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I love it
when you wear blue.

I mean,
I love you in anything,

but you wore blue
that first time I saw you.

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

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

You unlocked something
inside me that day.

Something I didn't even
realize was there.

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

In that moment I was
transformed permanently.

You did that.

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

I did that job.

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

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

Another analyst may interpret
the data more to your liking,

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

What?

Nothing.

Jill, what?

Nothing.

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

She.

Oh.

Well, then.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Have a seat.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

So...
That report...

That report is faultless.

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

I appreciate that.

You're gonna
do really well here.

- I'm certainly gonna try.
- Good.

Good, good, good.

So...

The ABA conference
is the last week of September.

Two nights
at the Hyatt Regency

in New Orleans.

And...

We should go.

We should go.

I think I need
a little more experience.

Well, I can
help you with that.

- I should get back to work.
- Good.

Good, good, good.

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

We go out after work
almost every night.

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah.
Hey, at least it's green.

But I kind of
do have to get going.

I just wanted to let you know
everything is great.

I couldn't be happier.

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

and everyone else
you've ever known.

Don't do that.

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

Besides, you know
what an impulsive girl I am.

Hey, I got to go. Okay?

Love you. Bye.

Yeah, that's me.

Down and...

Mmm.

- Sawyer Valentini.
- Mmm-hmm.

What a name.

Sawyer Valentini.

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

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

Yeah.

He died of eye cancer.

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

Your little face.

That was you being funny?

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

- That's dark.
- Hail Satan.

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

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

It's not even a question.

But afterwards,
you don't call me.

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

You good with that?

Yeah.
Jesse's so good with that.

So,
this is my apartment.

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

Fuck. Fuck!

- What the fuck?
- Oh, my God!

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

Oh, fuck. No.

Your life slips away
from you. You know?

Changing your phone number
and your email becomes normal.

Changing your lunch hour
every day becomes normal.

Second-guessing
every single thing you say

in case it might be
misinterpreted, normal.

Taking out
a restraining order, normal.

Relocating to another city,
normal.

But you still see
your stalker everywhere?

Rationally, I know that
this is my neuroses

colluding with my imagination
to manifest my worst fears.

I know that.

But I'm not rational.

I'm alone in a strange city.

And, uh...

I never feel safe.

Not for one minute.

So what do I do?

Where do I go?

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

That doesn't sound like
much of a life.

No. Not one that
I wanna keep on living.

Do you often have
thoughts like that, Sawyer?

Thoughts like, uh...

Not wanting to keep living.

- Like suicide?
- Yes.

Do you ever think about
taking your own life?

I have in the past.

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

Do you know
the therapeutic index?

It's, um...

It's a ratio that measures
the blood concentration

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

The larger the therapeutic
index, the safer the drug.

The smaller,
the more dangerous.

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

Testing drugs.

That's pretty specific.

Yeah, well,
my dad always said,

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

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

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

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

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

You're a really
good listener.

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

Do I need to read every
comma and semicolon?

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

Privacy disclosures, liability.
That kind of thing.

I finished my homework.

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

Please have a seat,
Ms. Valentini.

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

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

It should just
take a minute.

Okay.

- Sawyer Valentini?
- Yes.

I'm Dennis.
Please follow me.

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

What am I doing in here?

I need to
look through your bag.

Why?

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

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

Okay.

Uh, excuse me,
that's my stuff.

Good afternoon.
I'm Nurse Boles.

Can you strip down to
your underwear for me?

Please,
take off your clothes down to your underwear.

And remove
all your jewelry.

Do you understand?

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

To check for
identifying marks.

Scars,
birthmarks, moles.

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

I'm not sure
what's happening here.

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

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

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

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

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

and remove all your jewelry.

There's nothing wrong
with me.

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

Did she tell you to do this?

Ms. Valentini, are you
refusing to cooperate?

What happens if I do?

It would be better
for everyone,

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

Turn around.

Lift your arms.

That's all. Put this on.

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

You're upset.

Take these.

And then I get to go?

You'll feel better.

Follow me.

There's been
some kind of mistake.

Your name
is Sawyer Valentini.

You know that already.

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

No.

The counselor said
the forms were routine.

You signed it.

Look...

You're just
doing your job.

And you've been
so considerate

of my feelings
and my well-being.

And you're right.

I signed those papers.

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

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

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

Let them know where I am.

You get a phone call.
That's allowed.

Oh, you're so nice.

You're saying you want
your phone call now?

Yes.

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

Yes. Hi, my name
is Sawyer Valentini.

I am at Highland Creek
Behavioral Health facility.

I am being held here
against my will.

Please send help.

Thank you.

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

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

Those are from crazy people.

Let's go back
to the ward.

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

Can you stop taking notes?

I have rights.

Don't make me ask again.

Hey, Allison.

How's your baby?

How's your baby?

Hey, Allison, the baby?

Hey!

Fuck!

Oh, what?

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

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

Yeah, I am too good
to talk to you.

Okay.

Hey, bitch!

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

- All of your hair.
- Oh, yeah?

Mmm-hmm.

With what?

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

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

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

getting ready to go
to my own job.

Calling her a mental patient
isn't helpful.

We need to support each other.

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

I shouldn't even be in here.

Yeah, so, uh...

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

Yeah. Yeah,

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

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

- They said that?
- Yeah.

In those words,
specifically to you?

Liar, liar, liar.

Oh!

- Oh, man.
- Evening, Dolores.

Hi, Steve.
How you doing?

Steve's partner.

Another night,
another 10-75.

Yeah. Second floor
called down.

I've got her
admission form here.

Got any coffee, Dolores?

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

Steve's partner
can't have any.

What's your favorite coffee,
Dolores?

- Mmm, expresso.
- Expresso?

- Expresso.
- Expresso?

I just got one of those
new Nespresso machines.

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

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

- Hmm.
- I like just sugar.

- Lots of sugar.
- Lots of sugar?

- Uh-huh.
- I gotta do Splenda.

I love coffee.

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

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

Oh, I could get some
if I wanted to.

We both know that.

Have a good night, Steve.

Not Steve's partner.

Wake up. Wake up!

Wake up!

Wake up!

It's like
a paid intern.

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

Yeah, why not?

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

I'm like Drake. Yeah.

What does Drake do?

He adopts strippers.

- He adopts them?
- Yeah...

Builds them a little home,
their own little communities.

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

Must feel good to be
back in your own bed?

Your own house.

Getting ready to go
back to your own job.

Hey.

I'm Jacob.

Move.

Let me out!

There's been
some kind of mistake.

I'm not supposed
to be in here!

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

Fucking...

The cops are on their way.

I need to
get out of here right now.

You fucking bitch!

No!

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

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

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

Allison pissed
the bed, y'all.

Hi, Sawyer.

Just coffee,
nothing to eat?

Good summation.

How was your night?
Are you settling in okay?

I'm not
settling in anywhere.

I'm going home today.

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

Finally, a real doctor.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

They're all good points.

Really. Good points.
Absolutely.

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

Really? This is
a good thing.

To be continued. Okay.

- All right. Bye.
- Sorry.

Dr. Hawthorne, uh...

You can see
I don't belong here.

You know there's been
some kind of mistake.

I can't spend
another day here.

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

- I have a life.
- Yes.

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

Really. That's our goal.

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

Well, it says here that

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

So that means
more observation.

Doctor, look at me.

Look at me.

Doctor, I have a wonderful
support system around me.

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

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

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

occasionally feel down?

Sure, I did.
But everybody does.

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

I'm meeting new people,
I run.

I'm going to adopt
a rescue dog.

That's what's
gonna help me.

Not being stuck in here.

Give my bed
to someone who needs it.

Doctor.

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

you assaulted a staff member.

He looked like
someone I knew.

Yes. But it says here
that you attacked him.

Uh...

No, I was
under a lot of stress.

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

you assaulted
a male patient.

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

No.

Look, I had a rough night.

But look at me now.

Right.

So because of the multiple
acts of violence,

we're looking at
another seven days.

What?

Seven days?

I need to take this. Uh...

To be continued.

Yeah. Hello, Diane.
How are you?

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

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

Maximum use of a public
phone is 10 minutes.

No smuggling food or drink
into the ward.

Uh, no touching
the other patients.

Masturbating
in their hair is fine.

That word, that got you,
okay. Yeah.

We use these meetings
to go over our daily goals.

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

Amazing, amazing.

Hmm.

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

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

What about you?

What are
your daily goals?

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

Oh...

You're no different from
anybody else in here.

You gave them an in.

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

Okay.

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

They got beds,
you got insurance.

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

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

and Tumbling Pines
and Cedar Valleys

under the ADS Health
Enterprises umbrella exist.

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

And you stay locked up.

Until Aetna, Blue Cross,

Medicaid, or whoever
insures you, will pay.

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

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

Highland Creek is just like
any other business in America.

They've got a number
to hit every month.

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

You know the law
of averages suggests

that a percentage of the patients
admitted to Highland Creek

are in actual need of
psychiatric care?

It also suggests

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

They're locking up sane people.
For profit.

Yeah.

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

Boom.

It's not that bad.

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

Tumbling Pines streams
meth addict cage matches.

This place has got Hayley.

Plus some less-qualified,
motivated employees.

There's really
no comparison.

And if you hook up
with the right people,

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

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

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

Keep that shit
away from me.

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

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

You're welcome.

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

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

You'll be home
before you know it.

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

Mmm-hmm.

Oh...

No.

No way.

You can't be
anywhere near me.

This won't work.

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

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

because you're going to jail.

Move, Allison.

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

This man
is called David Strine.

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

and texting me,
and showing up at my job,

and breaking into
my fucking house.

Take your meds and move on.

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

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

Stop calling him that.
His name is David.

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

I've never even
been to Boston.

I am a Sox fan.

You're a fucking liar!

I want my phone.

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

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

All the ones where you said
you'd kill yourself

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

She's crazy.

Maybe I should go back
to the other ward.

Not doing any good here.

No one is fucking
buying this, Strine.

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

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

You don't need
fucking training!

I want my fucking
phone call!

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

Your phone privileges
have been suspended.

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

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

I fucking hate you!

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

Get your hands off me!

He's lying.

He's fucking lying!

Oh, Jesus.

You're hurting my arm!

Get off! No!

- Get off!
- Get on that side.

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

You keep this up
and you'll be spending

the rest of your time
down in the basement.

You said
you wanted to help me,

so help me out of this.

Good night.

Yeah.

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

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

Finally. Just come
and just shut it down.

Yeah, man.

Yeah.

Let me call you back.

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

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

- Yeah.
- You know what I mean?

- Hey.
- What?

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

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

I was in fucking restraints,
you idiot!

Hey!

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

Sawyer,
based on what it says here,

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

Look,
I was sexually assaulted.

Where is the outrage?
Where is my advocate?

Who do I report this to?

And what's in the basement?

What's in the basement?

Solitary confinement.

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

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

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

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

I talked to the second
floor about George.

No, he's not called George.

We did a thorough
background check.

Yeah, you did a thorough
background check on George.

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

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

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

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

What's that for?

To keep you from hurting anyone else.
And yourself.

You serious?

That's your diagnosis?

You're sedating me?

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

who's followed me here
from another city.

You should be protecting me.

What medication are you on?

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

Hi, I'm Jacob.

Sawyer.

Listen, I just want to
apologize again,

if I said or did anything
to upset you.

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

I really hope it helps.

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

- What?
- Don't fucking touch me.

You motherfucker!

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

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

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

I'm not fucking crazy!

No! Fuck you!

No!

Let me use it.

Excuse me?

Your cell phone.

I saw you.
I know you have one.

That's a major infraction
of the rules.

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

- Otherwise, I tell everyone.
- Yeah.

Your credibility is
sky-high around here.

What, you really wanna
take that chance?

You call the cops again,

they'll do nothing.
Again.

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

- I promise.
- Hmm.

And I'll suck your dick.

Five minutes.
Don't get caught.

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

Sawyer,
where have you been?

It's been three days
since you called.

Yeah. Mom...

I expected to see your face
on a milk carton.

Mom, I'm in a bit of trouble.

How much do you need?

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

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

Just don't panic.

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

here in Pennsylvania.

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

It's just an insurance scam.

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

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

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

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

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

He's there in the hospital
with you?

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

Have you called the police?

Mom, no one
fucking believes me.

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

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

Oh, my God. Sawyer.

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

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

What's the name
of that hospital?

Uh, Highland Creek.

It's, um, off Highway 90.

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

Rain check on the blowjob.

I wish I could go one day
without hearing that.

I want to see my daughter!

Get her out here now!

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

So you probably
should do something.

She didn't know
what she was signing.

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

Mrs. Valentini,
I understand your concern.

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

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

Repeat that.

I think you need
to talk to Administration.

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

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

in consultation with members of
our clinical treatment team.

Are you gonna release her?

Sawyer is absolutely
free to leave

once we're convinced
that she no longer

poses a clear threat
to herself and others.

She doesn't.

You only made her
think she does,

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

Let's focus

on the positive work we do
here at Highland Creek.

I have letters, and emails,
and phone messages

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

I'd be happy to share
some with you.

I'm calling a lawyer.

You're quite
within your rights.

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

Is that really
in Sawyer's best interest?

Seriously,
I'm concerned

that coming off as
frivolously litigious might

adversely affect Sawyer's
current employment situation.

She hasn't been
in that job for long.

And it might make potential
future employers apprehensive.

Are we willing to risk
your daughter's future?

Can I at least see her?

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

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

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

Of course.

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

I can give you 20 minutes.

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

Sorry, Mom.

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

I should've told you
about all this.

Should've told you
about Strine.

The real reason I moved.

Is he here now?

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

No.

He works the night shift.

No visitors at night.
Stalker logic.

I'm getting you out.

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

I'll go to the police,

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

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

How are you otherwise?
You look tired.

I'd love to just be tired.

Mom, I'm scared.

What else can I do for you?

What's with these clothes?

Unacceptable.

They're probably not even
laundered properly.

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

Hey.

Listen to me.
I am getting you out.

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

I just need one thing
from you, Sawyer.

This.

You and me talking.

Tell me the truth.

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

Yeah.

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

You're a tough kid.

You always
have been, but...

I'm your mother.

Let me help you.

So, how do I reach you
in here?

Well, my phone privileges
have been suspended.

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

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

Where are you staying?

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

I will mobilize
the troops.

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

and an army of cops
and lawyers.

Hang in there, sweetheart.

The cavalry's coming.

I understand, Mrs. Valentini.

But there's nothing
we can do

unless you have proof that
a crime has been committed.

I'm sorry.

Pennsylvania
state law mandates

that a patient
can only be held

on involuntary commitment for
seven days without a court order.

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

after her insurance
stops paying.

Is it inconvenient? Sure.

Should something be done
to stop it happening?

Absolutely.

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

It's number one.

Keep me in a loop
about the situation.

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

Hello?

Did you just hang up on me?

Hey, everybody.

Come on down.

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

Just picking up
an extra shift.

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

I know.

Crayons.

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

Get out! Fuck! Where?

Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!

Sawyer. Sawyer.

Calm down.
Calm down, Sawyer.

Calm down.

No...

Maintenance!

What the fuck?

I didn't call maintenance.

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

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

Nearly started
an electrical fire.

Just to be safe.

Thank you.
This'll just take a minute.

We had an issue
with the Valentini girl.

She got a mega dose of
methylphenidate this morning

instead of her Risperidone
and lithium.

My Lord.

I'm still not sure
how it happened.

Everybody's so
overworked around here.

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

- Is she okay?
- Better now.

But it can't happen again.

Double-check the meds

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

Of course, understood.

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

Nurse, I won't
let you down.

This job
means the world to me.

I know.

Your work ethic
is unreal.

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

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

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

Hey.

So, uh...

I think you broke the TV.

No.

God, I didn't mean to.

I love TV.

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

You're not insane.

I know the difference
between people

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

and you're definitely
in column two.

I feel like
I belong in column one.

Oh...

What? Come on.

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

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

- Me? Shit.
- Mmm.

I wanted to be an astronaut.

Yep. But I found out
that, you know,

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

Didn't work out.

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

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

What about you?

It's too late for me.

I was gonna be this
renegade medical student

who was able
to pinpoint diseases

that all the old traditional
surgeons couldn't see.

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

But I had no follow-through.

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

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

Mmm.

I had to switch majors
when I was a junior.

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

I volunteered at a hospice.

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

That's where I met
David Strine.

"Most companies settled
with the government.

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

"in the South and Midwest
are still pending.

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

He was nice, you know?

Quiet, uncomfortable.

And I felt bad.

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

recognize you?

My father died when I was 15.

Respiratory failure.

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

So while I was fantasizing about
being the savior who would

pull his father back
to clarity,

David was having
his own fantasies.

He would want us
to be together.

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

Um... Obviously,
I would recommend

sensors on all your doors
and windows,

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

Um...

Update your deadbolts.

I want to talk to you
about situational awareness.

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

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

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

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

I know it's convenient,

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

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

I would say
park on the street.

Preferably under
a light source.

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

With your keys in your hand,
by the way.

You want your keys
always in your hand.

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

Um, and I'll talk
to you about

and help you
with a go-bag.

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

flashlight, charger,
that kind of thing.

A firearm if you're open
to that idea,

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

Think about altering
your routine.

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

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

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

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

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

And go get photos from them,

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

Your friends know your email,
that's enough.

Just delete
the Facebook today.

Um, and then
talk to your friends.

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

Tell 'em not to
mention you.

Don't tag you on Instagram.

You know, uh,
baby showers,

or a chardonnay date
with the girls,

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

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

And think of your cell phone
as your enemy.

And this,
your new best friend.

And now he's here.

Or maybe
it's all in my head.

All right. Come here.

Hey.

Mmm?

Column two.

For life.

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

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

Sawyer.

I'm sorry you had
such a rough day.

- Sweet dreams.
- Drop dead.

I need to use your phone.

- Now.
- Hey.

- I need to use it now.
- Okay.

Jesus, just keep
your voice down.

You know,
everyone's fucking asleep.

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

Yeah.

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

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

Thanks.

Thank you.

Hey.

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

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

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

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

And not because I like her.

Get any calls last night,
this morning?

No calls, no texts,
no voicemails.

Shit.

My mom didn't pick up
last night.

Not her cell,
not her motel room.

Moms call back.
That's what they do.

Yeah.

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

Mmm-hmm.

Well, focus on that.

You've done
most of your time.

It's all downhill
from here.

Just keep your head down
for a few more days.

And you're free.

And I promise you,

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

Smiles.

You're a good person.

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

How long have you
got left in here?

Well,

the opioid withdrawal program
is a four-week project.

I've done
three weeks, so...

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

I get out a few days
after you.

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

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

Plus you'll have
your own phone.

My usefulness to you will
be dramatically reduced.

You've been
a friend to me.

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

- Okay. Yeah.
- If you let me.

Once you're free,

you might have a completely
different perspective.

And I don't blame you.

But should that
not happen...

Maybe you'll let me
use your phone.

Maybe.

No hidden phones.

No personal relationship

that can impede upon
another patient's recovery.

What the fuck, man!

That's right, baby girl.

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

You think that's you?

You think
that's your personality?

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

She fucking started it.

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

Because you don't know
when she might snap.

She's fucking crazy!

I'm fine.

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

Hate your fucking face.

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

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

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

No, please! No!

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

Fuck you! No!

Open up!

A dead body
was discovered.

Oh, my God. What?

Nate Hoffman.

His body was found
in the old ECT room.

He OD'ed.

Somehow he got hold of
a shit ton of fentanyl.

Poor guy.
He was doing so well.

Not a word of this around
the other patients.

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

Of course.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

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

I just want to
be here with you.

Oh, I disconnected them.

You gonna kill me?

How could you even
ask me that?

I love you so much.

I mean, come on.

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

I have loved you.

Did you kill Nate?

Nate?

Nate chose
what happened to him.

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

My mom?

What did you do?

Angela is like family to me.

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

You're lying.

You're lying to my face
about my mother.

I told her about you.

I told her what you are.

She never would've...

She came all the way
from Boston for me.

- So did I.
- No, no.

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

We talked.

Look, we shared
our feelings.

She told me how
her and your father met.

And then I told her
how you and I met.

And she said she wanted us
to have their ring.

Oh, my God.

Sawyer,

that ring can be as sacred
to you and me

as it was
to Angela and Mike.

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

Sawyer.

Help me! Help!

Fuck.

Sawyer.

Look.

I have this cabin
in the woods.

In New Hampshire,
in the White Mountains.

It's totally off the grid.

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

It's so beautiful.

Sawyer, we could be happy.

We will. We will. We will.

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

You could never
make me happy.

Look at where we are, David.

Look at what you've done.

There is no path to
happiness from here.

For either of us.

Sawyer, I've seen you.

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

You're not happy.

You just float through life
and nothing ever touches you.

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

But you can't because...

There's a piece missing.

And you're what's missing?

Why not?

I fucking hate you,
is why.

And I love you so much.

You don't know the
first thing about me.

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

No.

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

because you had
nothing to say to him.

He didn't even know
I was there.

Yeah, well,
he was your father.

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

You keep saying
that you love me,

but you're not capable
of loving anybody.

Not true.

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

Do you think
he'd be proud of you?

How you've turned out?

- Stop that.
- What? What?

Too mean?
Not the girl you love?

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

Well, then love me
like this, David.

Love me like this.

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

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

That's not you.

That's what trying to
make yourself

like everybody else in the
world has done to you.

Really?

You're a fucking simpleton.

Do you know that?

You are a fucking dunce.

Sawyer...

That sweet,
kind girl in your head,

that's not me.

Can I ask you
a question, David?

Who did this to you?

Who rejected you?

Did she let you down easy?

Hmm?

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

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

She unfriend you
on Facebook?

Vanish from your life?

Or was it worse?

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

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

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

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

That's who
you fucking dream of!

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

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

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

Two years.

- Two years, David.
- What a waste.

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

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

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

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

because no one else
fucking could.

No one else could, David.

No one else...

Do it. Fucking do it!

Now I see, David.

Now I see
how you love me.

Check this out.

Our friend Nate
was taking notes.

On all the shady stuff
that happens down here.

He's gonna need
a bigger notebook.

Second floor
should see this.

You did the right thing
bringing this to me.

Good morning.

I...
I brought you breakfast.

It's your favorite.

Two-egg bacon
and cheese biscuit.

Hash browns, large coffee.

You ate that at your desk
every morning.

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

Yeah.

It's the most important meal
of the day.

Thanks for this.

You're welcome.

I'm not used to people
being so considerate.

Most of the guys I know
wouldn't either know

or remember
what I had for breakfast.

I know everything about you.

I know your favorite book.

It's Pale Fire.

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

Yeah.

My dad used to play it
around the house.

I know you want to
go to Portugal.

You had your favorite vacation
there when you were 12.

Okay, enough.

Maybe you do know me.

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

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

You could call your mom
from the cabin.

You really want to
go back to that job?

Then how are we
gonna live, David?

Are you secretly rich?

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

I was thinking
we could renovate it.

You thought of everything.

I think of us all the time.

How are you gonna explain
my absence from the ward?

I already changed
the duration of your stay.

As far as
the administration knows,

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

There's a back door.

Leads out to the woods.

We could go right now.

What if I say no?

What if I say let me go,

and we'll start over.

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

I'd lose you.

You know that.

You'd go back
to your old life.

And I don't fit there.

I only belong with you.

I know it's a lot.

It's not that, Dave.

It's not only that.

I don't know how to say this.

What?

Sawyer, you can say anything.

Have you ever...

Have you ever
been with anyone else?

Beyond your feelings for me,
have you ever

had sex with anyone?

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

Fantasy and reality
are two different things.

I might not be what you want.

You're all I've ever wanted.

But you've got nothing
to compare me to.

That makes no sense.

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

And then decide
if you still want me.

David, I might be your last,

but I can't be your first.

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

Well, you would
if you love me.

You say
all the right things, David.

Or what you think
are the right things.

Greeting card clichés and romance
novel declarations of love.

But that's not love.

Love is giving yourself over
to what someone else wants,

even if it goes against
everything you believe.

You say you love me.

Prove it.

How do I prove it?

You brought me down here.

Bring someone else down here.

You want me to...

Fuck her in front of me.

I can't do that.

When you're thinking
about our future,

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

It's really not
that much to ask.

Just, like,
some random patient?

Violet.

- Violet?
- Hmm?

Come on, wake up.

- Come on.
- What?

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

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

We've got to do
some paperwork.

Okay.

Okay.

- What have you got?
- Have a look.

Prints from the John Doe
in the park.

George Shaw?

We're almost there. Okay.

Ow.

Ow!

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

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

I'm impressed.

What's going on? Huh?

Do it.

Show me.

Huh?

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

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

No, stop. Stop. Violet.

Hey, hey, hey. Violet.

We all get lonely, Violet.

You push enough people away...

Soon enough
there's no one left.

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

I think you wanted me
to notice you.

Here I am, Violet.

Here I am.

David.

No. No. Help!

Get out of the fucking way.

No! No, no, no!

No! No!

Please!

Oh, God.

Mom!

Bye, Mom.

We sent Nate
to follow up on rumors

that the hospital was committing
patients against their will.

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

It's a really tragic incident

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

ADS Health Enterprises,

Highland Creek's
parent company,

has issued a blanket denial
of the allegations

made in Mr. Hoffman's story.

You're only delaying
the inevitable, Sawyer!

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

Highland Creek
and ADS Health Enterprises

pride themselves in the care
they take of patients.

To suggest otherwise
is outrageous and actionable.

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

Ms. Brighterhouse.

We have a warrant
to search the premises.

I'm proud of the work
we do here.

People leave Highland Creek
healthier than they come in.

No more crying.

No more lying.

Ow!

You look
so beautiful right now.

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

Yeah, that's the you

that I saw
back at the hospice.

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

all these things in my head.

But I froze up.

But now
it's gonna be different.

'Cause it's just you and me.

You'll learn to love me.

A year from now.

Maybe... Maybe two.

I was thinking
that maybe we could

start a family of our own.

What do you think about that?

A little girl with your eyes,
your smile.

Wouldn't that be perfect?

You'd make
such an amazing mother.

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

Can I have the keys
to that desk, please?

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

after your big promotion?

I mean, you've got
an expense account.

Just live it up.

Jill,

I asked you here today to
tell you something serious.

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

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

You need to
clear out your desk.

You're so many assholes.

Mmm-hmm.

And you're paying
for lunch.

You love
playing power games.

No. I just love
being the boss of you.

Jesus,
be a bit less obvious.

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

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

She works at a bank
during the day,

but on weekends,
she volunteers at a hospice.

That's where I met her.

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

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