So you intend to make a sandwich.
Yes.
So, what you are saying is that to have intent,
we must also have consciousness.
Objection, Your Honor.
The question calls for a legal conclusion, not a medical one.
Overruled.
You may continue.
Consciousness provides a context,
or meaning, for our actions.
If that part of you doesn't exist, then,
basically, we are functioning much like an insect,
where you just respond instinctively
without a thought to what your actions mean.
And that part...
That part that provides meaning to action,
does that exist when we're asleep?
No. No.
So, without consciousness, how do we prove intent?
I don't believe you can.
I think she'll take it.
But she does not walk out of the hospital next week, or next month.
She goes away for a while. That's part of the deal.
She'll have to agree to that.
You think that'll work?
I can get Dr. Banks to help explain it to her.
Here's what we're prepared to live with.
State agrees to an NGRI.
We make a side agreement about how long she's institutionalized
before there's any sort of hearing on her release.
So I'm not guilty, but I'm still going away?
NGRI means Not Guilty for Reasons of Insanity.
You're not guilty of murder.
You'll be moved to the Wards Island Forensic Psychiatry Center
for a period of time.
But I can't leave.
No, not for a while.
You'll be under observation.
I'm not crazy. You know I'm not crazy.
In my opinion, you are a victim of circumstance and biology.
Isn't your opinion the one that counts?
No, I'm just one doctor.
It may help to have you examined by another psychiatrist.
We should get Dr. Siebert.
She's known me for a lot longer, and she could testify.
Dr. Siebert's records have already been submitted to the D.A.
And you weren't in her care at the time of the murder.
But if I'm just a victim of circumstance and biology...
it was the Ablixa. You told me I should stay
on the Ablixa. I would never be here if it weren't for that.
Emily, if you take this plea, as soon as a psychiatrist says you're ready,
we'll apply for your release.
What if I say no?
Then we keep going.
But they have a body, they have your prints on the murder weapon,
and they have you at the crime scene.
We can't argue that you didn't do any of that, so,
one day, it goes to the jury and maybe they acquit,
you walk out of here on your own.
Or maybe it goes the other way.
Well, what do you think?
I will tell you what I know.
An NGRI defense is only successful 1% of the time,
and they are giving you that today.
You're fucking kidding me.
Nobody here has ever had a bad result? Nobody here has had
a client react to a side effect?
Your arrogance here is breathtaking. You take no responsibility?
For her body's reaction to a medicine?
It only just came on the market!
She has come up in a number of my sessions as well.
It's become a part of the environment here.
I have clients who are afraid to take their medications.
We had the state board here. It's on the nightly news.
Look, I spoke with her lawyer and the D.A. We worked it out.
She's taking an NGRI.
She's going to hospital for observation. It's behind us.
It's all gonna go away.
Bullshit, Jon! It is splashed all over you!
It's going to follow you around forever.
And us, too, if we're standing next to you.
What does that mean? If she's not guilty, why am I?
Rational people may look at it like that,
but we don't see a great many rational people here.
You can see what I'm saying?
We shouldn't even have to ask. You should see what's happening.
But that seems hard for you!
Do you think I screwed up?
I don't know.
I noticed the Taylor woman in the waiting room.
She was very attractive.
A wounded bird. Fragile.
Would you have treated her differently if she was a man?
Gene.
That's not what happened.
Maybe it's time for you to slow down.
Your client load is down. Get some cheaper space.
Focus on what's going on with you.
Unbelievable.
I received a letter, Jon.
I haven't shared it with anyone,
but I think it will likely surface.
What kind of letter?
It's about Alison Finn.
It was during my residency.
There was a walk-in clinic at the university.
I saw her maybe three times.
She saw other people there as well,
called the suicide line every other night.
She was a paranoid schizophrenic
and a drug addict. Very sick girl.
She knew where you lived.
She stalked me.
The letter says you took her to London.
Never.
Why are they writing this?
Their daughter committed suicide
and left a very graphic note, naming me.
It never happened. Look.
It's not unusual for there to be emotional transference between
a patient and a therapist.
Had her perform oral sex in your car?
Never! It was a fantasy!
Depression can take away your energy.
It can steal away your time.
A number of years ago,
I had a patient who was having an affair.
Came in here every week like he was going to confession.
Cried, repented. Didn't stop.
Then one day, he comes in and says it's over.
He's finally got a handle on his issues, like some great epiphany.
It was about six or seven months later
his wife turns up and says he has a whole other family in another state.
He'd been lying to her.
And he was lying to me.
The kids blamed me. The wife blamed me. Even the patient blamed me.
At times, I blamed me.
The point is the cardiologist can see it coming, the heart attack,
from the tests. It's in the blood.
But who can see the lies?
Or the past, or the sadness?
You didn't tell me you wrote the article.
We were consulting on a patient, not comparing résumés.
It would have been a little self-involved
for me to mention it, don't you think?
It wasn't about me, it was about Emily.
Why didn't you tell me about the sleepwalking?
Me tell you?
She told you about them.
And you kept her on the Ablixa.
It was a decision you made, Jon.
How did you know that?
Know what?
That she had more than one episode. How would you know that?
Did she have them when she was your patient?
I know because it's in the news.
That's how I know.
Everyone knows.
Everyone knows everything, Jon.
Like that? At that speed?
No, faster than that. Oh, faster than that.
Yeah, and she was carrying the seat belt.
She was wearing the seat belt? Are you sure?
Yeah, I saw it!
One moment, you're living high on the hog, and the next moment,
you're visiting your hubby in jail, eating ramen?
Who wouldn't be depressed?
And then what happened...
Oh, God, it's just so tragic.
I've suffered from my own depression, so I understand.
I'm sorry to hear that.
"Every afternoon, around 3:00, like a poisonous fog bank rolling in
on my mind, and I'm paralyzed."
"A poisonous fog"?
That's not me. It's William Styron. Yes. William Styron.
Darkness Visible. Darkness Visible.
There are times when I feel I could have written it, but...
So is she
doing any better?
I'm keeping an eye on her.
Excuse me. Are you Julia?
Julia? Are you Julia?
Sorry to disturb you. Are you Julia? No.
Julia? Are you Julia?
No, I'm Joan. Julia.
Is there a... Are you Julia? No, I'm Susan.
Is there something else?
I wanted to speak to her friend, Julia.
Julia? I don't think we have a Julia that works here.
Really?
Hey.
Look at this.
She knew all about airbags and seat belts. Fucking commercial runs
on a loop in the lobby where she works.
Where were you? What?
You forgot me at school.
I was here. I was doing this.
Honey, go to your room. Start your homework. I'll be there in a minute.
I'm sorry.
What is all this? The Delatrex thing?
No, look, I went to her office.
There is no Julia at work who takes Ablixa.
What are you talking about?
Why did she make up Julia?
I don't know. Isn't she sick?
I thought sick people sometimes make things up.
So you're feeling better.
Yeah, much better. I've been doing a lot of, um,
running on the treadmill here to try and get in shape and stimulate serotonin.
You're not feeling like you're in a "poisonous fog"?
No.
No, not so much anymore.
That phrase really stuck with me.
How did you come by it?
I don't know, really. Um...
I guess it's just...
I guess that's how I felt back then.
You know, maybe I heard it or read it somewhere.
Back on the boat with Martin, we used to always see the fog rolling in.
I'm sure a lot of depressed people have felt that way before.
The important thing is that I think the fog is finally lifting.
And I really think I'm going to be ready to get out of here soon.
I have to go, I'm sorry. I have a meeting in the city.
Do you think maybe, uh, next time you could stay a little longer?
It's just I don't have any other visitors
and this is really all I have to look forward to.
What about your friend, Julia?
Julia?
Yes. From the ad agency.
Oh, Julia. No, I worked with Julia at the bar.
I haven't heard from her since everything happened.
I haven't heard from most people.
Are you okay?
I know what it's like to have your entire life change out from under you.
The only difference is, you didn't do anything wrong and Martin did.
So, the reason I called.
I mean, with all the attention in the paper on the Taylor case,
and with the ethics probe and such,
I wanted to tell you that, um...
We need to ask you to step off the study.
I'm sure it's all blown out of proportion,
but we can't have you on the payroll now.
I could be anonymous.
Still do the work.
I'm real sorry.
I feel horrible about this.
Maybe you can be part of another study when this is over.
All right, then.
The funny thing is, with Sadler-Benelux in the toilet,
we're up like 30%.
What?
The guys down on Wall Street are cashing in because of what happened with Ablixa.
Worked out super well for us.
You can bet on a stock to go down,
just like you can bet on it to go up.
A few days before 9/11,
there was a huge surge in the purchase of options of airline stock.
No one knows why. It's a complete mystery.
But United fell 40% after the planes crashed
and people made a lot of money.
And it isn't illegal.
Thinking something's going to happen isn't illegal.
Breaking the law to make it happen is a different story.
Jon, I know what insider trading is. I used to work in finance.
Sure, you do, but, look. See!
Hey. See what happened at Sadler-Benelux
right after Martin Taylor died.
Down. Way down.
AziLyle, on the other hand... up. Way up.
She did it. She made it happen, do you see?
Do you see? Ablixa was her idea!
But you prescribed it. You did that.
I got a job today.
Huh? They offered me full time.
I left you a message this morning.
I didn't hear. My phone was off 'cause I was at the hospital.
Hopefully with this and the consulting money we can finally get back...
No, the Delatrex thing is over. It's gone.
They fired me.
What?
When? Today.
That's why I have to make this thing with Emily work.
I'm not letting another Alison Finn happen,
so I'm fucking fighting this time!
I don't want to hear about Emily or Alison.
But this is starting to make sense now!
No, it's not making sense!
It doesn't make sense that you're sitting here doing this all day long!
The case is over.
The photographers are gone, your partners are gone,
the Delatrex thing is now gone.
You're the only one that's still here.
I just want to know what happened.
A woman you were treating killed her husband.
That's what happened.
But I already told the truth.
That's what this test will help to prove.
How does it do that?
It helps to show your true state of mind.
Sodium amytal gives us a window into someone's psyche.
It lowers inhibitions.
We make a video of the test and we show it to the judge.
It's just you know how I feel about drugs.
Emily, this is the fastest way out of here.
What does it do to me?
Initially, you'll feel light-headed.
And then you will get a sense of well-being. Calm.
After a few minutes, you'll probably get drowsy and fall asleep.
What do you do while that's happening?
I ask questions.
You answer. You say whatever you feel about what happened.
What motivated you to come and see me in the first place?
My motivation was to get over my depression
and to have a life with my husband.
Then that's what this will show.
What if I say something else?
What do you mean?
I just mean, what if I say something that makes my situation worse?
You say anything you're not happy with, I'll destroy the video.
How old are you, Emily?
Twenty-eight.
Where are we?
Wards Island Psychiatric Forensic Center.
What is the capital of New York?
Albany.
Do you know why you're here?
Because my husband is dead.
How did he die?
They said I stabbed him, but I can't remember.
Did you want him dead? Did you kill Martin on purpose?
No.
I wanted us to sail away together on the boat, all three of us.
The three of you?
Madeleine.
What happened to Madeleine?
I lost her because I was sad
and she didn't want to stay inside a sad person anymore.
He gave me so much and then they took him away.
I wanted to give him a daughter.
But you killed him.
Were you angry with him? Did you hate him?
No. I never would have hurt him. I loved everything about him.
The way he smelled,
his hands. Everything about him, I loved.
Did you do it for the money?
Like he did?
Emily.
I loved everything about him.
Emily, can you hear me?
I can't remember.
That's what she said in her statement. She doesn't remember.
She's lying.
What does her falling asleep prove?
You have to destroy this. You're torturing the poor woman.
It's saline.
I gave her saltwater.
What?
There was no drug.
So, why did she pass out?
You don't put in a performance like that on saltwater.
Call the hospital. Order a blood test.
You won't find any amytal in her system.
She's been lying this whole time.
Destroy that.
No. Call the hospital.
Order a blood test. Not a chance.
We have her. Arrest her. Dr. Banks...
I want my life back!
Destroy it before it destroys you.
She knew the safety features of the car...
You don't want to say that to me or to anyone.
Another thing. Sadler-Benelux is down. Stop talking, Dr. Banks.
Stop! It's too late! Millions of dollars were made!
No! You could have worked with us! I asked.
The verdict's in. It's too fucking late for whatever that circus is
that you just showed me.
You see, we can't just start over.
We have double jeopardy laws in this country.
Check her bank account.
We did. We always do. Nothing.
No insurance policy, no stock holdings, no inheritance from Martin.
She's not depressed.
And you didn't catch it and someone died.
And I didn't catch it and someone didn't go to jail.
We failed.
See, that's what your little stunt proves. If it proves anything,
it proves we got beat.
And that you lied to a woman
who's not guilty about what you were putting in her arm.
Now, I don't know how you feel about that,
but I would rather it stay between you and me.
You were never here.
Just come out there
and see her once. Please.
She wasn't depressed.
I actually can prove it.
Why would I examine her now?
Is that what you wanted to see me about? Shit, Jon!
I solved it finally, on my own. Just come see her.
You're stuck in some old place, Jon.
I think you need someone to help pull you out.
I can refer someone good. Are you still seeing her?
I'm consulting. I'm her expert on this case.
Well, that has to stop!
You want to make it go away, you go out to Wards Island and resign from the case.
Step off. I can't do that.
Well, then it's not going to go away.
Okay, you won't come and see her with me? No.
Can I ask you something else? What?
Some Adderall. Just a short term, 20 milligrams.
That's why you called, isn't it? I'm struggling
to hold focus here, Gene. That's what it's for, to help people focus.
You want to focus on something,
focus on never seeing her again.
D, I've been thinking about what you said.
Look, you're right. It's time to move on.
I'm heading over to Wards Island right now.
I'm not gonna see her again.
You went to see Emily.
Damn right, I did.
You could have called me first.
She called me.
She was very upset.
It was kind of a dramatic stunt to pull on a woman
who's already in a great deal of emotional pain.
I don't understand your thinking.
I'm trying to determine her state of mind
so I can chart the best course of treatment.
"Treatment"?
You gave an amytal interview to a woman
who's been declared not guilty.
I hope you learned something.
Oh, I did.
Quite a lot, actually.
I think she requires more observation.
And she'll need more medication as well.
This is Dr. Siebert on Bridge Street.
I'd like an envelope delivered to Manhattan.
Hey.
Where's the little guy?
Fuck!
I'm not going to go to the police,
or whomever one goes to in this situation.
I'm just going to go away.
What? Wait! Hey, wait!
Wait?
Wait for this to happen again?
Another Alison or Emily?
Oh, wow. See?
Okay, these prove everything.
She took these.
These were sent by a friend of the husband's.
No, that's not true.
Stay away from us.
Wait! Dierdre!
Dierdre. Dierdre, wait a minute.
No, Jon. Wait a minute. Hello, love.
You have two unheard messages.
First unheard message.
Yes, Dr. Banks? This is Jeffrey Childs
from the Office of Medical Conduct Review.
I have some questions about Alison Finn. Can you call me at...
Deleted.
This is Dr. Siebert.
I'm sure you've received my latest notes
concerning the Emily Taylor case by now.
There is, I think you'll agree,
a different course of treatment to pursue
that is in everyone's best interest.
Maybe we can meet for a coffee? Thanks.
Saved. End of new messages.
Check erased messages. Press 1-9.
You could get national coverage on this.
"Shrinks fucking patients
and manipulating them into killing their spouses."
Hot stuff.
I would say this would ruin your practice.
But wait.
You don't have a practice anymore
or a wife or a kid, I'm betting.
So what else can you lose?
Martha can certainly use those in a wrongful death suit.
State revoke your license, yet?
I always tell my patients,
"You know what the best predictor of future behavior is?"
"Past behavior."
Well, you don't have any more patients.
The only problem with having a crazy person for a partner
"is they tend to stay crazy."
You should know how difficult it is
to cure a pretty girl with daddy issues.
Nice try, Jon. I'm not buying it.
Spend the fucking money now.
Because they're coming to take it back.
What are you talking about?
You could go and ask her.
Only she asked me to keep you from seeing her.
She told me everything.
Everything? No, I'll tell you everything.
You wouldn't be here if you had nothing to lose.
She already got a "not guilty" verdict. You, on the other hand...
Fuck you! You get her out of there right now, you hear me?
You do that and you won't hear from either one of us again.
Yeah, you can go back to chatting with
rich white people about their problems.
She's cured, as of right now, Jon.
You're a fucking genius!
She's been very agitated lately.
I think it best we restrict her visitors.
And no phone calls, either, without notifying me first.
She's been resisting her medication as well.
Very confrontational with the staff.
She seems to be getting worse.
Mmm. I was afraid of that.
That's a mouth guard.
It stops her smashing her teeth, biting her tongue off.
The current lasts for about five seconds.
They'll have administered a paralytic agent,
but they put a tourniquet on the ankle, you see?
To make sure she is having a seizure.
Keep your eye on that foot.
It's actually been shown to be remarkably effective
for treating severe depression.
None of the side effects you get with pills.
No idea what it might do to a normal person.
I also wanted to give you another test.
A personality inventory. Just a series of true-or-false questions.
First saved voice message.
This is Dr. Siebert.
I'm sure you've received my latest notes
concerning the Emily Taylor case by now.
Not a very subtle tool,
but the results will be of interest to the board.
A different course of treatment to pursue
that is in everyone's best interest.
They like hard data to look at.
Wait. What is she saying?
Who?
I don't think you should be my doctor anymore.
I think you should resign my case.
Victoria's paying me way too much for that.
Out of your share, I assume.
The shock treatment was her idea. It damages the memory.
It's in our best interest that you start forgetting.
Are you ready for your treatment, Ms. Taylor?
Oh, no, I scheduled it for tomorrow.
I need to use the phone.
You can be next.
I need to call my lawyer now.
Are you going to be long?
You going to be long? I need to use the phone.
Are you going to be long? Isn't there a time limit?
I need to call someone. My shrink is fucking with me.
Can you get off now?
I'm sorry, Mrs. Taylor. You've been restricted.
By who? By Dr. Banks?
He's not my doctor anymore. He attacked me. He's sick.
Miss Taylor, you need to step back.
Get off the phone. Get off the phone!
Miss Taylor, you need to relax.
Get me Dr. Siebert! This is bullshit!
I shouldn't even be here! I'm not sick! Get me Dr. Siebert! No! No!
Relax! Relax!
No, I don't want it! I don't want it!
Yes. Dr. Siebert?
Dr. Banks.
I've been thinking about our last conversation.
Yes.
An idea occurred to me.
Mmm-hmm.
Maybe I am a genius.
Hello there! Best we don't talk inside, right?
Talk about what?
Uh, she wants to go before the judge this week.
And what is she going to say?
Well, it depends.
She could tell a long, sordid story about her former shrink.
Suggest the SEC investigate. The whole story.
That would make national coverage, wouldn't it?
And what do you get out of it? Oh, I don't know.
Peace of mind. Like I said, it depends.
No.
No, no.
This will be the last time we speak. Okay?
You get her released, and we go back to being strangers.
Unless, of course, you want to consult on other patients.
No.
The staff told me you were having a difficult time.
So, I've added medication that will help.
If I tell you the truth, do I have to take the pills?
I won't be able to tell the truth if I take any more pills.
Imagine everything you ever wanted
shows up one day and calls itself your life.
And then, just when you start to believe in it...
Gone. And suddenly, it gets
very hard to imagine a future.
That's depression, right?
So I went to see Dr. Siebert.
We talked about my childhood.
About disappointment and Mommy and Daddy.
And I told her about Martin.
And she told me that her marriage with her husband
had never been anything but a meeting of minds.
And minds start to wander after a while.
He had traded her in for a younger model, so she was
alone and lonely. It didn't take much.
I think she always liked girls,
she just never found one she liked as much as me.
She taught me how to be depressed.
What drugs had which side effects.
What symptoms went with what diagnosis.
And I taught her everything Martin
ever told me about derivatives and deals.
The trades were in her name. So I forgave Martin.
I went to visit on the weekends
and told him that I would wait for him.
What do you doctors call faking?
"Malingering"?
Such a funny word.
Girls learn to fake things at a very early age.
Probably around the same time that boys are learning to lie.
We needed everyone to see how much I wanted it to work out with us.
How much I loved my husband.
And how terribly depressed I was.
When did you decide to kill him?
It's not a decision you make just once.
You make it over and over again,
every time you look at your life
and you see the position you're in and who put you there.
And it all leads back to him.
Each and every fucking problem, every disappointment.
And you think to yourself,
"Maybe if he just goes away, it'll all get better."
Everything would have worked out perfectly
if you had just disappeared after the trial
like you were supposed to.
Why me?
Was it because of Alison Finn?
That was just a happy coincidence.
A convenient distraction.
It didn't have to be you.
It could have been you or anyone else
who walked into my room with a prescription pad.
We didn't go looking for you, we just looked at the world.
I read somewhere that there's a difference
between tears of joy and tears of rage.
Is that true?
It's in the chemistry, but you can't tell by looking
they all just look like tears.
Hello? Hello, I think I need help! I think my...
My husband's bleeding and I think he's... I think he's been stabbed
and he's dead. He's dead, I think he's dead.
I think he's dead! You need to send someone!
Please!
You never did take the Paxil, did you?
No.
Or the Zoloft.
No.
Only the Ablixa.
Didn't really do anything for me.
So, when did she start paying you?
She always knew you'd turn on her someday
like you did with Martin.
Past behavior is the best predictor of future behavior.
That's what she said about you.
And how long do you two plan on keeping me here?
Why would we ever let you leave?
Because
maybe there's a better deal.
Over the course of her confinement, I've come to the conclusion
with a reasonable degree of medical certainty
that Emily Taylor is neither mentally ill or dangerous
at this time. I believe with the proper treatment
she is not a threat to herself or others.
In my opinion, she's ready to move onto
the next phase of rehabilitation
with ongoing supervision, as outlined
in the outpatient order of conditions.
The risk of relapse back into a dangerous mental state is low.
I've submitted to the court the conditions under which I believe
the order of confinement may be rescinded.
And do you, Ms. Taylor, understand
that if you violate the terms of your release,
I will have to issue a new order of confinement?
Yes, Your Honor.
I text her like 20 times a day.
Zach, you're beginning to see a pattern, right?
Everyone leaves. It's not a pattern, it's a fact.
And how does this connect to you being adopted?
I think it started there.
And now I'm making it happen.
You know, I get scared that people will leave and then.
I, uh, end up making them leave.
Excuse me, Dr. Siebert, I think someone wants you.
Uh, I'm sorry, Zach, this is an emergency.
We're gonna have to pick this up next time.
You didn't tell Banks anything, did you?
Of course not.
How much did you have to pay him to get me out?
It doesn't matter. You're out. It's taken care of.
You didn't leave me much choice.
What did you do with the rest of the money?
Two accounts.
Mine's in Dubai, yours is in Grand Cayman.
God.
Are you sure you didn't tell him anything else?
Yes, I'm sure.
Because there are SEC violations. Conspiracy to commit murder.
I'm exposed here.
Yes, you are.
And I'm vulnerable.
Oh, God, I missed you.
You taught me to be such a sad, sad girl.
Do I look sad now?
Do you remember the first time?
Yeah.
Do you remember how wet I made you?
Oh, yeah.
Do you want to do that again?
Yeah.
What the fuck is that?
You didn't leave me much choice.
Oh, my God.
Dr. Siebert, you're under arrest.
You're being charged with conspiracy to
commit murder and securities fraud.
Within the next 10 minutes. I think she's just arrived.
Yeah, she's here.
And thank you.
Here I am. Cured at last.
You're late.
How long do I have to stay?
I'm going to put you on some medication.
What?
This is for Thorazine.
It's a tranquilizer, been around for years.
You know the people shuffling around
like zombies with vacant eyes in the prison ward?
They were on Thorazine.
So this is for Depakote.
It'll settle your mood,
but hair loss
is a side effect.
What is this?
As part of our arrangement, I'll also be sending you
to the Gramercy for urine tests
to make certain you take your meds. And I'm seeing you again
tomorrow, all right? Try not to be late.
Angry people are frequently late.
This is bullshit!
You sound angry. Have you read the court order?
You have to obey the terms of your release.
Yeah, I'm here.
Those terms mandate that if I believe you are a danger in any way
I need to send you back to hospital immediately.
If I don't, I'm in violation of the law.
I got Siebert for you. I'm a cooperating witness.
"Very noncompliant..." The deal was I testify against her
and I get out. "...With a history of violence."
This isn't out, this is fucked! "Dangerous."
I think this needs a new diagnosis.
Based on what? What did I do?
To the question,
"There are objects and creatures all around us only I can see,"
you answered, "True."
You filled that out! Schizoaffective disorder.
I think I need to send you back.
Mrs. Taylor!
Emily Taylor!
Miss Taylor, stop!
Central, we have a 330-20.
No, he's lying! He's lying!
I'm not sick, I'm not sick! I promise I'm not sick!
He's the sick one! He just wants the money!
No, I'm not sick, I promise!
Don't bring me back, I don't want to go back!
I don't want to go back!
How are you doing today, Emily?
Better.
Much better.