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The cash roughly works out to 300,000.

Thirty-thousand to stepson Thomas.

- [Emma] Have you had the pills yet? - [Frankie] Yeah.

Your baby's dead, by the way. Frankie had an abortion.

[Bella] Bullshit, Frankie's hapu.

I had a miscarriage last night.

And who the fuck is Lydia sleeping with?

[L-Cat] Mike. He's the baby daddy.

Do you hear that? I keep hearing and seeing shit that's not there.

Sobriety can reveal repressed memories.

- Can we go out for the night? - Fuck, yes.

Whoo!

It's your relapse. How do you want to kick it off?

[Frankie gasps]

- [line ringing] - [Frankie] I need an ambulance.

- [Bella] Lydia. Lydia! - Oh, fuck.

[Bella] Get in the car, Frankie.

[Georgia yells]

[Frankie panting]

[Frankie screams]

[L-Cat] This is your fault.

[Bella] Calm down. Please, just calm down.

[screams] Why are you fucking unhinged?

[slams]

That girl is playing games.

- She's in recovery. - She's not interested in recovery.

Georgia, Mitch, Lydia, all sucked into her shit.

Oh, come on. Really?

Frankie forced Lydia to take drugs? Deserves to be stabbed in the chest?

She is fucking up treatment for the other patients.

- She's dangerous. - That's bullshit.

Emerson Dempsey died because of her.

Frankie needs to be here under our care.

If she goes to prison, she is at risk of self-harm, even suicide.

We are on the bones of our asses here, Bella.

And like it or not, we need private patient funds to stay afloat.

Hey, hey, this place has always managed

to keep its head above water without-

No, it's not just about surviving. It's about progression. Growth.

There is no money left for any more of your failing trials.

My trials are not failing.

Do you even care about the patients or just their fees?

[Ana] Do you care?

These trials help hundreds, if not thousands of people

and private patients sustain this clinic.

We can't help anyone if we have to shut down.

We're done here.

[sighs]

[door lock twists, door opens]

[Bella] Get up.

Get up, Frances.

The rules are clear.

No drugs, no alcohol, no leaving the premises.

But I am willing to hear your side of the story.

Bloody short story, eh?

Bells, Frankie doesn't care about anything, anyone

except the next fix or fuck.

Isn't that right? End of fucking story?

- It's not that black and white. - [Mike] Come on, Bells.

- Of course it is. - No, it's not.

Michael raises some exceptionally graphic points to which I can add.

In my time here, I've had the privilege

of seeing some tremendous patient progress.

But Frances has dimmed my light.

She is a deceitful user, abuser, and lying-tongued manslaughterer.

Like a pool of toxic waste

anyone invited into her waters is left poisoned.

I fucked up, okay? [gasps]

She's in the hospital because of me.

[Frankie sniffles]

I'm sorry.

I appreciate your honesty.

And I am prepared to give you one last chance.

- [Mike] Eh? - What?

But if you so much as fucking breathe the wrong way...

Prison will be the least of your worries, you understand?

Yeah.

[door opens, closes]

[tense music playing]

[E-Man] Bonnie, how are you?

- A little dusty after- - Let's not.

- Is that...? - Oh, uh... fairy porn.

[Frankie chuckles]

Are you okay?

Um... phew, uh...

It's just... this place.

You know? It's hard.

- If you need anything, I'm here. - Thanks.

Georgia used to give me a blowy at this time of night, actually.

Oh, come on, Bonnie.

Acts of service are good for your mental health.

[foreboding music playing]

[panting]

[gasping]

[Ana] You can't keep doing this.

It was real. I could feel it on my face.

And at the end of the carpet, there's a door.

Then it all just disappears.

- [Ana] Do you recognize any of it? - What?

[Ana] The door, the carpet, the hand.

What if there are answers behind that door?

Answers to fucking what?

Repressed memories are complex and sensitive

but you got to face it directly.

I did that. It made it worse.

[Ana] It's like inflammation after an injury.

Sometimes it gets worse before it heals.

If it happens again, don't run from it.

Now, we need to talk.

I didn't fucking kill Emerson Dempsey.

We need to talk about your relapse.

You are in the preparation stage of addiction recovery.

Individuals may take initial steps like seeing a therapist

though they may still relapse when faced with triggers.

I'm sorry.

I don't know what else to say.

How's it gonna affect my reference letter?

A relapse was inevitable. It's part of the process.

Other facilities might have kicked you out

but I think you're exactly where you're meant to be.

Afternoon, arty-farties.

Okay, I will be judging you on materials used and...

how relevant they are to your current reality.

- Eddie, ready? - I, uh...

Uh, basically, I wanted the work to speak to the fact that

I... I miss being with a woman.

And, um... and uh...

And?

Oh, sorry. It's just like...

I fucking miss tits.

I just, like...

like... you've... like, big, juicy kahoonas

and massive milk monsters and...

Oh, ugh, it feels like it's been so long since I've pierced the hogshead

with a lass that...

I... I honestly think my balls are turning blue.

- Quite a poet. - [everyone claps]

Yeah, how poetic. All right, Maddie.

Let's see yours.

That's me. That's my...

my girl.

Just really shows how I feel about us.

- Like we're real far apart. - I can't even get the face shite.

- It's from the meds I used to take. - You look like a fucking alien.

- [gurgles] - At least I'm not a sex fiend.

Well, at least I can get

- fucking laid. - With your blue balls?

Oh, I bet your hymen's grown back, huh?

Enough.

Your girl loves you, Maddie. Okay?

Now, it might take a while, but your upcoming whanau sessions

will be a great chance to reconnect, right?

[Bella] Yeah. Well done.

Hey, pakipaki, everyone. Come on.

[group clapping]

Frankie. You're up.

- This, um... - [Bella] Hmm.

- [E-Man yawns] - It... it symbolizes my life now.

It's small pieces of good and bad slowly coming back together again.

Ooh. Weak foundation.

Fragile trunk on the brink of collapse.

Perfect representation. Well done.

[whispers] Fragile as fuck.

Someone's pissed their fuck buddy's gone.

[Bella] Mike. Drug room needs restocking.

[Mike laughs] Those rock knockers are something else, right?

[chuckles] As if we don't know where E-Man's putting all that margarine.

- Mike? - [Mike chuckles] Yeah.

Something going on between you and Lydia?

Oh... fuck, Mike.

It's not what you think, you know?

Um... I care about Lydia.

Yeah, yeah, of course you care about her.

It's your job to care about her.

But having sex with her.

Getting her pregnant?

She's a patient.

Which makes her fragile.

- And you took advantage of that. - [Mike] No, I didn't.

Bells, you know me, Bellser. I wouldn't do that.

- And Lydia, she wants it too. - She's a patient.

Probably a sociopath. She can't be in a relationship.

It is not healthy for either of you, regardless of the legalities.

- Shit. - Yeah.

Shit.

- Fucking shit. - Sorry.

- You smoking dope again? - Yeah. I...

God.

[Mike] You gonna write a report?

[somber music playing]

[inhales deeply]

Sorry, Mike. You're done here.

[alarm blaring]

[door opens]

I'm back, bitches!

Boo! [laughs]

Go back to the little box you dragged yourself out of.

Aw-ww. What's your problem?

That Georgia finally go die-die?

Yeah, we 'bout to set it right

I been laying low with it But I'm 'bout to strike

- Did you miss me? - [grunts] No.

Not my kind of pussy.

[L-Cat] Hey.

- Who's the new crazy? - His name's Luke.

Yeah, um...

he's actually my replacement.

Nubby.

- [jacket whips] - Whoa.

Did you think I was gonna hit you?

Yeah?

Nah, that's to celebrate. Our night out.

Yeah.

Big night, like... you could have died, B.

[sing-song] Nine lives, baby!

So, baby daddy's getting the flick, huh?

[whispers] Yeah. No one's saying why.

How do you feel about it?

I don't know.

[Ra] And why do you need to go in person?

- It's a clinical review. - Huh?

We talk about her progress and her... post-rehab plan.

Okay. And what is the plan?

She'll be staying here until she gets her...

feet back on the ground.

- No. Em, she can't stay here. - Where else is she gonna stay?

[Ra] You always choose her.

Oh, don't. Don't do that.

I promised my dad I would take care of her.

[Ra] And what about us?

I don't even know what "us" is anymore.

Look, I know I fucked up, okay?

But at least give me a chance to fix it.

What is this? Are you... Is this punishment?

Look, if you want to punish me, then yell, hit me.

I don't know. Just don't fucking ignore me.

You want punishment?

How about by the time I get back, I want you out of this fucking house?

[somber music playing]

Okay. Yeah.

We need some space, some time apart to figure us out.

Okay.

[video playing on phone]

[faint clicking]

[L-Cat] Oh my God.

- [door closes] - [Frankie gasps]

[hollow echoing]

[gasping]

[ominous music playing]

[thumping]

[Ana] It's helpful to face those memories rather than fearing them.

[ominous music continues]

[L-Cat] Who's Tommy?

You just whispered, "Tommy."

What is up with you today?

Also, can you crack my back like this?

- [faint crackle] - [woman moans]

[L-Cat] Yes!

What are you doing?

Em, you said you needed space.

[Emma] What about a hotel?

Fine. You can stay on the lawn.

- But you can't be here when she is. - Well, she's not here yet.

[upbeat music playing]

- [driver] I can take that for you. - Thank you.

[car engine starts]

What is it?

I saw something.

Was it...?

Did you remember something?

I opened the door and...

my stepbrother was there.

What's he like?

Just normal, I guess.

Were you ever fearful of him?

When you were younger?

Did he ever harm you in some way?

In what way?

[gentle music playing]

Survivors of sexual assault sometimes repress those memories.

[sobbing]

I know this hurts.

But this is such a big step in your recovery.

[sobbing]

[melancholy music playing]

[L-Cat] Oi!

Oi! The fuck is up with you today, man?

- Hi. - Hey.

- How are you? - Fine.

Uh, this is L-Cat, um...

- Shit, um, Lydia, my roommate. - Hi.

Do you always dress like that?

- Should we go? - Yeah.

Frankie's progress, her goals

potential triggers, as well as her discharge

summary, and proposed treatment plan.

[sighs] You've really opened up in recent sessions.

Spoken about your father, acknowledged your addiction

and more recently, Frankie has shared some delicate memories.

Memories from her childhood.

Do you want to share what we spoke about?

You don't have to but Emma is your support person

and she's family.

Some of Frankie's behaviors may stem from the...

impaired family dynamic you both had growing up.

Excuse me?

What is happening here?

It's helpful to talk about what happened within the family.

I was told this was a practical discussion

not a therapy session.

No, just listen to her.

Something happened with Tommy.

Shut the hell up!

You have crossed the line completely. This is unbelievable.

Whatever this is, it is unacceptable.

- [high-pitched ringing] - [muffled chatter]

[ominous music playing]

[lawn mower whirring]

[distorted] Don't tell anyone.

[intense music playing]

This is insane. This is absolutely insane.

It was you.

[high-pitched ringing]

[tense closing music playing]

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