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This is for the best.

Brought you something to eat.

Aren't you hungry?

You need to let me go.

Made you a sandwich.

Look, I know I said
a lot of things

the last time that you were
down here.

You yelled at me.

And... And I threatened
a lot of things, okay?

I know, but I was upset.

And why wouldn't I be?

I woke up chained to a wall.

Look, I'm trying to
stay calm here.

I know you said that there was
good reason for all of this,

so let's be reasonable, okay?

I promise,
if you let me go,

I won't get mad.

I... I won't tell anyone
what you did,

it'll just be
our little secret.

Okay? I promise.

Cut the crusts off,
just like you like it.

Okay, look, you are
completely mistaken.

I am not crazy.

You have no right keeping me
chained up down here like this.

Look, there's fruit cocktail
with three cherries.

- Please come sit down and eat.
- Please listen to me,

I never, ever killed anybody.
Okay?

And certainly not my son,
since I've never even had kids.

I've never even been married.

Don't have to be married
to have kids.

You do realize how crazy this
makes you look though, right?

'Cause I said you had a child?

Please!
Among other things.

Like this.

Or, by the way, where
the fuck is this place

to even begin with?

I understand that you don't
want the police to find me,

but you're the one
who's gonna have

all of the explaining to do.

You've made a terrible mistake.

You're too thin to begin with.

Sit down and eat.

Are you even listening to me?

Get away from me.

Stop that.

You keep this up and
there will be consequences.

And just because
you don't believe me,

you have caused
a lot of trouble already.

Are you kidding me?

I tortured my rag dolls with
less imagination than this.

You need to let me go.

Right now.

Get...
I can do it myself.

Eat. I don't want you to
starve to death

on top of everything else
going on around here.

Fine.

Suit yourself.

Crazy fucking bitch!

Let me out of here!

Next time you pull
a stunt like this,

you're cleaning it up yourself.

Look at this mess, Claire.

You gotta clean, so otherwise
you're gonna have bugs,

mice, even rats.

They carry disease,
you know,

very unhealthy roommates.

Set traps.

You're good at
caging things.

I think we've had enough
killing for awhile, don't you?

I didn't kill anybody.

Uh-huh.

Not for a while,
you haven't.

Crazy fucking bitch!

Claire.

Claire.

Claire.

So, we feeling better now?

I keep hearing voices.

What's unusual about that?

Been doing that
your whole life.

And if you're hungry,

you can't blame this on me.

I'm not the one throwing
good food all over the place.

So...

wanna try again?

Hm?

Still not hungry?

Claire.

Claire.

Get off of me.

You should've let me help you.

Ah, door sticks on me
sometimes.

You look like you've seen
a ghost,

or the Boogeyman.

I forgot.
You do see those things.

Not even the Boogeyman
would come down here.

And what is that smell?

It smells like
something's rotting.

I assure you, I cleaned
this place thoroughly.

It's important that you're
as comfortable as possible

until we can
resolve this thing.

The only acceptable resolution
is letting me go.

Don't kid yourself, Claire.

They're gonna be
looking for you.

They will come after you.

If "they" have any business
with anyone, it's with you.

For good reason.

Trust me,

you don't want them
finding either of us

at this point.

Go ahead.
Let's test that theory.

Call 911, have the police
come down here.

- Let's see what happens.
- It's out of my hands now.

Bullshit.

Your circumstances are
entirely your own doing, Claire.

I didn't kill anyone, Helen.

I think I would remember
something like that.

Well, it's probably less painful
to lock memories away.

Put 'em in a room
you can't get into.

Shove 'em under the bed,
so to speak.

Dr. Kramer, he called it
repressed memory.

- What?
- Me, I think

there's a generous dose of
delusion in there as well.

What's Kramer?

You know Kramer.

The psychiatric hospital
I was a nurse at?

Where I went to work when you
first became a resident there?

Thursdays.

Thursday was
Jell-O day.

And you always wanted red

because you thought
it was cherry,

even though it was strawberry.

None of this is ringing a bell
up here?

Not even a hint of one.

Sure you weren't
the patient instead of me?

You know,

I learned an awful lot
working there,

an awful lot about psychoses
and mental problems,

which is why I'm the best
person to help you here.

I think I'm in
more of a need

of a locksmith than
a nurse right now.

But thanks.

It's likely too late
for either.

You are in deep trouble,
my dear.

Why do you keep saying that?

Okay, I, I'm not insane,
and I didn't kill anybody.

I wish that were true,

I truly do.

But somewhere deep inside,
you know it too.

And you know that
you need my help.

This is your idea of help?

You're really
scraping the bottom

of the idea bin there,
Helen.

You're not just delusional,
Claire.

You're violent.

Maybe beyond hope or help
at this point.

I don't know.

Maybe it was wrong for me
to take that job at Kramer.

I just wanted to be near you.

But it is so hard to watch
your only child

have one mental breakdown
after another.

Especially since it doesn't
seem to have helped at all.

This...

is necessary.

And you're just gonna have to

get used to your situation
for a while.

And just because
you don't believe me

does not mean it's not true.

Now, you need to eat
some supper.

You haven't eaten in
a couple of days,

and you've gotta be starving.

Helen.

I will get out of here.

Of course you will, my dear.

One day, one way or another,

we all leave every place now,
don't we?

By the way,
I would appreciate it

if you didn't call me Helen.

As I have told you
countless times...

I prefer Mom.

Mom.

You're not
just delusional, Claire,

you're violent.

Maybe beyond hope or help
at this point.

I'm not crazy.

I'm not crazy.

I'm not crazy.

What the fuck is that?

Helen.

Did you let somebody
down here?

Who the fuck are you?

Stay the fuck away
from me.

Helen!

I have a knife
under that pillow.

Mom!

Get away from me!

Mo...

Good morning.

Or should I say
good afternoon?

It's past 12:30.

Couldn't you sleep last night?

It's hard to sleep when
you have an audience.

There was a man down here

standing right over there,
watching me.

Please tell me that
you know who he is.

I mean, as creepy as it is
that you would

turn me into some peep show,

it would be
a hell of a lot worse

if there were people
in your house

without you knowing it.

So why didn't you call me,
then?

I did call you.
I yelled actually.

You called for me
while some strange guy

was standing over there
watching you?

Yes, I did yell, out loud,

and there was a man
standing there staring at me.

Well, I'm sure you
believe that,

but I keep all the doors
and windows locked, so...

I didn't fucking imagine him.

Just so we're clear,

I do not appreciate
that language.

Tough shit.

Speaking of that.

Whew! Gettin' ripe.

What you're smelling
isn't in there. Okay?

The stench was in this room

long before I did
any of that business.

Coffee and a sandwich.

Which would be a hell of
a lot easier to stomach

if we could figure out
what the stench actually is.

Do you hear anything
that I say to you?

She wakes.

I'd say, rise and shine,
but...

the sun never gets in here,
does it?

You look scared.

So, what's a girl like you
doing in a place like this?

Are you...

I need to get out of here.
Can you help me?

- That depends.
- On what?

On you.

- How did you...
- I'm not real, Claire.

And popping around like this
might seem like a bit much,

but it spares us
a lengthy debate about

whether or not your mother
put me up to being down here.

How is it that you
know about Helen?

Or... Or the fact that
she's my mother?

Because you do.

And if I'm a figment
of your imagination...

Oh, no.

- Maybe I am crazy.
- Now, why do you say that?

Didn't you ever have
an imaginary friend as a kid?

I'm not a kid anymore.

Maybe you're just dreaming.

And I don't need
an imaginary friend.

Beats being crazy.

I think if I were dreaming this,

I'd be waking up in a hurry.

The isolation alone is
enough to make anyone go mad.

I mean, look at this place.

How depressing.

I think if I were a mouse
living here,

I'd kill myself.

I think a few dozen
of them already have.

That would explain the smell.

Dream or no dream,

I think I'd welcome
someone to talk to,

even if they were a
figment of my imagination.

So I made you up?

I don't know, did you?

I'd at least think that I'd
make up someone less annoying.

Don't worry, Claire,

I was always a smartass.

And that's not dead mice
that you're smelling.

Then what is it?

You know, you really should
try to eat.

That pain in your gut
is not pretend,

and it's only gonna get worse.

If you are a figment of
my imagination,

then go away.

I don't need somebody
to chat with,

I need to figure out a way
to get the hell out of here.

Sorry, I can't help you
with that.

We all have rules, Claire.

It's just how
the universe works.

Then what good are you?

Whoever you are.

My name is Rebecca.

Who you talkin' to?

Another visit from your
gentleman admirer?

No, this one was a woman.

Oh, conjured up
another one, huh?

I wish you were a
figment of my imagination.

Be very careful
what you wish for, my dear.

Helen?

Helen?

What are you,
a janitor now?

Strip.

Excuse me?

I said, strip.

No fucking way.

Claire, good hygiene
is important.

A good mother knows how
to take care of her child,

as you know.

Claire.

How the fuck did you
get down here?

Helen!

Stay away.

Helen!

We were so happy.

So happy.

And then there was that
knock on the door.

Darn thing.

What's wrong?

That fucking guy, he's back.

What guy?

No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, there-there
was someone here,

I swear.

I swear.

There's nobody there.

Honey, do you remember
what we talked about before?

I'm not crazy.

I'm talking about
the language.

Look, you're just grumpy.
Lay down. Just lay down.

Get some sleep,
you'll feel better.

And you need to eat.

You've gotta be starving
at this point.

So much better.

Mommy!

A mommy's love never dies.

My ball.

Mommies are so important,
aren't they?

Mommies do all kinds
of nice things for us.

They feed us,
they wash our bodies,

they chain us up.

Your mommy loves you.

And a mommy's love is forever.

Forever.

Forever.

How can you eat that stuff?

You're the one
that told me to eat.

You're just imagining that.

Staring at that bowl
isn't gonna help you.

I don't like oatmeal.

When was the last
time that you ate anything?

I can't remember.

I can't remember anything
except this room.

My past,
my entire life is a blank,

I don't know why.

Helen, she...

Mothers can be such a pain.

Especially when they're
always around.

Don't you want to
get out of here, Claire?

You can't be enjoying this.

What's not to love?

Now who's being
a smartass?

Helen says that
I've hurt people.

She says I killed a couple,

a man and his wife
and... and a little boy.

Did you?

I can't remember.

I don't remember.

It doesn't sound like
something I would do,

so I find it hard to believe.

But, then again, I'm
talking to you right now,

so maybe my brain isn't
working so well lately.

Slaughtered a family.

Now why would you do
something like that?

I would really like to know.

No, no, no, that's
what Helen says I did,

not something that
I remember doing.

But she also said that
there was a little boy.

I mean, how the hell do you
forget something like that?

I couldn't kill anybody,
I can't even squash a bug.

You know, it's really amazing
what people are capable of.

It's not like the movies.

You know, in the movies,
the bad guy is bad all the time,

and the good guy is
always good,

but real people
aren't like that.

Good and evil exists
in all of us.

It just depends which one
was nurtured the most.

Or which one surfaced first
in a particular situation.

Maybe your bad guy
showed up at the wrong time.

- That's nonsense.
- Okay, fine.

Let's try to
figure this out, then.

When did you supposedly
do this thing?

I told you,
I don't remember.

Well, there you go.

If you did do it,

don't you think
you would remember?

Somewhere
deep inside yourself?

- I don't know.
- You don't know...

if you would remember
committing this horrible crime?

Wouldn't it still be there
like some bad aftertaste?

Helen says that
the psychiatrist

said that I've repressed
the memory, I...

The psychiatrist said.

Psychiatrists don't even know

what they're talking about
half the time.

So much goes on
in people's heads...

love, hate, fear...

sorrow.

Anger.

The desire to hurt,

to lash out at someone
that we think has hurt us.

It's a constant dogfight,

each emotion trying to conquer
the other.

If you really want to
get outta here,

you've gotta do more
than just shout or cry.

You've gotta fight for it.

You have to figure out
what is real.

A reality check.

That's pretty rich
coming from you.

Then maybe you do really
belong here.

Wherever here is.

I see you.

I don't remember anything.

And all of these ifs are
just making it worse.

But there is something
in the back of my mind.

I can hear these voices,
but they're far off,

like everything's locked
behind some heavy door...

and I can't find the key.

Dig deeper, Claire.

You need to remember
what happened.

What if nothing happened?

You wouldn't be here
if nothing happened.

Still no appetite, huh?

Oh,
I still have an appetite.

Just not for that.

How is it that
I remember my name...

remember you,

but I don't remember
killing anybody?

- I've told you...
- Or this place.

If you live here, then I
probably grew up here, right?

But I don't remember
any of this.

Like... Like this bed.

Where the hell
did this come from?

None of this even remotely
begins to scratch the itch.

Well, it's probably
better that way.

You know?

It's understandable.
It's a lot less painful.

Then why do I remember you?

Don't want to dignify that
with a response?

Fine. Then answer me this.

How long do I have to
stay down here?

Until you can leave.

And just when will that be,
huh?

- Answer me.
- It is not up to me.

Really?

You're the one that's
keeping me down here.

Is that what you think?

You're not the one
keeping me down here?

Good.
Then take this thing off.

Really, Mom.
Prove to me that

you're not the one keeping me
against my will,

and take it off.

What, nothing to say?

No smug little comeback?

I'm calling you out on
your bullshit, Helen.

When did I ever say
that this was my house?

Stupid bitch!

Let me out of here!

Brought you some tea.

I don't want it.

Fine.

So now you can die of
thirst as well as hunger.

If this isn't our house,
then where are we?

Well, you should know,
you brought me here.

- I what?
- Yes, you sent an SOS,

and as usual,
Mommy came running.

If I was actually in trouble,

you'd be the last person
that I'd call.

Claire, you have been calling me
to bail you out forever.

Back in school when you
were being picked on.

When you got violent and you
broke that poor girl's nose.

When you got pregnant
in college.

Whoa, pregnant?

No, no, no, no, Helen, I've
never been pregnant, okay?

That's a pretty big deal.

How the hell do you think

I wouldn't remember
something like that?

Let's face it, dear.

You're a real screw up.

And you're a heartless bitch.

- Hey!
- Oh, oh, oh, I'm sorry.

I know, language.

I meant,

you're a heartless
fucking bitch.

By the way,
this is our house now.

Go away.

Well, that's not very nice.

Feeling sad, are we?

Go away.

Temper, temper.

You know,
when I was a little kid,

I got this doll
for Christmas.

It was supposed to look
like a real newborn baby,

all wrinkly and everything,

but I thought it was ugly.

So I threw it in the toy box
and refused to play with it.

Then eventually, I noticed
that it was missing,

and I asked my mother
about it,

and she said that she
had given the doll away

to a little girl
whose family was poor.

She said that little girl
was grateful for the doll,

and loved that doll.

Interesting story.

- I don't care.
- But after a while...

it started to bug me,
started to really nag at me,

taking up more and more
of my attention,

until finally...

it started
making me mad.

The more I thought about it,
the madder I got,

until, I didn't even know
that little girl,

but I hated that little girl.

She had my doll.

- Go away, Rebecca, please.
- There's a point to this story.

- Do you not want to hear it?
- No, I really don't.

I don't care,
the point is,

people don't appreciate things
until they're gone.

And trying to get back
something that you've lost...

is like trying to climb
a waterfall.

Just go away.

I never tried to climb
that particular waterfall,

but I wonder if I had...

what it would've done to
that little girl.

Would it have changed her life?

And what kind of change
would that have been?

Bad, I suppose.

After all,

she loved that doll
more than I ever did.

But what if I had
gone back for it,

taken it away from her?

What would that
have done to her?

And would it have been
temporary or permanent?

It was just a doll.

It's always "just" something
with you,

isn't it, Claire?

Hopefully, that bitch
can't throw her voice.

What the fuck?

Better take my number.

Lot of demand for my attention
down here.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Talking to yourself again?

That was cute
when you were little,

you know, you and your
imaginary friends.

But when you kept doing it
as you got older,

that scared me,
I gotta tell ya.

Obviously,
for good reason.

All right.

Cleaned your bucket,

and I made you
a tuna sandwich for lunch.

I hate tuna.

- No, you don't.
- Yes, I do.

Well, I made you tuna.

While you were cleaning my
shit bucket,

so go make something else.

Not a restaurant, Claire.

Why do you keep bringing me
stuff that I hate?

To starve you, of course.

Enjoy.

Enjoy.

She has a point, you know.

You probably are starving.

Helen!

Go away, my mother's calling
the police as we speak.

Nobody's calling the police,
Claire.

Go away. Helen!

She can't hear you.

But you haven't
figured that out, either.

Just please go away,
I... I am tired of this shit.

You've been sleeping plenty.

If you're here to kill me,
then just get on with it.

Otherwise, fuck off.

Helen!

You need to think, Claire.

What are you, a friend?

Or just some creep
doing this for kicks

and a couple of bucks?

You need to clear your mind
of all these distractions.

'Cause if you wanted to
kill me,

then you'd at least be
holding a knife.

Claire.

Stay the fuck away from me.

Helen!

- Claire.
- Stay away!

Go...

Why does this keep
happening to me, Mommy?

All these scary people keep
doing scary things to me.

What?

Then you need to
make them leave.

But I don't know how.

Sure you do.

You just need to remember.

You haven't even touched
your lunch.

I told you,
I don't like tuna.

You are going to
starve to death.

I'm not hungry.

Well, you haven't eaten
in days, so of course.

Your body's stopped telling
your brain that you need food.

Now it's just
feeding on itself.

You need to snap out of
this or you're gonna die.

Or are you in a hurry to meet
your victims again this soon?

You know you're a
terrible mother, right?

If anyone knows about being
a terrible mother, it's you.

Well, actually I don't.

But if I did have kids...

I wouldn't feed them
things they don't like.

You have no idea

what some people
are forced to swallow.

Other people's choices
and other people's actions

put you in a situation,

and you have to deal with
the results

that you had
nothing to do with!

Other people's
selfish appetites

intrude on your life,

and suddenly you're chained
in a sea of darkness

and stench and filth

like you could never
have imagined.

And it never ends.

It just goes on and on,

and it gets worse
and worse and worse.

And here we are.

Well, here I am.

I know that you
have been imagining

a lot of things lately, Claire.

But this...

is absolutely fucking real!

And I have always been
a good mother.

Even when I wasn't
a good person.

No.

No.

Shit.

A mommy's love never dies.

Well, you're not
much of a talker, are you?

Oh my God, I'm losing
my fucking mind.

Thought this might
cheer you up a little.

I always say that nature
is a balm to the soul.

You should've brought flowers.

They would've at least
covered up the smell down here.

And that's just gonna die,
you know.

Oh, it'll be fine,

all it needs is
a little water and TLC.

- And food.
- No, Helen.

Plants need
more than that, like light.

It'll be fine for
a couple of days.

And people need more
to survive, too,

like hope and freedom.

Honey, none of us
are ever truly free.

I need something to do.

What do you mean?

I have been laying here
day after day.

If I don't find something
to occupy my mind,

then I actually will go crazy.

Well, what do you want?

I don't know,
a laptop?

- No.
- Okay, a tablet.

No!

Fine, a book, puzzle,
anything.

Aren't I being
a good girl now, Mommy?

No.

You know, if you're bored,

we could always just play
pin the tail on the ghost.

Why do you keep showing up?

I don't know,

'cause you'd look crazy
talking to an empty room.

I keep seeing a little boy.

What's wrong, Claire?

Nothing, I think, uh...

I think I just need to lay down.

The smell down here
is getting worse,

it's giving me a headache.

Feeling weak?

Yeah.

Not surprising.

Why's that?

You already know
the answer to that.

- No, I don't.
- Sure you do.

You're just not
thinking clearly.

I wonder why that is.

Are you really crazy?
Is it self-protection?

Or is your body sapping
energy from your brain?

You know, you're really
starting to piss me off.

Go away.

Did you ever read

"The Emperor's New Clothes"?

A shyster dressed the
emperor in nothing at all,

but convinced him that
he was wearing the finest duds.

The emperor deluded himself
into thinking

he was walking around
wearing some pretty hot stuff,

but he was actually naked.

Everyone else goes along with it
because he's the emperor,

so he could cut your head off,
you know, but...

someone finally got
the courage

to make him look in
the mirror.

Someone got him to turn around

and see what was
really going on.

You're naked, Claire.

It's time to look in the mirror.

You know,
you show up here,

and you share
your words of wisdom,

and I have no idea what
you're talking about.

And yet, if I'm a figment
of your imagination,

it's all actually coming
from you, isn't it?

Then again...

what if I'm not a figment of
your imagination?

Just go away, Rebecca.

If only that worked
on Helen.

Claire.

Mommy?

No!

No.

Help!

Claire.

Helen?

Mom!

You have another visitor
coming,

he's just not here yet.

But he is coming.

He's coming very soon.

You need to remember.

Very soon.

Claire.

Hello?

What do you want?

Why do you keep coming here?

Bad dreams?

Claire.

It's time to open
that door.

I'm so tired.

It's time to look inside.

Drink your tea.

I keep seeing weird things.

People keep coming down here
and tormenting me.

I'm scared.

No one has been here.

Then why am I so afraid?

I don't know.
Why do you think?

You have a lot of skeletons
in your closet, my dear.

No, you're not real.

Mommy loves me,
so she said,

right before
she bashed my head.

You're not real.

But Mommy's love
will never die,

she told me when she
made me cry.

Stay away.

My ball!

Let go! Let go of me!

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

Claire!

Oh, my God, wake...

Claire, wake...
Claire, wake up!

Jesus, Claire, you were
having a nightmare.

What was that about?

Honey?

Oh, geez!

You scared me half to death.

Okay, I'll make you
a nice cup of tea.

It's gonna help you sleep,
okay?

Okay, just calm down.

Fuck you.

You can feel it,
can't you?

I don't feel anything.

Nagging.

Clawing at you.

And the more you
try to fight it,

the stronger it gets.

Like that pang
in your stomach.

Or the smell.

None of this is real.

What you feel in your gut
is hunger.

Hunger is real.

What you smell...

Where's your mother, Claire?

Where's Helen?

I'm here.
I've always been here.

You're just not
paying attention.

Something sure stinks,
smells like a real mess.

- Like the mess in the bucket?
- No.

It's a different kind of
mess,

like something is rotting.

Like maybe
something like this?

Where on earth did you
find that old carrot?

It was under the bed.

It looks like it's been
there for days and days.

Is that what's making
the bad smell?

Well, it's rotting,
but not that bad.

Is there anything else
under the bed?

Um...

a piece of a broken plate.

A broken plate, huh?

Yep, I wonder how
that happened.

I don't know,
but I certainly hope

no one got hurt
when that plate broke.

Let me look and see.

Well, what is it?

I think somebody did get
hurt when that plate broke,

and I think it's where
the bad smell is coming from.

Is there a mess under there,
young lady?

Um... yes.

I wonder who it is.

Claire.

Get off me!

You shoulda let me help you.

A mother's love never dies,

but she can.

I wonder who it is.

Shit.

Shit.

No, no, no.

You haven't eaten in days.

Bet that oatmeal and tuna

look pretty good right now,
don't they?

No, no, no.

Nothing since that day.

The fight.

No, none...
none of this is truth.

This isn't real.

Look at the condition
of that food.

How hungry are you right now?

How thirsty?

How dirty?

When you woke up
from being drugged,

you closed your door to
that part of the world,

just like you shut out
all those other parts.

But that just made you
more accessible to us.

Us?

Now, that we're
opening doors, Claire,

let's open all of them.

Oh, your car broke down?

Well, come on in,
use my phone.

Mommy!

My ball!

Oh, my God!

What did you do?

I think he's dead.

Michael!

No, no, no, no.

Mom, please,
please, please help me,

please help me,
please help.

I don't know what to do,
I don't know what to do.

Help me, help,
help, help me.

I can't do this.

God, what did you do?

Bad girls do bad things,
bad girls do bad things.

What did you do?

Bad girls go to jail,
bad girls go to jail,

bad girls go to jail,
bad girls go to jail.

No, honey.

This is going to be
much worse than jail.

Bad girls do bad things,
bad girls do bad things,

bad girls do bad things,
bad girls do bad things.

And that's not happening.

Are we going home?

No, we're not gonna go home,
we can't.

Not 'til I can clean this up
and figure out what to do.

They're gonna come and get me.

No, no, they're not.

We're gonna hide.

we're gonna stay here and hide,
and like...

It's gonna be like
playing a game, right?

Mommy, I'm scared.

You don't have to be scared,
Mommy's here now.

Mommy's here.

Mommy's gonna
take care of you.

Mommy loves you.

Mommy loves you so much.

No.

I don't do things like that.

You've been doing things
like that

your whole life, Claire.

You killed a kitten
when you were five.

Karma's a bitch,
isn't it?

What do you mean?

I mean, starvation is
a slow death, Claire,

and if anyone deserves it,
you do.

No, I'm not...
I'm not going.

You killed your mother,
Claire.

The only person
who ever loved you.

How are you gonna
get out of here now?

You also killed the only person
who knows that you're here.

Looks like you're stuck.

It's not there.

What?

The key to your
ankle bracelet.

- No.
- You already looked.

Don't you remember?

No, it has to be in here.
It has to be in here.

Sorry, Helen.

Didn't mean to.

You made a real
mess of it this time, dear.

I know.

And I am sorry.

I know.

I remember that day now.

I was so sad.

I saw you first,

coming out of the store.

Both of you.

I remembered you from the day
that we signed the papers.

When they forced me to put
my baby up for adoption.

And then you came out.

My God, you were so big,
I couldn't believe it.

You were showing them
the gumball

that you had just gotten
from the machine.

And you were so excited
because it was red,

your favorite flavor.

You looked so happy,
I could...

I could almost hear
the excitement in your voice.

I wanted so badly
to tell you that...

that cherry was
my favorite too.

I still couldn't believe
how much you had grown.

How much time had passed.

And then I realized...

that if I had just seen you
without them,

I... I never would've
recognized you.

And I realized how much
of your life I had missed.

I realized how much
I really loved you.

Because a mother's love
never dies.

You shoulda let me help you.

I never meant to hurt anybody.

I just wanted you back.

Please, can you let me go now?

I promise
that I'll be a good girl.

I can't do anything now.

I'm gonna die here alone.

I'm... I'm gonna die here alone.

You...

will never be alone
again.

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