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- Hey, there.
- How you doing? Get a vodka tonic, please?

- All right.
- Better make that a double.

Let's do it again.

Just that kind of a day.

We all have 'em.

Oh, not like mine.

What are you drinking?

Bud.

- A Bud for my friend here.
- Sure.

Well, thanks. I'm Marlin Reid.

- Matt Doyle.
- Yeah.

Hurt your arm?

Yeah, uh, something happened at work.

The hell do you work?

If you don't mind me asking.

No, I work down in Osterville.

Kid stabbed me with a knife.

Huh.

What?

No, nothing. Just looked too superficial
to be a stab wound is all.

Okay. What, you a doctor?

Nah, I'm a cop.

- Up here?
- No, down in the city.

You're a long way from home.

I'm just working a case.

Here you go. Thank you.

Marlin, good luck with your arm.

- Yeah?
- Stan, it's Matty. I talked to him.

So tell me.

I don't think the wife
was telling the truth.

I don't think he was with her
on the day. It doesn't matter.

You can't ID him from the tape.
I think his alibi is bullshit.

- What, you got him to talk?
- No, I didn't have to.

What are you now, the Amazing Kreskin?

Guy's got a scar on his arm.
Looks like it got grazed by a bullet.

I think the kid was telling the truth.
At least about that much anyway.

I think the stepfather was there.

As a matter of fact,
I think he was the target.

Also, I didn't like his eyes.

- His eyes?
- Yeah.

All right. Well, thanks, Detective.
I owe you a beer.

A beer? I'm in fucking bum-fuck here.
You owe me a case.

You're doing really great, Dan.

Understanding why the alters exist,
what purpose they serve,

that's the first step in healing.

Think back.

What moment
brought Yitzhak into your life?

I'm so sorry, please.
I didn't mean to...

- That's enough, man.
- Fuck off!

Bill, Bill, please.
Bill, please. Please.

- What the fuck?
- Stupid boy. You should listen to friend.

Hey!

It was those kids from school,

- the day that everything went to shit.
- Are you okay?

Yeah, it's just, it's difficult.

It feels like my head is caving in…

…and that I'm stuck in a metal box.

Danny, what?

It's just something that Ariana once said.

But she didn't, did she?

No, you did.

All of her feelings are inside of you.

So, how did you feel
before Yitzhak emerged that day?

I was terrified.

So you brought out Yitzhak to protect you?

In your case, the disorder's progressive.

Your mind is splitting more and more.
Yitzhak and Ariana are symptoms.

Yitzhak's function in particular
seems to be to react to physical threats.

Yeah, well, I wish he could've
come around when I was younger.

You had other saviors then.

Time's up.

You're doing great, okay?
Like I said.

And right now,
you need to try and hold on to you.

As we ramp up for trial,
do your best not to let the alters in.

Okay?

Simple as that.

No, not that simple.

- I'll see you in a few days.
- See you in a few days.

But this is what we prepared for.

No, this is what you prepared for.

What, you worried about your grant?

Fuck you, Stan.

Insanity is his best chance.

No, it's not. Do I need to remind you
of our little pretrial fiasco?

'Cause according to
a half a dozen experts,

your multiple personality disorder
isn't even a real thing.

- They're wrong.
- And you're gonna prove that

- on this kid's back?
- Yes.

- No.
- I'm sorry?

Rya, look, you did good.

Because of your sessions with the kid,
we know about the stepfather.

We know that he lied
about being on the scene.

He's hiding something.

And also because of you,
we both know what he's hiding.

Now, if we can prove that this kid
went after him specifically,

maybe for good reason,
then this wasn't a random shooting.

What is important here is that we show
there is no history of violence

and that the shooting was targeted.
Personal.

Then, we put this guy on the stand,
we rattle him,

and maybe we can show
that the kid had good reason to shoot.

The case goes from
six counts of attempted murder

to one count of aggravated assault.
It's one-tenth of the sentence.

No, he needs treatment, not jail.

- His alters have receded for now…
- Rya...

- …but unless he gets help...
- We are a law office.

We are not a hospital.

Okay, so what happens when Jonny
mouths off to the wrong person,

or when Yitzhak gets in a fight
that he can't win?

Do you hear yourself?

- He's not gonna survive prison.
- Will you pick up that phone?

Stan, he will not survive prison.

He's got a better chance of surviving
five years than 50.

Or do you want to argue that too?

He needs time to get better.

According to the law,
what he's got doesn't exist.

Fuck the law.

The law doesn't give a shit
about mental health.

Unless he can be integrated

and come to terms with
what happened to him,

he doesn't stand a chance.

Look, you got until trial.

Do your shrink thing.

Fix him up. Whatever.
We are not putting him on the stand.

In two weeks,

I just need him to sit there
like a good defendant.

If he pulls any of the wacko shit
in the courtroom,

the prosecution will eat us alive, okay?

I will work on getting him a reasonable
sentence, and everyone will be happy.

That's not how it works.

I cannot guarantee
he's going to be a good defendant.

This is the best that we can do,
and it-it is a good outcome.

And if you really care about the kid,

stop trying to prove a point on his back
and take the win.

Can I get one more for the road, Toby?
Got a big trial coming up.

- They do it?
- Yep.

Gonna get 'em off?

Nope.

Maybe he gets out with enough time.
Some kind of life, anyway.

Well, best you can hope for, I guess, huh?
Some kind of life.

Yep, that's the best we can hope for.

Turn it down.

Anyone come here, Candy?

Who?

Someone asking questions about my arm?

Anyone else?

Not since the first time.

And I told them what you said to,
that I was with you that day.

Nothing ever happens
that isn't both parents' fault.

You know that?

You know what I do for you, right?

For your kid?

What the fuck else you gonna do?

Keep walking, weirdo.

Can I ask you a question?

The English guy coming back? Jack?

Wait, you know Jack?

Sure do.

Said he was going to give me a chance
to win back some of my money.

But, uh…

Well, he hasn't really
been around here for a while.

You don't remember?

No.

Wow.

Wait, it doesn't bother you?

Fuck do I care?

You think you're the first con I've met
who's nuts?

Guy can play cards and he's good company.

Just don't bring back the Israeli.

Sullivan, you got a visitor.

You wanna see him or what?

You had me worried.
Thought you didn't recognize me.

They-They said in the paper
you got split personalities.

So that's why you haven't called?

Ari...

You're Jerome, aren't you?

She told me about you.

Sh...

I thought I didn't hear from you
'cause you didn't love me.

I saw your picture in the paper,

and I figured you could use a friend,
even if you didn't want to see me.

But you don't even know me.

I'm not her.

So where is she?

Not here.

Yeah.

She was always good at that.

Disappearing.

I'm sorry.

- Hey, Carl.
- Hey, Ari.

- Seven and seven.
- No kidding.

Hi, there. I'm Grace.

Tell me about Ariana.

What did she do specifically?

- She was my best friend.
- I know, but what did Ariana do?

Well, um...

She could have sex.

She would have sex.

Have you ever had sex, Danny?

No.

Well, not as me anyway.

Okay. Let's stay with Ariana.

I want you to imagine her.

Imagine how she feels.

She wanted to be close to people,
but she hid it.

She could just about get there, but then…

…then she would just push them away.

To be intimate is to be vulnerable.

And your childhood
was no place to be vulnerable.

No, it was not.

Having a system of alters
has helped you survive.

They deal with feelings that you can't.

But they are just constructs of your mind.
They're not perfect. Far from it.

So the system isn't working?

It worked for a long time.

So let me ask you again.

What did Ariana do for you?

I think she was the keeper of
my loneliness.

My fear.

Yes, and your pain. All of your suffering.

And she takes action
to resolve feelings when you can't.

Like when you wanted
to be intimate with Annabelle.

Like going after Marlin.

Yes, she's starting to seep in.
They all are.

Just your awareness of all of them
is making that happen.

I've been reading about a new treatment.
It's called fusion therapy.

It's a process that allows you to merge
with all of your alters.

Your pieces will reintegrate.

You'll be whole.

I bet they don't
offer that in prison though.

No, but we're gonna get you
the shortest sentence possible.

Probably not short enough.

We don't think like that, Danny.

Will you listen to me?

No, I don't have any more
'cause I'm already paying for the Buick,

half the house, and the dog
I never get to see.

All right. I gotta go.

You the server?

Address is on the front.
This one might be squirrelly.

Marlin Reid?

Who's asking?

You're being served with a summons
to testify for the defense

in the trial of Danny Sullivan.

Marlin has always been a threat to you,

and moving to the ghost house
separated you from that threat.

But was there ever a time
that Yitzhak actually intervened?

Actually protected you from Marlin?

Shut up. Let me handle this.

Do not speak to woman that way.

- You are bully.
- Fuck, I'm struggling to stay with it.

- Fuck.
- Okay. Try and see it without Yitzhak.

How is this helping, Rya?

Use your imagination, not your memory.

Close your eyes.

- Danny, baby...
- Shut up. Stop. Stop. Let me handle this.

Do not speak to woman that way.

You are a bully. All bullies are cowards.

That's good, Danny.

Let's go to that night in the ghost house.
What we talked about.

Have the feeling,
but try to be inside Yitzhak.

- Okay.
- Stay inside Yitzhak.

What does it feel like?

Angelo, I'll give you the gun back.

You can have it. I just... Shit. Fuck.

I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry.

Oh, you're sorry? You're sorry,
motherfucker? I'ma show you sorry.

I wouldn't hide, if I was you.

How does Yitzhak feel?

Strong?

He feels…

competent.

- No!
- What do we got here?

Bitch. What we got here?

- What do we got here, huh?
- Danny! Danny!

Shit.

- Look at you.
- Please.

This is what you want?

- Who is bitch now?
- No. No, no, please.

Who is bitch now, huh?

No. No, no, no.

You are bitch.

Did you piss yourself?

Run!

Annabelle.

Annabelle, it's okay.

- No one's gonna hurt you now. You're safe.
- You get away from me.

- Annabelle... You're safe.
- Don't touch me! Get away from me!

- Annabelle, it's okay. What... Annabelle.
- Leave me alone!

- Annabelle, please.
- Leave me alone!

It was me.

Annabelle, She was afraid of me.

I'll tell you what…

Hey!

Hey, kid.

Kid!

You're the one
that does those voices, right?

Come on. Come on. Do one for us.

We want to see the freak show, freak boy.

You won't even know. You won't even know.

- Cut it out! Eat your food!
- All right, here we go.

I hope it's okay, me coming back.

Yeah, it's cool.

I guess I just don't really know
what you want.

I wasn't very sensitive,

uh, to how hard this must be.

Jerome. Nice to meet you, Danny.

It's nice to meet you.

I've heard a lot about you.

All favorable, I hope.

Mostly.

Well, we had our ups and downs.

But the ups made the downs worth it.

At least for me.

No, for her too.

At least, I think so anyway.

Thanks.

Know how we met?

The first time I see her,

she's at the club giving shit
to this asshole at the bar.

And so, I go over.

Ask if she wants any help.

Next thing I know, she's bitching me out,

saying she's not some goddamn princess,
she can fight her own battles.

Yeah, she can.

And so, I tell her,

I was only trying to help.

She says if I really want to help,
I'd get her on the dance floor.

Next thing I know,

we're moving together
like we're two halves of the same person.

It's rare finding someone

who understands your movement like that.

That was us.

We understood each other
from that first night.

Well, I can't dance for shit.

I'm sure you've got some moves
in there somewhere.

Apparently, I do have all these skills
hidden away in my subconscious.

You must be thinking that I'm crazy.

No.

I'm thinking you must be lonely.

If I don't go to jail,
there's a treatment, a therapy,

to help me figure out
how I can become all of them.

And how many are there?

A bunch.

Ooh-whee.

My mom always said
I knew how to pick 'em.

Ouch.

In for a penny, in for a pound.

Ariana used to say that.

Yeah, I learned it from her.

And from you.

What if I don't like who I become,

you know, after the therapy?

I-I spent my whole life
trying to get right.

Who I am.

Black man.

Gay man.

Brave man.

Coward.

Troublemaker. Peacekeeper.

Turns out, I'm all of them.

Now, that doesn't make it easy.

I've been beat up, spit on,
kicked out of every place you can imagine.

But I know who I am.

And no one can take that from me.

Ariana knew who she was.

She was proud of it.

That's in you.

That's a part of you.
She is a part of you.

You do what the rest of us have to.

You take the good parts of yourself
and you love 'em.

And the bad, you try to make better.

Best we can do.

I can see why she liked you.

Are you flirting with me?

What? No.

Relax, man.

I'm kidding.

Rya. F-First, I-I know I'm meddling,

but I just got off the phone with Martin.

He says you've been missing class.

Now, Rya, you know you could be
risking the whole tenure situation.

Fuck off, Greg.

So, why London?

Why did you go to London?

Because Yitzhak gave me
the guidebook and told me to...

No. There's no Yitzhak.

I don't know, Rya.
Why don't you tell me what you think?

Do you want some coffee?

- What?
- I'm gonna get us coffee.

Here's what I think.

I think that despite their best efforts
to protect you,

the alters were putting you in more
and more dangerous positions.

Hey, is it possible for you to get us
two cups of coffee, please, Kevin?

- Yeah, sure.
- Why?

Like I said, the illness is degenerative.

The alters can become erratic.

And at certain points, for some people,

the configuration may begin
to fail the host.

So, the alters that were ultimately there
to protect me are now hurting me?

The system's imperfect.

No matter how sophisticated it is,
it's still a disconnection from reality.

Disassociation takes a tremendous
amount of energy to maintain.

And everything that happened to my mind
is because of what Marlin did to Adam?

You tell me.

Wait. What are you saying? That…

he did something to me
that I don't remember?

You think he did something to me too?

Is that what you're saying?

We're in London.
I want you to feel your way through that.

Ariana was gone.

I was wanted by the police. I needed help.

So, what did you do?

Apparently,
I sent myself to go and find my dad.

A version of your father that you
imagined when you were a boy, maybe?

Thank you.

A father who would rescue me.

What little boy hasn't hoped for that?

Jack said everything
that I wanted to hear.

Jack couldn't give you your real father,

but he could give you the next best thing:
fatherly love.

I think that maybe you created Jack
as a kind of self-rescue.

What was it that he said to you? He said,

"You have to go back
and face the music, Danny Boy"?

It's nice to see you again, Jack.

Is it?

Your reluctance to being here
notwithstanding,

Danny's clearly in a lot of trouble.
And I'm hoping that you can help me.

Well, I made him come back, didn't I?
Told him to...

Face the music.

So, I sent myself to London to go
and find my imaginary father,

only to fail and then send myself back
to turn myself in?

- That doesn't make any sense.
- It makes emotional sense.

Your instinct after the shooting
was to run away,

and Yitzhak helped you do that.

And then you came back to reclaim
your life and face what you'd done.

- Jack sent you back.
- That's fucking crazy.

Although,
I guess that is kind of the point.

Your feelings are normal, Danny.

It's the way that you've learned
to express them

through entirely different people
that's unique here.

You know, it's quicker to just say crazy.

Drink your coffee.

Ms. Richards.

I understand, uh, you're prosecuting
the Danny Sullivan case.

Yes, I am.

Uh, he's my stepson.

Can we talk inside?

Afternoon, Stan. Nice of you to stop by.

Oh, funny. You're funny.

From the DA.

So, you don't remember first meeting
either of them?

Mike and Jonny.

No, I guess it was just like
they were always there.

The way they present to the world,
they seem most like you.

Would you say that's true?

Yeah, I guess. Sure.

- Whoo! Dude.
- Whoa, dude.

All right.

- Okay, so now what?
- Where's the money?

Money's in my pocket.

Okay. So, just, uh, be chill.

- Be chill.
- Be chill? What the fuck does that mean?

Be chill.

- Can you go and get me...
- Will you please...

- Mike, can you get me from the back?
- I got you.

Okay. Okay, okay, okay, okay.

So, unless someone knew you really well,

they might not notice the differences.

And maybe that's why your condition
went undiagnosed for so long.

Okay.

How are they different?

- What do you mean?
- I mean, what do they do for you?

What did they do that you couldn't do?

What up, ladies?

Stalker much?

Special delivery.

"Ghost house"?

What? Your house doesn't have a name?

Be there or be square.

Um, social skills. Friendships.

Mike was...

He was awesome. He would look out
for me. He had my back, you know.

And he...

- he was really cool.
- So were you.

You ripped out my heart.

Can you let a man down easy?

This is a lot better. Try that.

- Dude, fuck off.
- Danny?

- You said it was a party, right?
- Yeah.

I guess I better roll some more joints.

There are beers in the fridge.

And Jonny?

Danny? Jonny?

Yeah, come here, friend.

You liked that, huh?

Danny, what are you seeing?

I don't think I wanna talk about Jonny.

What are you remembering about him?

He was an escape artist, right?

He-He helped you escape your house
with the money from dealing.

Self-medication is a form of escape,
right?

I said I don't wanna talk about Jonny.

- Why not?
- Because I don't.

Danny,
you have to face all of your alters.

- They are all parts of you.
- I don't wanna discuss Jonny.

- Am I not making myself clear?
- Come on.

Rya, fuck off.

Good.

You're angry.

Yes, I'm angry.

How does that feel?

You're in control. You're in your body.
How does that feel?

- Good. It feels good.
- Yeah, that's progress.

You're already beginning to incorporate
the most segregated emotions,

and over time
you will be able to reclaim them all.

Over time? We don't really have
that much time, do we?

No, we don't.

One thing that I want you to think about

when you come across things
in your history that upset you,

one thing that links all of your alters
is that,

all your life,
they've been trying to save you.

Even if they don't want me talking to you?

They don't think
that you can survive without them.

And for a long time,
that was probably true.

- But not anymore.
- But not anymore.

I think there's a secret message
in the fact

that all of your alters
have been trying to save you, Danny.

And what's that?

You see,

well, they're all you.

Deep down,
you've been trying to save yourself.

Hey! Stop!

I have something for you.

It's for the trial.

No way.

- Is it new?
- Yes.

I've never had a suit before.

It fits you.

Thanks.

I'm gonna be right there the whole time.

Okay?

Yeah.

Hey.

Hey.

- You okay?
- Yeah. Yeah. You look better.

I do?

Calmer.

Well, maybe it's the whole
trying-to-be-one-person thing.

Um, look, I-I can't stay long.

This is my last time coming.

I just wanted to say it in person.

It's nothing to do with you.

But I have to be honest with myself,

and there's a part of me
hoping she'll be here,

which isn't fair to either of us.

It's been good getting to know you, Dan.
Um…

I'm sorry about your troubles.

I don't mind that you miss her.

I miss her, too.

Hey. I brought you something.

It's a good-luck charm.

When you wear it, maybe it can,
you know, remind you that you're you.

And being you is-is no bad thing.

Danny.

Hey.

Ari?

You're so fucking sentimental.

Hey.

I miss you.

I know.

I love you so much.

I love you too.

She just wanted to say goodbye.

Thank you.

I'll see you around, Danny.

- Again?
- You gotta be kidding me.

This is bogus.

What is so fucking urgent?

Your Sullivan kid, that's what.

What happened?

We just got an updated witness list
from the DA.

The stepfather went to the prosecution,

and he says
he was just trying to protect his stepson,

and that's why he didn't cop
to being shot.

- That's bullshit.
- Yeah, well, maybe.

But he says he can prove that
this wasn't an isolated incident

and that Danny has a history of violence.

Okay,
now he turned them on to some local case.

He was saying that
there was a shooting inside of the house.

The prosecution found some girl,
Annabelle Stone,

a guy named Angelo Ruiz,

that can tie Danny to that shooting
in the house,

and that he has a history
of drug abuse and attempted murder.

- Motherfucker.
- Now, if these witnesses pan out,

this guy just signed
Danny's death warrant.

Do you happen to know any chance
that they are not going to pan out?

No, they will pan out. So, what do we do?

I'm gonna go to the DA.
I'm gonna try to plead a deal.

- Ten to 15 years. No parole.
- Ten years?

Stop. Because if she says no...
And me, I would. I would say no.

You better hope you can convince
the mother to testify,

and a jury that this MPD shit is real,
and that Danny has got it after all.

- But you said that would never work.
- Stan!

Well, no, it never has.

Which, in my opinion,
does not bode well in a court of law.

But if it doesn't, he is going away
for the rest of his natural-born life.

- Stan! Stan!
- What?

Just in case, what are we gonna do?

- What are we gonna do?
- How do we get out?

Just in case.

Fuck. Come on.

Open the doors! Open the doors!

Damn it, Sullivan.
It's always something with you.

- I think I broke my wrist.
- Let's get you to the infirmary.

God! Fuck.

This gonna hurt?

Lights out in two minutes, Sullivan.

Lights out!

Just in case.