, Hank.

You, uh, might want this.

Oh, huh.

Uh, yes, thank you.

Um...

I am going to call you...

at this number.

[Greg] Are you coming out
tonight or what?

[Henry] I can't.

-Why not?
-I have a date tonight.

Bullshit!

I do. With a real-life
flesh and blood human being.

Oh, is she from out of town?

You know, this is a sorry excue
even for you, pal.

I thought you'd be happy for me.

You want a fucking lollipop?

I-- You know, I'm just
finding it hard to believe

that you managed to get a date
out of someone by--

By asking them out? Yeah.

Hm. Well,
that's a real fucking shame.

I guess this is it then, yeah?

You finally decided
to stop being a pussy?

You know, it's really difficult
to figure out if you're,

you know,
joking around sometimes or not.

[indistinct]

[Camille] If you could
commit any crime

and get away with it,

what would it be?

[laughs] Geez,
right into the deep end, huh?

-[Camille chuckles]
-Um...

I don't know, you go first.

I need a minute
to think about it.

Art or jewel thief.

Crawling under lasers,

sneak around, steal shit.

Like, anybody
can murder somebody.

But how many people
can steal the Mona Lisa?

Plus, you're not harming anyone.

Well, except for some rich
douchebag's wallet.

So, how about you?

All right, uh, if I had a crime,

it'd probably be something
like embezzlement

or something financial
like that.

[Camille snoring] Boring.

-Hear me out.
-[Camille chuckles]

You do all the boring stuff

and then you have money
to do all the fun stuff.

So, what's the fun stuff?

Buy a huge mansion
and fill it with tigers.

I can get behind that.

So, what do you do
at work anyway?

You said pencil pushing.

I, um...

I-- I don't really know
what I do there.

-[Camille laughs]
-And-- and like,

the funny thing is,
I'm not even kidding.

Ever thought of doing
anything else?

I don't know, it--

it pays all right.

And, like...

I'm not happy with it,

but I'm not really
unhappy with it either.

Kinda settled. I-- I get that.

Are you happy where you are?

Uh, I usually tell people

that I'm suing the government
over bad meat

and sort of leave it at that.

Well, that's one way
to avoid it.

[gentle piano playing]

So,

you wanna do something fun

and maybe a little bit stupid?

Like, what?

[rock music playing]

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[Camille laughs]

Oh, uh, sorry you had to
see all that back there.

[laughs] It's not
the worst thing I've ever seen.

Well, I'm glad to know

I didn't make
the bottom of the list.

[both laughing]

Uh...

-so, um...
-So?

Would you maybe
wanna do this again?

I guess I could use
another free meal sometime.

[both laughing]

I had a good time tonight.

Me too.

-Good night, Henry.
-Goodnight.

[soft music playing]

[relaxed piano music playing]

♪

♪

♪

[music tenses up]

So here's a question.

If you could have sex
with anyone in history,

who would it be?

Oh, God, I don't know.

Um...

how about

go with, um...

Joan of Arc?

You're a sick fucking ticket.

[laughs] Your face.

How come we never talk
about anything real?

[chuckles] What's real?

I don't know.

I just feel
like every time we talk

it goes to some random subject

and suddenly I'm being judged

for wanting to plow
Jeanne d'Arc.

[laughs]

Well, I don't know, I...

I never really thought
I was avoiding anything, but...

to answer your question--

-Finally.
-Shut it.

I just--

[scoffs] I don't know.

I just feel
like there's nothing really

to talk about
when it comes to me.

I mean, I'm broke,

I work at a coffee shop.

That's about it.

What are your hopes and dreams?

[huffs]

It's too early
for this conversation. [scoffs]

You're avoiding again.

All right, if you want
something a little more...

tangible.

Whoa. Physical media.

What is it?

Well, let's open it.

Did you make me a mixtape?

Don't say I never
did nothing for you.

-Wow.
-Come on.

[rock music playing]

-Oh, no.
-[laughs] Yep.

You're never gonna let me
live that down, are you?

It was pretty tragic,

but cute.

It's too weird, right?
Do you hate it?

[Henry inhales sharply]

I love it.

Thank you.

[rock music playing]

♪ [indistinct lyrics] ♪

♪ [indistinct lyrics] ♪

Like, he's a fucking waste,
you know?

I mean, Jesus.

I know--
I know he creeps you out,

but you got nothing
to worry about, all right?

I mean, he's a fucking pussy.

What was that?

-What was what?
-What'd you just say?

-I was just clearing my throat.
-No, you weren't.

What did you say?

What the hell's going on, man?

I'm just curious, you know,
if you called me a pussy or not?

Uh, I didn't call you anything.

But if I did call you something,
it was a joke.

-So, relax.
-Oh, huh.

I'm not laughing, man.

Okay, um, I'm sorry
you can't take a joke, I guess.

[laughs maniacally]

Uh, look, dude, you're...

creeping everybody out.

So why don't--
why don't you just knock it off?

-All right?
-Oh. Oh.

I got a question for you.

Back when you used to
take me out places,

were you doing it
just to have a laugh?

Where's this coming from?

It's a simple question, man.

Were you doing it
for my benefit,

or were you just trying
to make fun of me?

Look, dude, I, uh...

can tell you're pretty upset,

but, uh, it's got
nothing to do with me.

So why don't you go
back to your desk

and reflect on why no one
can stand to be around you,

and maybe you'll figure out

that it has nothing
to do with me

and everything to do with you.

[woman] Take it easy, Henry.

-Shut up!
-Whoa!

Hey, man, that's unhinged.
All right?

You thought
you can come in here,

getting up in my face,

telling me that I'm saying shit
about you behind your back?

All right?

Now you're flexing on me after
all the good I did for you?

It's fucked up, man.

You are way more of a freak
than I thought you were.

[both grunting]

[panting]

Fuck off, man.
Leave me the fuck alone.

[screaming]

[tense music playing]

[sinister music plays]

[sighs]

[sniffling]

[sobbing]

[sighs]

[groans]

[sighs]

[door creaks]

[suspenseful music playing]

[both grunting]

Fuck you!

Fuck you! Fuck you!

Fuck you!

[Greg wheezing]

[Henry laughs]

[sobbing] Henry, please.
I am your friend.

[Henry laughs]
Really? You're my friend?

Fuck you, you're my friend.

Henry, please. Please.

[mockingly] "Please, please.
I'm your friend."

Fuck you, you're my friend.

I hate you! Fuck you!

[Henry laughs maniacally]

-[Greg whimpers]
-[Henry laughs]

-[indistinct]
-Oh, look at him.

Look at the little bitch.
[laughs]

This is from you, idiot.

Fuck you!

[laughs]

I love you.

You're my brother.

[sobbing] Please,
please, just leave me be.

-Oh.
-Please.

[Henry] Oh. Oh.

Henry, it's okay. It's okay.

Please, just take me
to the hospital.

Henry, please. It's okay.

It's okay. I'm--

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

[Greg grunting] No.

[Henry grunts]

-Don't--
-[Henry grunts]

[Greg gasping for air]

[Greg groaning, wheezing]

[Henry exhales]

[sighs]

Sloppy work.

Something about this
feel familiar to you?

B&E?

Blunt force trauma.

The guy here probably
spotted a prowler and...

things ended badly.

I don't know, it...

just doesn't feel right.

Well, while you wrestle
with your feelings,

I'm gonna go
wait for the results.

I gotta make a call.

[emotional music plays]

Hey, it's me.

Yeah, I'm sorry
I had to leave early.

I said I'm sorry.

Honey?

♪

Hi.

I just want to tell you...

how much you mean to me.

I've never met anyone
who I've cared for

like I care for you.

And I think what we have
is very special.

I want you to know
how much you mean to me.

You bring out the best in me.

And I-- [clears throat]

And I--

Hi.

I just wanna tell you...

I'm really happy...

that we met.

Being with you...

has made me realize...

that I can...

talk to people.

And I--

And--

I--

I lo-- [shudders]

I l--

I love--

[coughing]

[retches, spits]

[panting]

[faucet running]

[phone vibrating]

[restaurant din]

I'm sorry I'm late.

[Camille]
It's been a while, Hank.

Life has been crazy.

[coughing]

At first, I thought
that I had done something,

but then I saw the news.

How are you doing?

What news?

Your coworker.

That Greg guy, he was murdered.

Right. That, yeah.

That's been tough.
[clears throat]

[coughing]

Yeah. Are you okay?

Shocking how someone's life

can just be taken away
like that.

Waiter! [clears throat]

I'm starving.

So you're okay.

I've never felt better

in my entire life.

Now, where is
the goddamn waiter?

[bangs on table]

Sir, I'm gonna have to
ask you to lower your voice.

[Henry] I want a steak. Rare.

Do you want champagne?

I want champagne.
I'm in a champagne mood.

We'll have two glasses
of champagne, please.

What's this?

What's going on over there?

Something interesting?
I'm over here. [coughing]

Henry, you're--
you're coughing a lot.

Do you wanna
do this another night?

I feel great. [coughing]

I'm just
a little under the weather.

I'm fine.

We need to get you
to a hospital.

Why?

Because there's blood
coming out of your mouth.

What the fuck is this?

You invite me here

and then you tell me
that I look like shit?

-No, that's not what this is.
-Is this a fucking ambush?

Making an eye
to that fucking guy over there,

telling me I look like shit.

You're just trying to dump me
in the most brutal way possible?

For fuck's sake,
that's not what's going on.

I haven't seen you in weeks.

And you come here
and you're coughing

and blood comes
out of your mouth.

-I'm concerned. Okay?
-Why do I feel this way?

I didn't feel like this
before I got here.

[coughing]

God, you look
so fucking good tonight.

Don't-- don't grab me like that.
I don't like it!

It's a compliment. Fuck!

Henry, please let me
take you to the hospital.

I'm gonna need you both
to get the hell out of here.

[Henry] Fuck you!

[Camille] We need
to get you an ambulance.

Fuck you!

-I'm trying to get you--
-Fuck you!

Fuck you! Fuck you!
Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

[loud banging on door]

[door knob rattles]

[banging continues]

[Henry] Let me in!

Open the fucking door!

-You need help, Henry.
-[loud banging]

[Henry] Let me in now!

Oh, open the fucking door!

Oh, just let me in.

[loud banging]

[sobs] I'm calling the cops.

[Henry] Oh, you fucking bitch!

I'll fucking kill you!

[growling]

Oh, you fucking bitch.

I just wanna talk.

I just wanna talk.
That's all I wanna do.

I just wanna talk.

[sobs]
I just wanna fucking talk.

Oh, I could have
fucking loved you

and you do this to me?

I didn't fucking do anything.

Oh, I could have been

the best fucking thing
that you had.

[wailing]

[coughing]

[brooding music playing]

[wails]

[grunting]

[static sizzling]

♪

[high pitched ringing]

[sighs]

[grunting]

[screaming]

[man] Hey, have you seen
those twist ties?

[Camille] There should be some
further to the back.

[man] Okay.

Are we hiding back here now?

Are you still mad at that guy

who tried to order
the soy latte?

[Camille chuckles]

It was matcha.

-Douche.
-What the fuck is matcha?

[chortles] Fuck if I know.

You okay?

Yeah. No. But it's fine.

What's going on?

It-- Just--

A lot going on.

Just, you know, life.

Yeah.

Well, you know
you can talk to me, right?

I mean, if,
you know, no pressure,

but if you want to.

[scoffs]

Uh...

You think
Terry would let me crash here...

-[laughs] ...overnight?
-He-- he--

I'm not gonna lie,
I've done it before,

but it kind of sucks.

[laughs] Of course, you have.

Trust me, you don't--
you don't wanna stay here.

But...

let me-- let me walk you home.

Come on.

[Camille grunts]

[Camille] [indistinct]
Do you have your keys?

[Sebastian] Uh, yeah.

Later, Pasta Man.

[Camille smooches and laughs]

[Sebastian] I'm--
hungover right now.

Oh, my God.
Maybe you should crash here.

-[indistinct]
-[both laugh]

No, we are very closed.

Very, very closed.

Was that like that
the whole time?

Maybe.

-[Camille] Oops.
-That would explain a lot.

[suspenseful music plays]

Kinda jealous of this coat
you have on right now.

Right? Yeah.

Uh, it's pretty fuzzy and warm.

It is fuzzy.

Yeah.

It kinda looks like
you're wearing a bathrobe

a little bit.

Yeah, a little bit.
A little bit.

But I don't--
I-- I don't mind though.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

No, it's good.
It-- it's-- it's warm.

Oh.

-Do you--
-Oh.

-Do you want these back?
-[both laughing]

I mean,
I could take 'em from you.

-I could get 'em at work...
-Yeah.

...but I feel like I might get
beat up out here...

Maybe. [laughs]

...if I'm walking around
with these on.

[laughing] Your hair.

Well...

you sure you're gonna be okay?

I think I just need some time.

Yeah.

Well, I'm here
if you need anything.

-Come here.
-[both laugh]

[suspenseful music plays]

-Good night.
-Good night.

[Henry sighs]

What the fuck, man?

Dude, get outta here, man.

Dude, she doesn't wanna
fucking see you, man.

[muffled grunting]

[Camille sighs]

[water spraying]

[footsteps thumping]

[muffled rock music plays]

♪ [indistinct lyrics] ♪

♪ [indistinct lyrics] ♪

♪ [indistinct lyrics] ♪

♪ [indistinct lyrics] ♪

♪ [indistinct lyrics] ♪

♪ [indistinct lyrics] ♪

♪ [indistinct lyrics] ♪

♪ [indistinct lyrics] ♪

♪ [indistinct lyrics] ♪

♪ [indistinct lyrics] ♪

♪ [indistinct lyrics] ♪

♪ [indistinct lyrics] ♪

♪ [indistinct lyrics] ♪

♪ [indistinct lyrics] ♪

♪ [indistinct lyrics] ♪

[music fades]

[Camille sobbing]

No! No! [screams]

Henry, no, please.

Henry, no. Stop, please.

Don't. Please.

Henry, no. Hey, hey, no.

You don't wanna do this, please.

Please don't. Please, no.

[sobs] Please don't. No.

-Please.
-[Henry grunting]

[retching]

[Camille sobbing]

[Camille] No!

[Camilla keeps sobbing
and screaming]

[objects clattering]

[muffled screaming]

[muffled screaming]

-[Camille exclaims]
-[Henry groans]

[sobbing]

[somber music plays]

[keeps sobbing]

[high-pitched ringing]

[high-pitched ringing continues]

[gulping]

[breathing heavily]

[exhales sharply]

Jensen.

I believe Henry's ready.

[banging from inside box]

♪

[woman] I want a divorce.

[Detective Williams]
And why is that?

[woman] Everything.

There's no talking to you.
There's no communication.

You're miles away
and no way to reach you.

[Det. Williams scoffs]

Wow.

I can't be reached?

Every time I try to talk to you,
you won't respond.

Every time I try to touch you,

you run halfway across the room.

So don't...

give me that bullshit.

[Detective Maxwell] Williams.

Williams.

Williams.

And why is that?

What?

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

What's the word?

He's not here.

We found more.

Okay.

This is going to be
very difficult.

So please take your time.

I don't even know. [sobs]

I was...

I-- I just-- [sobs]

I was getting ready for bed.

I just--

like... [sobs]

...that song came on.

He w-- he was just on me.

And I didn't know what to do.

[sobbing]

He tried to put it in my mouth.

I just kept grabbing
for something.

I didn't think--
I-- I didn't wanna hurt him.

I just wanted to get him off me.

And I just grabbed
the first thing that I felt.

[pensive music plays]

♪

[floorboard creaking]

[Dr. Corvath]
Detective Williams.

So glad you could come.

Have I done something wrong?

Thank you for that.

So now maybe you can tell me
what brings you here.

Treatment, perhaps?

The name
Henry Adams ring any bells?

Adams?

[clicks tongue]
I'm afraid I'm at a loss.

It's funny.

I keep finding your books
all over our crime scenes.

[chuckles]

Our line of work
always attracts the more...

disturbed characters.

So, Detective Williams...

what happened now?

Guess.

It's probably safe to say

he committed
some particularly...

awful actions.

I guess you could say that.

What's with
the creepy setup, Doc?

Preparations.

Uh-huh.

Detective Williams...

your attitude is quite telling.

Enough of the runaround.

I'm not here for treatment.

Why are you here?

Maybe you don't know
why you're here.

Said enough.

I just wanna know--

You wanna know about the worms?

Don't move!

Son of a bitch.

[suspenseful music plays]

♪

[sighs]

[both grunting]

[Det. Williams
grunts and screams]

Detective Williams,
how nice of you to join us.

We have quite
the evening planned for you.

[grunts and breathes heavily]

You son of a bitch!

Oh, Detective Williams,

you don't see
that I'm trying to help you.

Resentment, anger, repression.

Everything that cripples you
as a man...

I can change all that for you.

Sir, I don't think
this is the best idea.

[Dr. Corvath] It's not like

we're gonna let him
out of the box.

[panicked gasping]

Let's get on with this,
shall we?

Greta, would you be so kind?

Thank you, darling. Doctor.

[drill whirring]

Thank you, Henry.

[drill whirring]

[Henry groans]

Stop!

-[whirring stops]
-[flesh squelching]

[Dr. Corvath grunts]

-[flesh squelching]
-[Dr. Corvath grunts]

Oh. That's a beauty, huh?

Are you ready,
Detective Williams?

[Det. Williams whimpering]
No, no, no!

You sick fucking psychopath!

No! [sobbing]

No, no, no!

Why are you doing this?

[Dr. Corvath] To relieve you
of the burden of consciousness.

No, no, no, no!

Oh, God! No, no, no, no!

[screaming]

No, no, no, no, no, no!

[exclaiming]

[screams]

[gunshot bangs]

[smooth jazz plays]

[Dr. Corvath grunting]

[keeps grunting in effort]

Please. Please, no. [sobs]

[gunshot bangs]

♪

[Detective Williams]
I know you're gonna find this

hard to believe,
but I have a joke...

-Yeah?
-...for you.

Yeah, yeah, yeah..
I-- I got a joke for you.

-I got a joke for you.
-All right. All right.

All right, so this airplane's
going down, right?

-Yeah.
-Everybody's gonna die.

There's nobody
surviving on this thing.

This woman jumps up
from her seat,

tears off all of her clothes
and goes,

"Is there any man
big enough here

to make me feel like a woman?"

Right, right?

So, a guy stands up
and tears off his shirt

and goes, "Yeah, [indistinct]."

[all laugh]

Hey, you're not
such a tight ass after all.

Well, you're oddly personable,
all things considering.

Yeah, well,
I'm feeling pretty good.

No sense in dwelling on it.

Kind of a big thing.

Uh...

Yeah. Sorry.

Looks like you're stuck
with just plain black today.

[somber music plays]

♪