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-I heard he came in pretty messed up.
-We're about to find out.
-It's impossible to tell that's a person,
much less who it is.
-Well...
You wanted a look see.
-He was beautiful once.
-They all look pretty much the same on the inside.
You know, Doctor, I don't envy you,
having to work with these when they're still alive.
-He wasn't one of mine.
-Well, they all end up one of mine eventually.
-Cute.
-Hey, Dr. Upton.
Did I hear they got Dr. Derby down here?
-I'm afraid so.
-You be careful now.
You know, my old man used to say,
"Friends are the most dangerous."
-Oh, why is that?
-Because they're friends.
-Yeah.
Heads up, gentlemen.
- Cut off the head, cut off the head.
Destroy the body.
-Did they cremate the body? Is he dead?
Really dead?
-They start the autopsy in a few minutes.
-No, no, no, no, no, no. -Hey, hey, whoa, whoa.
-He can still get me. -He's dead.
You made sure of that. -Dani.
Dani, I need you to believe me.
-Beth, control yourself.
-Let her go.
-Ma'am, she's dangerous.
-She's my patient.
-I'm your friend.
I know how this sounds, but if he does it again,
it's forever.
-Give us a minute.
Who exactly is he?
-We can't go through this again.
We don't have time. I don't have time.
-You must recognize your symptoms.
-Yes. Paranoid schizophrenia.
But how could you understand unless it happened to you?
-Okay, tell me from the beginning.
-I thought I had everything.
A successful practice.
An ideal husband.
A suitable life.
Until that thing knocked at my door,
I thought I was in control.
-She thinks I'm weak.
-What do you think?
-I think she has no idea how hard it is.
-Hard how? -The urge.
I try to control it, but I just give in.
-So it's your weakness?
-You don't have to put words in my mouth.
-I'm afraid we ran out of time.
-She makes me feel like a street corner drug addict.
I'm not a junkie. I'm an English professor.
-Well, let's discuss it next session.
-Look, I will have beaten this by then, Doctor. Okay?
Just...
They want me to perish. All of them.
My colleagues, the Dean, my wife.
I'm not who they think I am.
-Well, until the next chapter, Professor.
-Right. Thank you.
-Dammit.
-Oh, Can I help you?
-You're Dr. Elizabeth Derby?
-Yes. -Can I talk to you, please?
-I'm sorry, you can make an appointment
with my service. -Please.
I need your help.
-Did you forget something, Professor?
- Carry on.
-Sorry.
-It's all right. Why are you here?
-I'm a student at Miskatonic. I read your book.
-Which one?
-The one on the out-of-body experiences.
-As a symptom of schizophrenia?
-I was outside my body.
-Come in.
-Sit down. -Thanks.
-What's your name?
-Asa Waite.
-The first thing you should know is that you're not alone.
-No, I am.
No one understands.
-You'd be surprised. A lot of psych students think
they see symptoms of what they're studying
in their own behavior, but it doesn't mean
that you have a problem.
-No, I didn't read it for school.
I read it because it happened to me.
-That's okay. You can get that.
-I know this sounds crazy, but I-I'm afraid to talk to him.
-To whom? -I don't know how it happens,
but it felt like he did it.
Like he has this power over me.
-Who has a power over you, Mr. Waite?
-He wants to do it again. If know it.
-Wants what?
-He wants...
my body.
-Who is this person that you're afraid of?
-Um, my father, he...
he's looking for me.
Can you come home with me?
-I'm sorry, but I don't go to clients' homes.
-It's not far. Just at the end of High Street. Number 33.
Please.
-Let me call the psychiatric department at Miskatonic.
I can tell them that it's an emergency.
-It's him.
No, no, I won't talk to you. Okay? You --
You have to stop it.
I've gone to see someone.
Someone to help me.
No. No. No. No.
Asa? Asa?
Help.
-How are you feeling?
-Like shit.
You're a doctor.
-Well, that's why you're here.
-Whoa, take it easy.
-Am I stricken?
-What do you mean?
-Uh, am I...ill?
-Do you remember our conversation, Mr. Waite?
-Well, it depends. What did I say?
-Well, that you had an out-of-body experience.
-You know, you shouldn't believe any young cunt
when he talks crazy.
-Do you often talk crazy?
-Believe the appropriate response to that
is it's none of your fucking business.
You wouldn't happen to have a cigarette, would you?
-This is a medical office. There's no smoking.
-Jesus Christ.
You know, sometimes I just fucking hate the modern world.
-You said you needed help. I want to help you.
-Perhaps.
Someday.
-I'll waive my fee. It won't cost you anything.
This is my personal number.
-Well that's -- that's very forward of, Dr. Derby.
-Well, I want to help you, Asa.
Um...
Excuse me.
-I'm not so sure you can.
Yet.
But I'll keep that door open.
Just in case.
-Watching him leave, I was shocked,
but I couldn't shake him from my thoughts.
And then I broke our profession's most sacred rule.
I took my work home with me.
It's definitely multiple personality disorder.
The most dramatic case I've ever seen.
He transitions through seizures and extreme somatic symptoms.
-Oh. I'd love a glass. Thanks, doc.
-Sorry, hon.
I think he's terrified of some male figure.
Early child abuse is the classic cause of MPD.
-But he's not a patient? -Not yet.
But he could be the subject of a major case study.
But he needs help.
-Well, how was your day, Edward? Oh, you know, just fine.
I woke up, I worked out.
I had three job interviews with bro bosses half my age.
Cried in the car, I came home and found a modicum of solace
in this branzino before thee.
- I'm sorry. You're right.
How was your day, Eddie?
-Oh, it's okay. You listen to people talk all day.
I'm sure there's something else we can figure out.
I've come a long way from the ocean.
Will you find a new home for me?
In your belly? In your belly.
-Stop.
-Eat me.
-Stop.
-Please. I need your help.
I'm not so sure you can.
I was outside my body.
I don't know how it happens, but it felt like he did it.
My father.
He wants my body.
Can you come home with me?
It's not far. Just at the end of High Street, number 33.
But I'll keep that door open. Just in case.
Please.
-Driving to 33 High Street.
-So what compelled you to go to the house?
-I know how it sounds, but I really couldn't control myself.
My mind was drawn to him.
Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
Excuse me, sir.
Are you all right?
-Can you tell me what's wrong?
-Pills. Pills pocket.
You have a serious heart condition, Mr. Waite.
-Oh, well, thank you for the obvious diagnosis, Dr. Derby.
-You know who I am.
-I recognize your likeness from your book.
I figured you'd come.
-Well, then you know I'm looking for Asa.
He told you he came to see me. Is he here?
-He ran off days ago.
-You don't sound very upset about him being missing.
-Well, in my own defense,
the boy's never been much earthly use.
-Is that what children are for? To be used?
-That's what everyone's for. Except me.
Well, now I'm no damn use at all since I was stricken.
-Stricken? Do you mean you had a stroke?
-Yeah, I had a stroke and heart attack and cancer.
And I beat them all.
-What is this book?
-Oh, it's entitled "None of Your Fucking Business."
Oh, look at you. You moved right in. Yes.
Take over. You assume you deserve my respect.
-Asa came to me for help.
He is a seriously troubled young man.
He needs clinical care.
Make no mistake, my flesh and blood are finally failing me.
But my mind is still sharper than a serpent's tooth.
In spite of a thankless child and my eyesight,
I still -- I appreciate a fine figure when I see one.
-Listen to me, sir. It is dangerous in Asa's state
to be left unsupervised, and given your condition --
-Don't you worry about me and my boy.
You just tend to your own affairs.
-If Asa comes back, have him call me
if you care about him at all.
-Of course I care about him! He's my son.
He's...
He's my salvation.
-Listen to me, friend.
I just need to make one phone call.
-Well, Doctor.
Dr. Derby, this house call is over.
-Get out! Get out!
-So I went back to my life, and I tried to focus on my work.
But something wouldn't let me.
-And then the other day I was shaking and sweating.
I-I couldn't see straight. I wanted to...
-You wanted to what?
- I wanted to hit him.
-But you didn't? -No.
In my mind, I hit him.
And I did it again and again. And I liked it.
I mean, I love him.
I really like thinking about beating him.
What do I do?
-We could try hypnosis.
-Will it stop the urges?
-It could.
Do I have your consent, Mr. Crawley?
Okay.
Breathe regularly. Clear your mind.
-Am I going to lose consciousness or control?
-It's just a relaxation technique.
Now look at this pen. Really look at it.
Look at the light shining off of it.
Let your mind float free.
Drifting up towards the ceiling.
Your mind is floating out of your body.
Now you are alone.
Alone with the person you love.
How do you feel?
-He doesn't love me.
He can't.
I hate him.
I want to hit him.
-The tighter you clench your hand,
the less you feel the urge to hate.
Do you feel it subsiding?
-Yes, I do.
-Doctor. -Asa.
-I tried to run away. I tried to escape from him.
-I have a client. Just wait here.
-He wants my body.
-Your father? What did he do to you?
-You saw what he did. -Saw what?
-You were there in your office.
Okay? You -- You saw it happen.
-I'm taking you to Miskatonic,
and then we're calling the police.
-You don't believe me?
-I can't fight him. I can't do it, okay?
That old, sick body, I... I'd rather die.
-You don't mean that.
-But he's stealing my life.
-Then he'll have to steal mine, too.
I'm glad you came back. Stay here.
Oh, dammit.
Your stress is gone. Your mind is clear.
Your body is relaxed, drifting down,
back into your body.
When I tap three times, you'll return to consciousness.
- Okay, I'm ready.
-I'm sorry, but there's been an emergency.
I need to escort a patient to the hospital immediately.
-I don't feel any different.
-We'll do a follow up next time.
Just remember when you feel the urge to violence,
just make a fist.
Make a fist.
Now, please excuse me.
-Long day, doc?
-Difficult day.
-You want to talk about it pro bono?
-I can't. Patient-client privilege.
You know how it goes.
-Would you like a roll in ze hay?
-I wish. I have some notes I have to make.
I'm going to be up for a while.
-Well, you know, I can't sleep very well without you.
-Mm. I can prescribe you something for that.
-So can I.
Oh, no.
-Oh, I should. It might be a patient.
Yes. -Doctor!
-Asa? -Is that him?
-Please. Please. I can't stop him.
-Asa, call the police.
-Police? -Where are you?
-Home, home. -Asa? Asa?
Oh.
I have to go. It's an emergency.
-What kind of emergency? No, you --
You call the police, you let them handle it.
You're just his doctor. -No, but, Eddie, it's my job.
-It's not your job I'm worried about.
-It's going to be okay.
You're sweet. I'll be right back.
-Asa!
Asa!
Asa?
Asa?
Mr. Waite?
Where are your pills?
911. What's your emergency?
-Hello. This is a medical emergency.
Someone is having a heart -- -No!
-What are you doing? -Help me. Not him.
-He's dying! -Good.
He has to stop it.
-Asa, give me the knife.
This is not you. This is -- This is him, not you.
Give me the knife.
Do you want to go to jail for the rest of your life?
Give me the knife.
-Please, please, please, just let me kill him.
-Where are his pills? -No.
-Give me the pills.
-Stop. -Give me the pills.
Give me the pills. -Let it go.
-Let him -- let him die. Let him die, please.
Oh, my God.
Is he -- is he dead?
How long?
How long does the brain live after the body dies?
-It's over.
Whatever pain he caused you, whatever he did to you,
your father can't hurt you anymore.
-That's not my father, okay?
It's stole my father's life, and now it wants mine.
-We're going to call the police,
and then we're going to get you help.
-No. No, no! You can't call the police.
Cut off his head. Cut out his brain!
-He has no power over you except in your mind.
-His -- His mind. You don't understand.
His mind has the power!
That day we met. That day we met in your office.
That was -- That was the second time.
If it happens again, then it's over, it's over.
It always comes in threes.
-I can help you. Let me help you.
-No. Then help me cut his head off
and -- and burn him.
Okay? If he could speak, if he says it one more time...
-No. No!
-Asa. You had a seizure.
-A seizure?
You could call it that.
-Do you remember what happened?
I thought he was dead.
-Oh, he's dead all right.
-We have to report what happened,
and then I want to take you to the hospital for observation.
-What is it you'd like to observe?
-Well, Asa, man died.
-You doctors are all the same.
You ask a lot of questions,
but you don't like answering them, do you?
-Have you seen a lot of other doctors?
-Doctors. Healers.
Potion dealers.
Lots and lots of priests.
-Well, do they explain why this happens to you?
Why you forget who you are?
-No. The devil makes me do it.
-I think you change personalities to escape the pain
and the rage you feel because of what he did to you.
-And you came to save me, didn't you?
My hero.
-What you're experiencing is called transference.
You're transferring the feelings
you couldn't express to your father to your doctor.
To me.
-Then I must have really wanted to fuck my old man.
-Well, uh, I'm going to go get help.
I want you to come with me.
-And I want to come inside you.
- Don't make it worse.
-Then let me make it better.
-You don't understand what you're doing.
-Oh, I know exactly what I'm doing.
-I'm gonna come.
Oh, oh!
-Give yourself to me.
Come on.
Come on.
-Come on!
-Interesting.
Yes.
This is a magnificent body.
It suits me. It suits me well.
Yes.
I want it. I want your body very much.
Oh.
What -- What just happened?
-The first time is always the most painful.
And quickest.
I promise it gets easier.
-No, but I was in your body.
-I was in yours.
-No, no, I don't mean it like that. I mean, my...
My mind was in your body.
-Well, I guess then...
if anybody ever tells you to go fuck yourself,
you can tell them you have.
-We have to figure out what happened.
-You will, Doctor. You will.
Shit! Petulant child!
Asa, come back here!
Help.
-Help me!
It's me!
It's me!
It's Asa!
-Get off me!
-Asa! Asa!
-Help me!
Help me!
-Too much?
-And that's when I went to see you.
-I didn't grasp how bad it was.
You were frantic, hallucinating.
I just thought...
Sounds like you had an out of body experience.
Yes. No.
I felt his -- his mind going into my body.
It was pain like I've never felt before.
-Of course it was painful.
You felt guilty about your feelings for this patient
because you love your husband
and because you're a dedicated doctor.
So you projected your ego on to one of the people
you felt you'd wronged.
Your patient.
Hell, Beth, you wrote the book.
-Okay, maybe. But it felt so real.
He spoke in this language that I didn't understand,
and I felt like I was in his body.
It was like he made it happen.
-So you used a fantasy to spice up your sex life,
and now you're creating another one to displace your guilt.
You're blaming the victim.
-I don't know, Dani.
I think I'm losing my mind. What should I do?
-You did the right thing.
You came to see me first.
We'll get through this.
But you have to admit what you've done.
-So I should call the police. -And tell them what?
That a young male patient you slept with murdered
the reanimated corpse of his father?
No, you have to understand what really happened last night.
Is it possible he drugged you?
-I don't know. I don't know.
-All right. We'll figure it out together.
Don't worry.
-Thanks.
-Yeah.
Let me get you a fresh shirt.
And you should talk to Eddie.
You can't work through this, Beth,
till you face it.
All of it.
You taught me that.
-You're right.
-Damn right I'm right.
Through all kinds of weather.
-We stick together.
-And no more house calls, okay?
-There be monsters. -There be monsters.
-Beth?
Are you all right?
-I'm fine.
-Police are here.
-Dr. Elizabeth Derby? -Yes.
-I'm Detective Ledger, and this is Officer Huxley.
-Ma'am.
-We have a couple of questions we'd like to ask,
if you don't mind.
Were you at the home of an Ephraim Waite
at 33 High Street last night?
-Yes. A patient called and said that it was an emergency.
-Right. That's what the young man said.
-So you talked to the young man?
-Asa Waite. Yes. He said that you were a great help to him.
Oh, you must have dropped your phone when you left.
-Thank you.
-Don't worry. I didn't peek.
-The fire department found it near the home.
-There was a fairly serious fire that destroyed
much of the first floor.
Mr. Waite said that you left before the fire started.
Is that right? -Yes. Is everyone okay?
-The young man is fine.
And what about his father?
-He wasn't on the premises.
Mr. Waite, the young man,
said that he disappeared several days ago.
He's been reported as a missing person.
Anyway, we just wanted to return your property to you.
Oh, sorry to go all Columbo on you,
but I had one more question.
There was a phone call placed from your phone
to 911 emergency services last night
reporting that someone was having a heart attack.
Who was that?
Having the heart attack.
-I misdiagnosed a panic attack in the young man
as a cardiac event.
That's why I cut off the call. I realized that I was mistaken.
-Oh, I see.
We all make mistakes.
Have a nice day.
-Ma'am. -Have a nice day, officers.
-He definitely peaked.
-Beth, I was so worried about you.
-Don't, Eddie. -You were gone all night.
There was a fire? Somebody had a heart attack?
-Let's sit down.
-Okay.
What happened?
-The patient was very troubled.
I still don't understand.
-Just tell me.
-We...had...
...sex.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It was -- it was a mistake.
A terrible mistake.
I just, I-I lost myself.
-There's blood on you.
-I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
-I can't...
I can't look at you right now.
-So I left. Where else could I go?
What else could I do?
-You should have come back to me.
-No, you wouldn't have understood. You couldn't have.
I just -- I thought it was better to be alone.
I didn't realize it was already impossible for me
to be alone ever again.
Asa?
No.
-Great work today.
-Thank you, Doctor.
I can see now it's only a dream.
-Well, I'll see you next week.
-I thought you said I could reduce my sessions
to a monthly basis.
-Oh, I'm sorry. I just...
I've been losing track of time lately.
-I always find myself wishing
I could turn back the hands of time.
Well...
Until next month.
Yeah.
Hi, Eddie. I'm coming home.
I'll do whatever it takes.
Professor.
-Doctor.
Oh, but what about our session?
-Asa?
-You left in such a hurry the other night.
I didn't get to thank you.
-What did you do? Did you drug me?
And what happened to your father?
-Sorry to cut you off, but, you know,
I was just getting ready to head out.
I just wanted to let you know how much I enjoyed
the use of your body.
You'd be surprised.
It was unlike anything I've ever experienced.
-I need to understand what happened that night.
-If you insist.
-No, no.
Asa! Asa!
What have you done to me?
Asa? Asa, pick up the phone. Pick up the phone.
Please. Please. You can't do this.
-Sorry. Wrong number.
-It's really happening.
Oh, that smell.
Demon octopus.
Awesome.
-Shit. I'm married.
Ugh.
-Dr. Danielle Upton.
-It's me.
-I'm sorry. Who's this?
-It's -- I'm a friend of Elizabeth Derby's.
Okay. She needs your help.
-What kind of help?
-She's in danger.
-Danger? What do you mean?
-No, look, there's no time, okay?
She needs help from a friend.
-I thought you said you were her friend.
-I can't help her.
I don't know if anybody can, but...
I know that she needs you.
Like you needed her.
-What did you say you were again?
-It doesn't matter, okay?
What matters is that if you don't come,
Elizabeth might die.
Or whatever makes her who she is might.
-Okay. What's the address?
-It's 33 High Street.
In a basement.
I think there should be a trap door
in the library under a rug.
Okay? Hurry. Dani, please.
-Mm.
Nice.
Hello, dear.
-Okay, Beth. You said you wanted to talk.
Let's talk.
-Why don't we have a drink first? You want one?
-Well, it looks like you've been drinking enough
for the both of us.
-To our future together.
Ah, mm, I feel better.
I feel like a new woman.
-Okay. Alright.
What's going on with you?
-Well, dear, why don't we start fresh?
I'm Elizabeth. Could I bum a smoke?
-You don't smoke.
You don't usually drink during the day.
And you don't sleep with your clients.
Who the hell are you?
-I told you.
I'm Elizabeth. And you are mister...
-Okay. What the hell? What aren't you telling me?
-Just some things that you don't want to know.
-Whoa, um... -Mm.
-Okay. You said you would do whatever it takes.
-If that's what you want.
-I don't know what you want.
What are you doing?
-No more questions.
-Yes.
Oh, that's better, that's better.
Oh, that's better. It's better.
-Hello? -Down here!
-Dani, oh, my God. Thank God you came.
-You called me?
-It happened again. Okay. This is his body.
But it's me, Dani.
It's me.
-What's going on here?
-I don't know. Maybe it's for some kind of ritual.
Look.
Dani, I know, this is crazy, okay?
But you have to believe me.
-Who did this to you? Do you need help?
-It almost died in the old man's body.
That's why Asa wanted me to destroy the brain
before the third time.
But he didn't make it.
Then it changed forever.
Oh, God. Asa.
-What's your name?
-It's me, Dani. It's Beth.
-Oh, I see.
Then where's your body?
-I was -- I was home.
I was home.
Eddie!
-Who are you calling?
-991. Emergency services.
-Yes. My husband is in danger! Send the police now!
-Hello. -Sorry to bother you again,
but we got a report of a domestic disturbance.
-Can we see your wife, Mr. Derby?
-She's a little indisposed right now.
-I'm afraid we have to insist.
-Okay.
Come on in.
The cops are here, Doc.
-Are you all right, Dr. Derby?
-Me? I'm just dandy.
Brandy?
-No, thank you, ma'am.
We received a call from emergency services
about a domestic assault.
-Who reported that?
-I'm sorry, officer. It might be one of my patients.
I think I know which one.
Crazy.
-Uh, Mr. Derby, would you mind stepping in the other room
for a few minutes?
I have a few follow up questions.
-Okay. But you can call me Edward.
-Edward.
-Please go to the house, see if Eddie's all right.
Please.
-Wait a minute.
You're that patient, aren't you?
Have you been stalking her?
-No. He's the stalker.
Okay. That -- that's what this ritual must be for.
It must be some kind of pact.
It must be a sacrifice to make a pact
with something, for the power to take over someone's body.
That's what he -- it does.
One body after another.
-All right, that's enough.
-You listen to me, you little shit.
I have the power to have you committed to Miskatonic
faster than you can say "reasonable doubt."
So you tell me
what happened to Elizabeth Derby.
-You were saying?
-Uh, ma'am. Sometimes people don't feel comfortable
speaking in front of their spouses.
-Don't call me ma'am. I sound like a headmistress.
Call me Liz, Officer Huxley.
-Dr. Derby. -Officer Huxley.
Is it customary that a detective
would answer the call for a domestic dispute?
-Well, no, but we thought this and the incident
at Waite house might be connected.
-Mm. Fascinating.
-It always comes in threes.
He said after the third time, it's forever.
I have one more chance before it's done.
-I'm calling the police.
-Schizotypal personality disorder.
Alexander Lawrence. 2013. Your patient with SPD.
When Sean found out about the affair, I covered for you.
Nobody else ever knew. All the way through the divorce.
-She never should have told you about that.
-No, no, I...
I never would have.
We stick together.
Please.
-Dr. Derby?
-Who the fuck are you?
Where's my husband?
-I'm right here, I'm right here.
Are you okay?
-Is she all right, Mr. Derby?
-It'll be okay. She just had a little too much to drink.
-It seemed more like a seizure.
-Should we call the EMTs?
-No, no, no. I'm fine. I'm fine.
My husband and I were just celebrating our reconciliation.
-Yes, we were. Yes.
-If that's it, then we're sorry for the intrusion.
If you'd like to make a complaint against that 911 call.
-No, no, no. It's all right. It's all right.
-Well, if you're sure you're okay,
then you two have a good evening.
And pardon me, but I hope
we won't be seeing you a third time.
-I'll see you guys out.
-Are you okay?
-Dandy.
-Do you remember our conversation?
-Let me guess. You're a doctor, too.
What happened to keeping it
in the fucking kitchen?
-What about calling me?
-You know, if I don't know who you are,
how the fuck would I know your phone number?
-Are you familiar with an Elizabeth Derby?
-Her I know.
Quite the sociopath.
All that's missing is the apartment full of cats.
-Did she do this to you?
-What?
This?
Oh, we were just playing.
-This was a sex game.
-Why?
Are you interested in a round?
-All this was role play?
-Whatever happened was consensual.
No means no, and...
our safe word is "ow."
Now get the fuck out of my house.
-You just tell me where she is.
-I am sure that she's home.
With Eddie.
-Are you okay?
-Me? I was worried about you.
-I'm good. I'm good.
Whew.
-You're smoking? -Oh. You have no idea...
...how happy I am not to have to sneak them anymore.
You want to go again? I'm game if you are.
-What do you mean?
-What we did before the cops game.
-What did we do?
- All right.
If you want to play games.
We can start out as strangers...
every time.
I want you to know.
I've never come like that before.
Ever.
I don't know what got into you.
But if you want...
you can cut me again.
I liked it.
What?
What's wrong?
-You've got to leave.
I want you to go to a place on Shelter Island.
-Why? -You can't be around me.
He can't know where you are.
-Who are you talking about?
-If he does it one more time, it's forever.
If I have to make you hate me, I will.
If I have to kill myself, I will.
I just -- I won't let him have you.
Just remember me.
Me.
-Doc?
Elizabeth! Elizabeth!
No!
-There were horrors in that thing that I couldn't reach.
It's ironic how much you have to lose
before you realize how much you really have.
What it would mean to have my body taken from me
and how far I would go to keep it.
-Careful, doc.
You wouldn't want to hurt yourself.
-I didn't think you'd get here so fast.
-I always know where you are now.
Besides, you're not that hard to find.
You have such a little life.
-What happened to Asa?
-Uh, here, there.
Who really knows.
If he's lucky,
he died in that old man's wretched body.
But there are worse places he could be.
Much worse.
What matters is that we're here, you and I.
-Who are you, really?
-You mean the body I was born in?
Oh, God, I...
I don't really remember.
I always assumed I was born a man.
I had a man's desire to satisfy myself.
To dominate.
Now...
Now, I'm not so sure that means I wasn't born a woman.
It's all semantics anyway.
These days, I just do it when I'm bored.
-Well, we're not just our passions.
We also connect with our minds.
-You're right.
And who doesn't love a good mind fuck?
Times have changed.
The future is female.
And so is mine.
-The minute you say the words,
the minute I feel you taking over my mind, I'll jump.
And then you can have my body as it falls to its death.
-Oh, you want to play?
I'm getting a little aroused here, doc.
Okay. How's about this?
You can live...
...if you can kill me.
I mean, really kill me.
Before I become you forever.
Then you can be with your husband.
And you can keep your little life.
Oh, no.
Or...
you can choose the sure thing.
Death.
Who are you, really?
Are you everything you thought you would become
when you were born?
-How long have you been wandering like this?
Body to body.
Years?
Generations?
Centuries?
-Time is just a shadow to me.
-Don't you get tired of the endless changing.
Don't you get weary?
-Yes.
That's what makes you so... attractive.
You're something -- you're something new.
New flesh.
-Another and another.
New gets old.
No rest.
-No rest, no.
-Let your mind float free.
-Yes. Free
-Floating free.
Free.
Ah!
Come on!
Ah!
Goodbye.
Wait.
-Chill out.
-Dr. Derby! -Drop the knife!
Drop it! -No! No! No!
No!
I wasn't out of my mind.
And I'm not now. I didn't kill Asa Waite.
I was trying to kill that thing inside him.
The thing that's coming for me.
-You truly believe that's what happened?
-Yes, and I still don't think he's really dead.
-His body couldn't have survived that trauma.
-I don't care about the body. You have to destroy the brain.
-Oh, you are a fucking mess.
Oh.
Don't want you to have to smell my pastrami breath.
Okay.
-The brain.
I'll do what I can.
- Thank you.
-Through all kinds of weather.
-All right.
First incision in the sternum.
10 centimeters below the clavicle.
There is...
considerable trauma.
- Holy shit!
-Beth!
Holy shit!
Oh! Fuck!
-Oh, my God.
You okay?
No.
Oh, my God.
-Shit!
It's not dead! It's not dead!
It's not dead!
-What the hell are you talking about, man?
-What the fuck?!
-Beth, are you okay?
Beth?
-Where am I?
-Get me out.
Get me out
of this body.
-Am I the patient here?
-What do you mean?
-Nothing.
-You don't remember what happened?
-Wait.
Right. Right.
-Okay. I'm afraid you're in serious trouble, Beth.
You've killed someone. A patient.
-Oh, my. I clearly wasn't myself.
You know me.
-I thought I did.
-It sounds like a drug reaction.
-You said you weren't on drugs.
-Well, that sounds like something
a drug addict would say.
So how are you going to cure me, doc?
Maybe a deeper examination.
-I've only seen one other schizophrenic episode like this.
-Mm. -And your patient Asa Waite.
-Oh, I love it when you talk dirty.
-He went from hysterical claims of possession
to perfect composure.
-Hm. -Exactly as you just did.
-Oh, I did, didn't I?
-What's my name? -What?
-What's my name? -Don't be ridiculous.
-What's my name?!
-Is this some kind of test?
-Yes, it is.
-Doctor! Doctor!
-What?! -It's...
You got to come now. You got to come now.
-Watch her.
-Hi, boys. -You got to come with me now.
It's over here, Dr. Upton.
Help.
I'm Elizabeth.
-Oh!
Christ!
Beth?
Code blue! Get in here! Hurry. Come on. Come on.
Let's go. Let's go.
No vitals. But she's alive.
She, doctor?
-Paddles! -400.
-Clear!
Again.
Come on!
Clear!
Beth?
Beth?
-This is all a big mistake.
You know me, right?
I'll suck your cocks if you let me out.
-Go out and help them with the body.
Who are you?
-I'm Dr. Elizabeth Derby.
And you'll have a hell of a time convincing anyone otherwise.
-Maybe.
But I can keep you here.
Isolated, drugged.
-Mm.
-Imprisoned until you die.
-Do you really want that to happen to your friend?
-Elizabeth Derby was my friend.
And she's gone because of you.
-Well, all my friends are in hell.
So yours will have good company!
Damn padded cell.
-You bitch!
Come on!
-When I'm dead, let me stay dead.
-Dr. Upton?
-You are right, Dr. Upton?
-She tried to kill me. Shoot her.
-That's not Daniella Upton. I am.
I'm Daniella Upton.
-She's insane and dangerous. Shoot.
-Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Okay, hold on. -Oh, God damn it.
-Hold on, Doctor. Wait a minute.
-What the fuck?! Give me the gun!
Get back. Get back.
-Don't do this, Dr. Derby. -Get the fuck back.
-Okay. Okay. -Get away.
-Okay. -Get away from her, Mace!
Get away! That is not Daniella Upton!
I'm Daniella Upton! -She's crazy!
-I know who I am!
-Okay. -Fucking bitch.
-I know who I am!
Stick together.
-All kinds of weather.
Sorry.
No!
-Get out of the way! Stop! Get out of the way!
-Aah!
-Dr. Upton?
Dr. Upton?
-Whoa, whoa, wait. Hold on.
Give me the gun, Dr. Derby.
-Come on.
-A lot of psychiatrists can't handle it.
The pressure of being responsible
for keeping the minds of so many other people together.
I always told Beth I thought she cared too much.
But I didn't know how bad her work-life balance had become.
That must have been very hard on you.
-I loved her so much.
It started to get better at the end there.
-I know.
And you should try to salvage the good from that.
-From the ashes?
Thank you for the coffee and your time.
I know that the two of you were like sisters.
-Which makes us family now, too. So please call me Dani.
-Okay, Dani.
-And you know you can come and see me anytime.
Eddie.
I looked into her eyes before her mind completely passed.
And I know in those last few moments,
she understood who she really was.
We were more than sisters.
We were friends.
-I'm not her. I'm me.
I'm not supposed to be in here. I'm a doctor.
Do you hear me?! I'm me! I'm me!
I'm me! This isn't my life!
I'm me! I'm me! Help me!
Help me! Help me!
I didn't kill them! Help me!
Let me out of here! Let me out of here!
I'm me!
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