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[eerie music builds]

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[unintelligible radio talk]

[radio talk continues]

[car engine stops]

[birds chirping]

[knocking on door]

- Hello?

[door creaks]

[flies buzzing]

[grunts in disgust]

[flies buzzing]

[distant child coughing]

Hello?

[eerie music builds]

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Hello.

- Mommy.

Mommy.

Mommy!

- You're safe.

Come on.

- That's a girl.

- Mommy.

Mommy.

[cries]
Mommy.

- Okay, now.

[cries]
- Mommy!

- I know, baby.
I know.

[music continues]

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[birds chirping]

[pensive music]

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[bird chirps]

[bird chirps]

[door closes]

[bird chirps]

[recorder beeps]

- Good morning.

I'm Dr. Jackie Deluce.

I'll be in charge of your
therapy from here on out.

How long have you been
out of intensive care?

- Nine days.

- And how're you feeling?

Well, I know one thing,
I know you gotta be sick

of people asking you
questions, yeah?

Sick of being held
against your will, too?

You're on clozapine.

And you know
you need to take that

even if you're feeling better?

- I know.

- Are you feeling better?

- Yes.

- Are you hearing anything

or seeing anything
out of the ordinary?

Anything that
shouldn't be there.
- Nope.

- So why are you here?

You don't belong here?

It's all some big mistake,
something like that?

[softly]
- Fuck you.

- You wanna leave,
I get it.

I'm not the one
forcing you to stay.

I'm the one
who gets you out.

But in order to help you,

I need to be sure
you really are okay,

no longer a threat to yourself
or anyone else, Sybil.

May I call you Sybil?

- Just how do you
determine that exactly?

What sort of calculations
do you run

to see whether I can
get out of here or not, hmm?

What the fuck could you
possibly know about me?

- I know you lost your baby.

You wanna talk about that?

- I didn't lose my baby.

My baby was taken.

- Why don't you come
tell me about it?

- [Sybil] I was eight months
pregnant.

They drugged me.

Took me to a room underground,
an operating room.

Cut me open.

And when I woke up...

he wasn't in me anymore.

- How long had you been off
your medications?

- Two weeks, about that.
Don't do that.

- I'm just eliminating
variables.

One of those variables
is your medical history--
- Medical history

of difficulty distinguishing
between what is real

and what is imaginary.

- Yes.

- I was pregnant.

I had to stop.

- Did you get pregnant before
or after your mother died?

- After.

Katherine died
about a year ago.

She was killed in her car.

- She was killed?

[bird chirps]

When did Katherine adopt you?

- When I was 16.

It's all in the file,
I'm sure.

- Well, I've read your file,

I'd like to hear you
tell your own story.

- Okay.

[coughs]
Um...

Katherine was a case manager

for the Department of Health
and Human Services.

Her office got a call,
anonymous tip,

from this woman who said
her baby was in danger.

I guess I wasn't on top
of the stack but, uh,

eventually Katherine
was sent out to investigate.

I had been alone
for three days, dehydrated,

severe rash.

There were no birth records.

That's all I know.

Early childhood trauma.
You should jot that down.

She eventually adopted me.

Katherine was always
trying to protect me.

She and Dr Morales.

- [Dr. Deluce] Dr. Morales?

- What are you drawing?

- Bad people.

- Bad people?

- Don't want bad men
to get me.

- Did you know that
there's a special place?

A place that's just for you

that no bad people
can get you.

A place where nobody
can get in or out

unless you say so.

You get to decide
where that place is.

Do you wanna go find
that place right now?

[light piano music]

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Is this your safe place?

- [Sybil] He was always
trying to protect me.

- From the people
who took your baby?

Same people that
killed Katherine?

- You're not listening.

- I'm listening.

- You're dismissing.

You're asking questions based
on a preconceived analysis.

- Two events.

Your pregnancy
and your mother's death

both happening
at the same time.

That's relevant.

- I don't need
another therapist.

- What'd you need?

- I need to leave.

- You think I can just tell the
administration to let you out.

That's not how this works.

Someone has to
present your case.

[inhales]
That person is me.

- I got pregnant the night
of my mother's funeral.

- Excuse me, Miss Warren?

Very sorry,

we need to collect
the service now.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

[faint organ music]

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[door opening]

- I think I missed it.

The service,
it looks like I missed it.

My flight was delayed,
I wanted to make it.

- Uh, yeah, it ended
a few minutes ago.

- I'm s-- I'm sorry,
I'm-- I'm David Holyfield.

- Sybil Warren.

- I know,
it's good to meet you.

My family funded
Katherine Warren's

non-profit for years, so...

I, um...

I really wanted to be here today
but I thought I'd...

thought I'd take a second
and introduce myself.

- Uh, well, um,
thank you for that.
- Yeah.

- I know it meant
a lot to her.

Everyone's at the reception.

- Oh, okay.

Are you gonna go?

[nervous chuckle]
- I'm sorry.
It's been a hell of a day.

- I can only imagine.

- I don't like crowds
so I'm just...

- Um...

[laughs]
Do you want to get a coffee
or something?

[laughs]
- No...

- I'm sorry I don't mean
to make this weird but I, uh...

- That'd be nice.

I could use the company.

- Okay, great.

- [Sybil] I felt drawn to him.

- You were grieving.

- Yes, but I wasn't
feeling grief.

- [Dr. Deluce] What were
you feeling?

- [Sybil] True isolation.

[light piano music]

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I needed to be touched.

I needed to feel the skin
of another human being

pressed against mine.

I needed to feel their warmth.

His heat, his heart
beating against mine.

[dramatic music builds]

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[door opens/closes]

- [Dr. Deluce] You thought
he'd abandoned you.

But he came back.

- [Sybil] Yeah.

Young grieving woman,
no family, no friends,

compensates for a lack
of a sense of belonging

by fucking some stranger.

You should write that down.

- Or maybe he
brought you to life?

You fell in love.

- He was the first time
I remember not feeling alone.

Like...

we belonged together.

Even then he was,

I guess, the idea of
the possibility of family.

A real family.

- [Dr. Deluce] What did his
family think of you?

- [Sybil] They didn't know
about me, not yet.

- [Dr. Deluce] How about
his friends?

- [Sybil] He didn't have
any friends.

I mean, I didn't either.

We were just two loners,

we didn't need anybody else,
we had each other.

It was just the two of us.

I'm pregnant.

- You're pregnant?

- [Sybil] He made me feel
like I was at the center

of the universe.

I remember the day
he proposed to me.

It was like a dream.

Like time stopped.

- I didn't expect this.

- I never expected
to fall in love either.

What?

- Nothing.
Just...

- [Sybil] I didn't want my baby
to end up like me.

- Schizophrenia has a strong
hereditary component--

- You have a one
in ten chance.

- What did you tell him?

- All of it.

I told him my real secret.

- Your secret?

- The voices,
the visions.

They're real, you know.

Suddenly awake and asleep
at the same time.

Like a nightmare and I
can hear their thoughts.

I have flashes
of what they want,

what they need.

And what they're scared of.

- Is it like you see
their aura

or their mood
or is it like empathy?

- It's physical.

It's very real.

- Okay.

Have you ever talked
to anybody about--
- I've seen multiply doctors.

Starting at the age of three,
I've been...

called bipolar,
schizophrenic, delusional.

I've been prescribed a dozen
different medications

and 50 different cocktails.

Some of them work
better than others.

Some of them drowned it out.

I can hear people's thoughts.

- What about me?

Can you hear what
I'm thinking right now?

Can you hear my thoughts?

- No, I can't hear
your thoughts.

Um...

It's part of why I like you.

- Try.
Read my mind.

- I can't.

Just every now and then,
it doesn't happen very often,

but it's like
they're blocked or...

foggy somehow.

[chuckles]
It's-- It's rare.

Everyone else, it's like
a pool filled with red water.

And I just fall in.

- Can you show me?

[whimsical music]

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- Ten o'clock, the girl
in the purple coat.

See if you can hear her.

[faint echoes]

- Pregnant.

She just found out
she's pregnant.

- Excuse me,

I'm conducting
a research study

on women right
around your age.

Sorry to intrude.

Any chance that you...
may be pregnant?

- I can't help you.

- I'm sorry.

[sighs]
I don't know.

I mean, maybe you have
good intuition

but are you reading
her mind?

I don't know.
- She's also going
to meet her fiancé

but she wants
to get drunk first

because she feels guilty
for sleeping with her boss

and doesn't know
whose kid it is.

Why don't you ask her
about that?

- [Dr. Deluce] And this ability
is related to your blood.

Very rare blood type.
Correct?

- Look, I know that you're
not inclined to believe me

and I understand that a history
of mental health issues

is relevant.

The fact that
I was diagnosed

with schizophrenia
in the past

does not negate the fact

that my baby was taken
ten days ago.

- Sybil,
where are we right now?

Look around.

I need you to consider
the possibility

that there are
other explanations

for the voices you hear
and the images you see.

- Of course, I mean,

one explanation is that I'm
completely fucking insane.

- Can you hear
my thoughts right now?

- Take me off the meds.

- David was supportive, right?
He believed you.

- Yeah, I thought so.

But something was wrong.

It was the baby
talking to me.

I mean, I don't know how
but that's what it was.

I could hear it
and see what it saw.

Not just a feeling
but literally hear and see it.

We were connected.

- What do you think
it wanted?

- To warn me.

[ghostly echoes]

- [Dr. Deluce] Tell me
about the trip.

Tell me about the incident.

[whimsical music]

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- [Sybil] He tried to keep
me from his family.

He wouldn't talk about them,
always changing the subject.

I'd say we should call them
and he refused.

[cellphone vibrating]
I remember the day
I answered his phone.

- [Dr. Deluce] You talked
to his parents?

- Hello?

[Sybil] They'd never
left the country.

He'd been lying.

[over telephone]
- Is this Sybil?

- Yes, it is.

- [Dr. Deluce] How did
you respond?

- [Sybil] I was upset.

[unintelligible arguing]

And demanded
that he introduce me,

that we were gonna have
a child, their grandchild.

[unintelligible arguing]

After our argument
David apologized.

Said that he just wanted
to keep me to himself

as long as possible.

That he was afraid of
what I would think of him

after I saw
where he came from,

his family.

Should have been
a red flag.

But you let things
like that slide

when you're afraid of losing
something you love.

I insisted
that he introduce me.

Tell me he'd drive to his
parents' house together.

[whimsical music]

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We were gonna tell them
that we were getting married.

And, like it or not,
for the first time in my life

I was gonna have a family.

[seat belts click]

- Hello.

Hi.

- This is, uh,
this is Sybil.

[laughs]

- Nice to meet you.
- How are you, dear?

- Good.

- Hello, Father.

- Sybil, my dear.
[chuckles]

[Rose Holyfield laughs]

You have made my son
a new man.

And I can see why.
- [Rose] Yes.

- You have a rare and
beautiful light in your eye.

- Oh, just gorgeous.
- Just beautiful.

And this.

Oh.

- Oh, I'm sorry.
It's okay.

It's just active today.

[Rose Holyfield laughs]

- You have made us
so very happy, my child.

So very, very happy.
- [Rose Holyfield laughs]

- But I'm rambling.

Let's get this
poor girl inside.

- [Rose] How was the drive?

- [Sybil] Oh, it was lovely...

[whimsical music]

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[speaking indistinctly]

[family chattering
indistinctly]

- The Creek Indians,
before the...

I'm getting my Indians
mixed up here.

The Creek are before
the Cherokees moved in.

They wanted to hunt here
to take it over.
- I'm sorry.

- No, it's fine.

- The fighting was brutal.

The rivers were said
to have, literally, run red.

To this day they call
it Slaughter Gap

and Blood Mountain
overlooks it.

Our family were some of
the early English settlers.

Always vying for position with
the Spanish and then the French

but we kept our ground
and then we found gold.

- Gold?

- The mines are still here
right underneath us.

- But, uh, what about
the Cherokee?

- Well, they didn't
do so well.

- Oh, the Trail of Tears,
I guess.

- And that's enough of
the history lesson today.

Sybil, please, tell me
about your pregnancy.

How are you feeling?

- Hot.
Some morning sickness,

fainting spells
but nothing really--
- Wait.

Fainting spells?

- I mean, I guess
you could call them that.

Blackouts, really,
but nothing serious.

I just...

need to pace myself
sometimes.

Whoo.
- Are you okay?

- Hmm, yeah, it's just
really moving around.

Restless, I think.

- She is special.

You can tell.

- I'm really not.

- You have a gift,
my dear.

[David sighs]

- I told them.

- Not sure that I understand--
- I told them about you.

I told them about...
about...

about you.

- What did you tell them
about me, David?

- I asked you
to be delicate.

[David and Rose arguing]
- I was delicate.

- It's the only thing I said

but you're making her
uncomfortable.

- No, I'm not.

- Nothing to be ashamed of.
- Father, please,

I don't want you to...

- You don't want to what,
David?!

Then why did you
come here at all, hmm?

- It's okay.

- No, Sybil.
- It's okay.

I'm glad that you told them.
- You don't understand.

- Really, it's fine.

This is...

This is awkward.

I'm glad you told them,
David.

Because we're gonna
be a family
- Mm-hmm.

- and I don't want
any secrets.

And I also don't want you
to think that I'm crazy

or be frightened by me.

- [Rose Holyfield laughs]
- Us? Frightened by you?

- [Rose] Of course not.

- But, may I ask,
are you sure?

- Oh, God. Please.
- Are you sure it's real?

- Yes, I'm sure.

- Wonderful.
- Just incredible.

- And can you...

Can you see what
we're all thinking now?
- Stop.

You don't have to answer
this question.

- Are you hearing
something right now?

- Don't make her
feel uncomfortable.

No.

- No, actually.

You know...

I can't read David either.

That...

Sometimes I wonder if it's
connected to a person's

chemical make-up somehow,
like, maybe their genes.

I mean,
I know how to use it.

And I know it works
but that is not to say

that I completely understand
exactly how it works.

- Well, I think it's
fascinating, dear.

And you needn't be
ashamed of it,

at least not with us.

It makes you, you.

- Your parents are great.

[all laugh]

David was so nervous
to take me here.

I have no idea why.

[Rose and William laughing]
- Oh, goodness. Me either.

- I can't believe that
you guys are-- are,

are so wonderful.

It's amazing.

- [Rose] We're just glad
you're here.

- You have to wonder if more
people were able to see

what you see,

it would make the thing
so much easier to understand.

Stronger communications.
Deeper ties.

It would change everything.

- [Rose] What about the dangers
of such a power.

- I don't want to do this.
- Let's not make a scene,
David.

- I don't wanna do this.

I mean it,
I don't wanna do this.

- It was a mistake.
- David, just relax,
it's no big deal.

We made a mistake coming here.
I made a mistake...

- Darling, what are
you talking about?

- We are so fortunate...
- Just have a glass of wine.

[indistinct conversation]

Calm down.

[distorted voices]

- ...Your ability, Sybil.

[indistinct conversation]

- Sybil?

What's wrong?

- Somethings wrong.
- What have you done to her?

Sybil?

[intense music]

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[mouthing words]

[eerie music builds]

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[unintelligible speaking]

[light piano music]

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- [Sybil] Married?

- [Dr. Deluce] Divorced.

- [Sybil] I'm sorry.

- [Dr. Deluce] Me too.

- [Sybil Do you remember
your first kiss?

- Yes, actually.

- And what do you remember?

The sound of their voice?
The light?

Their breath?

- Yes, most of that,
I suppose.

It's a strong memory.

If that's what
you're getting at.

It was raining.

I remember the rain
tickling my face.

- Do you have kids?

What's it like?

- What's that?

- Holding your baby
for the first time.

- I think we should
stick with your therapy.

- What's it like?

- It's indescribable.

- What do you remember?

- He smelled sweet.

Like cookie dough.

- It's always the smells.

Smells are our
strongest memories,

don't you think?

You're lucky.

To have such a memory.

It's not real.

- I'm sorry?

- Your brain
recreates that moment.

Every time you remember it.

You mind, literally, rebuilds
it all over again every time.

Did you know that?

- I did know that, yes.

- So, every time you
remember your first kiss

or the first time that you
held your baby it changes.

It's like a painter
repainting the same scene

over and over again
every time from scratch.

- Okay, sure.

- So, your first kiss
isn't really your first kiss.

It's something else.

It's your brain
rebuilding it.

Every time just
a little less accurate.

Maybe it was raining.

Maybe it wasn't.

Maybe your baby did
smell like cookie dough.

Maybe it didn't even exist.

If you think about it too much,
you'll stop trusting yourself.

You won't believe any
of your memories anymore.

Nothing.

But what I am telling you.

It's the truth.

[thunder rumbling]

It happened.

- I have no doubt that
you have experienced

real trauma, Sybil.

Nothing is clearer to me
but what I am suggesting

is that perhaps we need
to find some scenario--
- Don't patronize me.

I'm telling the truth!

- I think maybe we
should stop for today.

- No.

I want you to hear it.

All of it and then I want you
to look me in the eyes

and tell me
that you think I am lying!

[dramatic music]

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[indistinct murmuring]

[eerie music whirring]

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[indistinct conversation]

[eerie music pulsing]

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Where's my baby?

[light switch clicks]

[door lock clicking]

[sobbing]

[eerie music building]

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[grunts in effort]

[gasps in pain]

[grunting in effort]

[metal pan clangs]

[dramatic music pulsing]

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[grunts in effort]

[tile clinking]

[dramatic music builds]

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[distant bang]

[footsteps approaching]

[door locks clicking]

[thud]
- Ah!

[Sybil grunts in effort]

[thud]
Ah!

[gasping]

[Sybil whimpering]

[heartbeat pounding]

[ghostly echoes]

[eerie music builds]

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[Sybil sobbing]

[footsteps on wet ground]

[thud]
[grunts in pain]

[whimpering]

- [Sybil] I crouched
in the darkness.

Hid in the shadows.

Waited for a chance
to escape.

[water whooshing]

- What do you see?

- She must have
squeezed through.

- That's impossible.

[chains rattling]

[birds chirping]

[whimpering]
[grunting]

[river water running]

[distant dog barking]

[distant footsteps]

[dramatic music]

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[echoed]
- Stop.

[echoed]
Help me.

[bird chirps]

- Let's talk about
the hospital.

What happened
when you woke up.

- Well, you know,
I had to get out of there.

My baby was still alive.

He was far away, but...

he's trying to reach me.

- How'd you know that?

[heartbeat pounding]

- [Sybil] I could feel him.

- [Dr. Deluce] What happened
next?

[echoed]
- Wake up.

[indistinct echoes]

[echoed]
Find me.

[echoed]
Help me.

[grunts in effort]

- You need to stay in bed.

- It's alright. Go!
- Take it easy.

- [Sybil] No, no,
I have to go.

- Ma'am, it's okay.

- [Sybil] No, I have to go.

- Ma'am, I'm telling you,
you can't go anywhere

unless me or another
nurse is with you.

You need to stay in bed
and get some rest.

- What's going on here?

- She got out of her bed

and tore the IVs
out of her arm.

- Well, if she wants to leave,
you gotta let her leave.

Excuse me.

- Who are you?
- I'm her physician.

- And what exactly--

- Has it been seven hours
between rotations?

Is that some kind
of a joke?

- I was on my way
down the hall.

- Who prescribed
the magnesium sulphate?

- Dr. Bleacher. I--

- Are you trying to kill
this patient,

is that what's
going on here?

Because I look
at these dosages

and all I can think
to myself

is that you're trying
to kill her, Nurse...?

- Hudson.
- Okay.

This woman is coming with me,
alright?

- I'm the floor manager.
What's going on?

- Oh, good.
I am this woman's physician

and she is leaving with me.

- No, sir, I'm so sorry,
that is not possible.

- I'm not gonna let her
spend one more second

under this inept care,
okay?

I will file the paperwork
on my way out to transfer.

- I need proof
that you're a doctor.

- Am I your physician?
- Yes.

- Do you want me
to take you

out of this hospital
immediately?

- Yes.
Yes, I do.

Yes.

- That is patient consent.

Now this woman has a history
of schizophrenia
- That being said...

and you have had her done up
in here for eight hours!

- Security!
- Keep going.
Go, go, go.

- Security!

- It's this way.
Come on.

- Where are we going?
We need to go to the police.

- We're not going
to the police.

There's something
that you need to hear.

There is a corollary
between your blood type

and your abilities.

You weren't the only one.

Right now, I believe,

that there is
a group of people

and they have an enormous
amount of resources

and they are very,

very interested
in your blood type

and the abilities
that it carries.

And they are willing to kill
and kidnap to get it.

Alright, now,
Katherine Warren knew this,

Okay?

I showed her the evidence,
alright?

That's why she moved you
around from place to place.

She was protecting you.

You must have
picked up on this.

Her death
was not an accident.

They got to her.

Just like they got to you

and they're gonna keep
coming until it's done.

Several months ago,
when you started seeing David,

I dug into his background.

Searched the public records
for David Holyfield

and his family

and I didn't find anything,
Sybil.

How is that possible?

Unless his identity is false.

A week later they asked me
to resign at the hospital.

And when I said no,
they simply fired me

and the medical board
revoked my license.

I don't think
that's a coincidence.

Look,

none of this changes
the facts, alright?

You have to run.

- They have my son.

- You have to hide.

You have to go as far from
here as you possibly can.
- I'm not gonna run!

- Okay. Okay.

You're right.
Alright?

We'll get your baby back.

But not now,
not like this.

You need time to heal,
alright?

You need to come up
with a strategy.

Come up with a plan,
get off the grid.

You know,
get off their radar.

Give yourself time to collect
your strength, your wits.

- Where?

- What happened next?

- You know what.

He put me in this psych ward,
that's what.

At the time I thought
he was betraying me.

That maybe he was even
one of them, but now...

I know that he was just
trying to protect me.

To get me somewhere safe.

Off the grid.

He knew I needed to calm
down make rational plans.

- So, you're off
the grid now then?

- Not for long.

- When you tried to make
contact with Dr Morales

when you called him
from the hospital,

what happened?

- I called his cell phone,
not a working number.

Called his house.

Someone else answered.

Said I had
the wrong number.

But I know what happened.

Okay, now I need
to know something.

- What?

- Are you gonna help me?

Or are you gonna
keep me in this cage?

- What would you do
if you were in my position?

- I would help.
- Well, actually, it's my job.

But I'm not
gonna bullshit you,

most psychoanalysts
in my position

wouldn't spend more than
ten minutes on your case.

Highly intelligent female.

Extreme early
childhood trauma.

Extensive history
of mental illness,

psychotic delusions.

Lost her mother and then
her baby in the same year.

Committed by her own
doctor because she claims,

that her baby was taken
by an invisible cult

because of her
ancient bloodline

or her superhuman
ability to read minds.

[bird chirps]

Did you know that most patients
suffering from schizophrenia

were born in the winter?

Do you know that?

When I learned that
I couldn't make sense of it

but turns out that there is
a reasonable correlation.

See that's when most
in utero infections occur,

which then increases the
chance of disease in infants.

We get sick in the winter more
than any other time of year

and the same happens
for pregnant women

and then their babies
have problems later on in life.

Nothing the babies did
wrong or right,

for that matter.

Their mothers were just
pregnant during the winter.

Plain and simple.

My point is, Sybil,
this is not something

that you chose
or you caused.

Genetics and environment
conspired against you

the same way they conspired
against 17 million

other people on this planet
with your condition.

- My condition?

- You did not make
yourself sick.

But with focus,
medication, planning,

a strategy,

you can make yourself well,

function in a normal capacity.

- Make myself well.

- And that starts today

if you want it.

- If I want it.

- Yeah.

- Gotcha.

You're not gonna believe me
no matter what I say.

The only way out of here
is if I lie

and tell you I'm nuts,
made the whole thing up

to handle the trauma
and guilt of a stillborn.

Okay, you win.

I'm nothing.
I'm nobody.

How could I even deserve
to have a child

and be a mother,
have a family,

to be normal?

Of course I don't.

Of course, I made the whole
thing up to process it,

to bury it.

Yeah, something like that,
would that do it for you people?

- First of all, Sybil, what
happened was not your fault.

And second, right now,
it's just you and me.

Sybil, look at me.

I am not they,
I'm not abstract,

I'm just me.

And I don't want you to lie.

I want you
to find the truth.

And I know you're scared
but it is okay to be scared.

I understand

'cos I lost my baby, too.

- I know.

- And I know you want
to hide behind this.

- This is different.

I know you don't believe me
but this really happened.

It's real.
- Yes.

You had a caesarean.

The procedure was done
at St John's Hospital.

I have the medical records.

- From where?

- Dr. Morales
had them released

the night
you were discharged.

- Those are not real.

I was never discharged.

He fabricated them.
He falsified signatures.

- Why, Sybil?

Why would he do that?
- To protect me!

What do the records say?

- According to the records...

- Say it.

- Sybil, your baby died.

Right after childbirth.

[bird flutters/chirps]

- But I could see it.

I could see the room where
they were keeping him.

I could see it.

- [Dr. Deluce] And where
would that be?

Sybil, you want to believe
that your baby is still alive

but the truth.

What frightens you more

than the horrifying
events of your story

is the idea that they
never even happened.

That the Holyfield family is
just a construct in your mind.
- No, no.

- That David never
came back that morning.

Sybil, we checked.

David Holyfield
does not exist.

[sobbing]
- No!

- [Dr. Deluce] Someone went home
with you that night.

And you had intercourse
and you got pregnant

but you never saw
the man again, Sybil.

I even Google Mapped it.

There is no structure
the size of the house

you're describing
in that area.

It's all national forest.

That's what our mind
does to protect us.

It creates these fantasies,
these delusions

and they're wrapped
one inside the other.

Everything you have told me,

the man and the road
and the ancient house

and the labyrinth
and the all-seeing eye.

The mother and child,
the chosen one.

Sybil, they are fragments.

They are building blocks
of our collective unconscious.

These things belong
to all of us

but the details
that you gave me,

that is your creation
to help you

because that is how
the mind works.

That's its job,
that's how it processes trauma.

And it doesn't mean to hurt us,
it's trying to help.

And it does, sometimes,
it does for a while,

it gets us through it,
it helps us deal

but there comes a time
when you have got to wake up.

You have got to face the truth
and it doesn't happen overnight

but I am here.

I am here,
I will help you through,

I will help you to face it

but, Sybil, I have got to know
that you're here with me.

Are you here with me,
Sybil?

- I'm scared.

- Sybil, do not confuse
fear with sickness.

I know you're scared,
it's okay to be scared.

Everybody is scared.
You just need time.

[cries]
- [Sybil] My baby.

My baby.

[whispered]
- It's okay.

[whispered]
It's okay.

[whispered]
I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

[bird chirps]

[Dr. Deluce] The patient
is alert,

oriented and responsive.

She's able to differentiate
her perceptual disturbances

from reality

and is no longer reacting
to internal stimuli.

And has demonstrated
a willingness

to follow the specific
guidelines

of continued medication
and therapy.

- [man 1] So, she's not
dangerous?

- [Dr. Deluce] No.

- [man 2] Miss Warren, do you
understand the guidelines

and your obligations
once you're released?

- Yes,

I know what
needs to be done.

[music box plays lullaby]
¶¶

[baby cooing]

[train horn sounding]

[dramatic music builds]

¶¶

[grunts in effort]

[gun magazine clicks]

- Now,

try not to lock
your elbows.

[man talks indistinctly]

[military men yelling]

[man talks indistinctly]

[automatic gun fire]

[man talks indistinctly]

[gun shots]

[distant car engine starting]

[light piano music]

¶¶

[alarm beeping]

[piano music continues]

¶¶

[tense music]

¶¶

[train passing]
[train tracks clanking]

[distant car engine starting]

[car engine starting]

[dramatic music]

¶¶

[dramatic electronic music]

¶¶

[gun clicking]

[car engine starting]
- Okay, back in business.

Every single time
I stop at a gas station

I ask myself
the same question.

How could an entire
modern civilization

be built on a finite
flammable liquid

that relatively few
people control

and that's in short supply?

My father used to say that,
he used to say,

"If you can tap something
at its source

and manage the supply,
anything is possible."

That was him on the phone,
you know.

They couldn't be more
excited to see you,

they really couldn't.

It's gonna be good.
It's gonna be great.

It's good.

You okay?

Hello?

Why the silent treatment?
What's going on?

Hey.

Are you still worried
that my father's gonna--

[groans in pain]

What?

- Keep your eyes
on the road.

[David breathing heavily]

- Where's Kait--
where's Kaitlin,

what have you
done with her?

- She's fine,
she can thank me later.

Now just drive
the fucking car.

- What do you think
you're gonna do here?

What--
[groans in pain]

[car tires squealing]

- Just drive.

[David breathing heavily]

Take me to the house.

[car engine racing]

[car tires squealing]

[car engine racing]
[grunts]

Break again...

and I break your neck.

Where's the house?

- Sybil, you don't
just go to the house.

[gun hammer clicks]

No.

[gun shot]
[screaming in pain]

[car tires squealing]

- Keep steady
on the accelerator.

[breathing heavily]
- Just tell me what you want.

- How far?
- How far to what?

- The exit.
How far to the turn off?

- 15 minutes.

- And they're expecting you?
- Yes.

- They'll be there?

- Yes.

- And you were gonna do to her
what you did to me?

- Yes.

- They still have my baby.

You know,
it's incredible, really,

I loved you more than
I thought was possible.

- I loved you too, Sybil.

You were my first,
my first one.

I couldn't do it,

I wouldn't do it

and I would never
have done it.

But they threatened
to kill you

and me.

I'm not one of them.

I'm the same as you.

The same blood type,

not as gifted
but I'm the same.

And they took me like you,

they took me
when I was a chil--

[sobbing]
when I was a child.

That's why they paired us
so our baby would be pure.

But I'm not one of them,
I'm the same as you.

I'm not their son.

I'm property,
I'm a slave.

- You had a choice.

- I didn't have a choice.

You don't have a choice.

[David crying]

[car door closes]

[car engine starting]

[crying continues]

[intense music]

¶¶

[car engine stops]

[tense music]

¶¶

- What's this all about?

[eerie sounds whirring]

[grunts in pain]

- It's her!

We need to get inside.

Now.

[slow footsteps]

[gun shots]

- Gun!

[groans in pain]

[gun clicking]

[man breathing heavily]

You have no idea
who you're up against.

[panting]

This is such a waste
of your ability.

It's pathetic!

If only you understood
but you can't possibly.

[grunting in pain]

Your blood is special.

But you're not.

You're livestock,
nothing more.

A beast for breeding.

[gun shot]
[thud]

[dramatic music builds]

¶¶

[labored breathing]

[eerie hissing]

[eerie whirring sound]

[echoes]
- [David] Sybil?

[labored footsteps]

Sybil?

[labored footsteps]

- Where'd you go?

[echoed]
You can't hide anymore.

So, I'm gonna
give you a choice.

[Sybil shivering]

[echoed]
- There's nowhere
you can hide.

[echoed]
- Did you know
there is a place

where no bad people
can hurt you?

A place that only
you know about.

[echoed]
A special place
that is only yours.

[dramatic music]

¶¶

[echoed]
Nobody can get in or out

unless you say so.

[door slams shut]

[scared breathing]

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

[gasping]

[gun clicks]

No.
No, no, no, no!

Help me!
Help me!

Somebody, help me!

[labored breathing]

- That's our child, Sybil.

He's ours.

Sybil, please,
listen to me,

this isn't how this works.

There's no leaving,
there's no escaping.

You don't just leave.

They'll bring you back,

no matter how
long it takes.

Please, Sybil,
listen to me.

For us.

- He's not our child.

He's mine.

[gun clicks]

[baby cooing]

[David breathes heavily]

[whimsical music]

¶¶

[birds chirping]

[dramatic piano music]

¶¶