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The future was anything but certain.
These were the times that tested the courage
of our convictions and the strength of our union.
One year ago, I took office amid two wars,
and the economy rocked by a severe recession.
The financial system on the verge of collapse
and a government deeply in debt.
Experts from across the political spectrum warned
that if we did not act...
♪ Angel, angel, come to me ♪
♪ Angel, angel, set me free ♪
Hey, kiddo.
♪ I need you and you need me ♪
I want you to know that I've spoken with him
and he's never gonna do that to you again.
You don't believe me.
Do you believe that God writes a story
for every soul that's ever born?
I've never looked at it that way.
Is that what you believe?
I think God does.
And how do you think your story ends?
Like all good stories.
With justice.
Justice.
But doesn't that assume
that everyone has done something wrong?
Something that they should pay for?
Everybody's guilty of something, Doctor.
Okay.
What the fuck?
Oh God!
Dear diary, is it my fault that I was born
into the age of Instagramification?
Oh yeah, that is hot. More of that please.
The age where our normal consists
of projecting the most mundane moments
of our day out to anyone,
who for whatever reason they have wants to see them.
Wants to keep up with our lives
through the screen on their phone.
My awesome brunch, the cool places I get to go,
the fancy people I get to party with,
and it terrifies me.
Give me the pouty lip thing that you do.
Yeah, yeah, that's it, that's it.
- Which is why... - Yeah, that's it right there.
...without you I would be lost,
without my unplugged sanctuary from this world
that is wired for insanity, I would lose my mind.
What's your comfort level showing' some skin?
What I can tell you is not for anyone.
Not my 117,000 followers, or 2,341 friends.
Not creepy photographers.
No, this is only
for us.
Okay.
Oh, I think you got it.
Seriously, if you're ever interested in doing
- some more artistic work sometime... - Mm-hmm.
The rate is much higher.
And what is your idea of more artistic work?
Series of black and whites that capture the true essence of the female form.
It's very classy.
What?
Look, it's not like it's porn or anything.
Yeah.
Not interested.
- I'll post these next week. - Great.
Hey, if there are any standouts from this one
I'll make some prints.
And if I do, I'll give you one.
Sounds good.
Yeah, definitely.
Definitely, definitely, definitely.
Dude, let me call you back, lemme call you back.
You never called.
Nice try, 'kay?
The other night?
Whiskey Go-Go?
You've got me confused with someone else, okay?
You asked me for my number.
Are you one of those girls who takes a guy's number
and never calls him 'cause that's really messed up.
You don't remember me, do you?
How wasted were you?
What's up, crazy?
Yeah, we really don't need to talk.
Axel shit on the bed again.
Oh, good boy!
Oh hi! Who wants to go for a walk?
I think Axel wants to go for a walk, okay, go get your leash!
Go get your leash, yay, good boy!
Can you just shut up and get out of here already?
Ugh, everything will be out on Thursday,
I'd appreciate it if you weren't here.
I mean if that isn't too much to ask now, is it?
You know, I really don't get you.
That's funny, because I get you completely.
So what, everything you said was bullshit?
And what specifically are you referring to?
Don't you fuckin' play your mind games with me.
Stand down.
You're both sick, you and that mentally challenged dog.
I'm glad to be done with the both of you.
So how was your shoot?
Oh, another rooftop.
You are so the rooftop girl.
Oh yes, darling, it is so glamorous to live my life.
I'd kill to have your life.
Pft, how sweet of you to say.
- So, who shot you? - Ugh, Kevin.
Holy shit, he's got like literally over 9800 followers.
- And he's still a creep. - Well, can you hook me up with him?
No, no, no, trust me, you do not wanna shoot with this guy, he's like,
the Harvey Weinstein of Instagram photographers.
Yeah, but he's got, like, literally over 9800 followers.
Oh my God, like literally, or literally literally?
Can you please just invite him to your party?
This would be great exposure for me.
Wait, why don't you just cast a spell
to get more followers?
- Ha ha. - Fuck you.
Love you with all my heart.
Not anymore.
Welcome to Comparative Religion.
Or what you get a degree in when no religion
you subscribe to would have you as a follower.
The Babylonian myth of human creation opens with the words...
Inuma
Ilu
Awilum.
Or, "when the gods were human."
The language indicates a belief
that a piece of the gods was also once present in humans.
Humans.
Similar to Adam in the J text of the old testament.
Made out of clay
which was then mixed with blood
by the rebellious God of knowledge.
Now in that way humans shared a divine gift of understanding
and received something immortal.
The spirit.
What can I say?
He's hot as fuck.
Not hot like the guys my age think is hot.
Not texting me "sup" and then expecting me
to come over, give them a blowjob while they play
a first-person shooter game hot.
No.
No, no, no, no.
I'm talking like old-school hot.
Like taking me out to a four-star restaurant
then taking me to the opera, taking me home,
holding me down and choking me just the right amount
as he keeps me safe forever. That kind of hot.
You know, I would say I have daddy issues
but since I can't remember either one of my parents,
what does it matter?
Hi, I'm Sarah, I'm auditing class.
So wait, if the immortal spirit is man's soul,
wouldn't that mean that our souls are actually foreign to our bodies?
Well, I suppose you could see it that way.
Okay, and doesn't that mean
that our entire Judeo-Christian society
is actually built on the idea that
some alien force is driving our bodies?
I'm not sure I follow you.
I'm asking if what you're saying is
that our souls are in fact alien invaders?
Sarah, I think you're auditing the wrong class.
Advanced abnormal psychology is down the hall.
But actually, Sarah brings up a valid point.
What's the difference between a god infusing a piece
of themselves into a human
and demonic
possession?
Now in many cultures around the world,
possession states are part of normal cultural practice.
These possession states become disorders when unwanted,
cause distress or impairment and are not accepted
as part of a cultural or societal norm in one society.
Okay, that's all we have time for today.
For those of you who don't know her,
this is Marie Clark, your extraordinarily,
brilliant, and gifted TA.
Get your papers to her by Thursday.
I'm gonna go.
Next week we will explore plot similarities
between the Sumerian epic Gilgamesh,
and the iconic James Bond, Dr. No.
What does this have to do with comparative religion, you ask.
Nothing, I just think it's cool they have the same plot.
Marie.
Marie!
Hey.
You're moving in to your new apartment this weekend, huh?
- You remembered. - Yeah.
So you all set, you need any help?
Oh no, trust me, you do not wanna lug in my couch.
Well, I've been known to lug a few couches in my day.
No, I'm good, my friend Richard is helping me out too on the side.
I don't have that much stuff.
Great.
I am having a small party on Saturday.
I mean, if you wanna come, maybe give it your blessing.
Hmm. Well, would you prefer a blessing from Enki or Enlil?
Do you really need to ask?
- Enki. - Enki.
Well, I'll see you there.
And your aunt was hostile towards you growing up
and you always felt that that was unfair.
I don't mean to sound ungrateful.
You know, Aunt Rebecca was generous to take me in.
She didn't have to do that.
You know, everything was fine until...
She blamed you for your uncle's death.
Even though you had nothing to do with it.
So do you feel guilty about his death in any way?
No.
Just sad for Aunt Rebecca.
I wanna go back to your
infatuation with your professor,
this, uh, what was his name?
- Ah, Harris, yes. - Infatuation?
- Well, have you acted on your desires with him? - Yeah, no, no.
- So what, no, is that a I can't quite-no, yes, no? - That's a yes. No.
- No, I, I... - You sure, this is a no now?
It's a hard no.
- It's a no, okay. - No I haven't.
I got it. So now, are you going to?
Can't a schoolgirl just have a crush?
Marie, I just want you to
be careful with this relationship.
I mean, there's something you're trying to explore
from your past, and your professor is giving you the lens.
I just don't think that it's that healthy
for you to go there.
I'm done trying to remember my past.
I'll never know what really happened
so I'm moving forward.
Well, I think that is wonderful.
Yeah, no truly, I'm all good, I'm good.
I believe, I do, I do.
Let the past live where it belongs .
God knows you deserve it.
You deserve to be happy, hmm?
I'm trying.
I hope you know how much I love you.
Oh, like no other.
Where is this going? Please pick down.
Okay, okay, back, back, back, okay.
I'm losing it, I'm losing it.
Okay, okay, okay, right here.
Here for now, okay?
I think it's great forever, yeah.
Okay, for now.
Oh.
Where's Axel?
- Exploring the building. - Right.
I wish I could wander around the halls of any place
I just moved into and claim any particular spot
I wanted with a few drops of piss.
How many is that?
118,216.
Oh, 17!
Fame whore.
Whatever, okay, over 120,000 followers
and I can pay off my student loans.
Are you poor?
Oh, I didn't know.
Help me, I'm poor.
- I was born with a trust fund. - Oh, I know.
- As I may have told you. - Mm.
Which means that from the age of two
I had it burned into my head that my sole purpose
in life was not to lose the family fortune.
Money's always been a burden for me, really.
Wow. It must be so hard to be so rich.
Yes, you plebs have no idea.
Okay, give it back.
Is this a diary?
No, just give it back.
Oh, how 20th century of thee.
Okay, come on, okay, give it back, give it back.
- No, stop! - "Dear diary, I'd really like..."
It's for me, okay!
All right.
Blow a gasket.
It's only for me.
I won't touch it again.
Yeah.
You're ridiculous.
Richard put his hands on you yesterday
and I nearly ripped his goddamn head off.
I think I might be over protective of you.
I have no idea what I would do without you.
Am I becoming obsessed with you?
No, okay, I'm gonna take Brighton's advice,
find another outlet and paying it forward
by helping those who are not in as good a place as I am.
Love is the name for our pursuit of wholeness.
For our desire to be complete.
According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created
with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces.
Fearing their power,
Zeus split them into two separate parts
condemning them to spend their lives
in search of their...
We'll pick it up here next week, yeah?
Okay.
Bark, bark, bark, bark, bark,
- bark, bark, bark. Hold on, - Marie, Marie!
I'll be right back, be right back.
Marie, Marie wait a second.
Marie!
Now you strike me
as having had a military background.
Aah, you're perceptive.
- I was in intel for the 114. - Oh.
- You? - Mm, me? No.
Flat feet.
So do you always party with your patients?
You always party with your students?
Alex, hi, hi!
This place looks great!
Thank you so much for this, truly,
you are a life saver.
I'm sorry things worked out rough with Bobby.
I did warn you, didn't I?
You did, and you were right.
But thank you for this, truly.
I promise to be a good tenant.
Well, you won't have to worry about anything here.
What's this?
Security cameras.
You can actually see everything that goes on here
on your phone whenever you want.
You can watch me?
Oh, God no, no, you have control over everything.
- You just have to download the app and reset the password. - Mm-kay.
You can alert the police too so they can see what's going on in here.
I don't think that's gonna be necessary
but good to know, thank you.
Perfect.
Okay, so before you say anything
I just want you to know that I had nothing to do
with Bobby finding out about this party.
Mm-hmm, how'd he get my address?
Uh, I don't know.
Give me that.
Thanks.
I'm sorry, and I love you.
And I just had to come here as a man
to tell you that to your face.
And if you want me to turn away now
and walk away for the rest of my life
- just say the word and that's what I'll do. - Walk away.
Oh come on, baby, don't be like that.
Look, I think it's time for you to go.
You a watch maker?
Excuse me?
- Do you make watches? - No.
Then who the fuck are you to tell me when it's time for me to go?
- I don't want any trouble. - You're damn right you don't want trouble.
What you wanna do is go walk away
and keep on enjoying your fucking trouble free existence.
All right, all right, all right.
That's enough.
We're at a party, okay?
Gentleman don't act like this at a party.
Who the fuck are you?
I'm Gregory Harris.
Bobby D'Angelino.
- Can I ask you something, Bobby? - You may.
Were you born this much of an asshole
or did you just grow up that way?
What the fuck did you just say to me?
I said get the fuck outta here.
Now.
You're crazy, man.
You have no idea.
You're all fuckin' nuts.
You deserve whatever you got coming' to you.
- Hi! - Hey! Hey.
Please meet my star pupil, Marie Clark.
Marie, this is my wife, Amelia.
- How do you do? - So nice to meet you.
Gregory just can't stop talking about how wonderful you are.
So sorry you had to see that.
I can't believe that's your first impression of me.
Oh please don't worry.
My impression of you is just beginning to form.
I need a drink.
Made a new friend.
- Say hello. - Hello.
Come on, let's go, hurry up!
So what do you like to shoot on?
- What are you doing here? - What's the problem? I don't understand what's the problem.
The problem is you brought me to a college kegger right now.
I brought you to my student's party.
She invited me, I don't understand what the problem is.
Hi.
I'm Marie.
I know.
Do I know you?
I'm a friend of Sarah's.
Why are you holding my phone?
Oh, is this yours, I didn't know.
I was gonna see who it belonged to.
You know it's not a good idea
to leave those things lying around.
I know all of Sarah's friends, you're not one of them.
How could you know all of them?
Oh, you mean you're like Facebook friends with Sarah,
so you don't actually know her.
Do we ever actually know the people who are in our lives?
- Right. - Mmm.
Mm, excuse me.
Oh hey, Marie, can't stand your party by the way.
- Hey, hey, in here, in here. - Hi.
He needs us!
- Who is that? - Who?
- That, th... - Who are you talking about?
Okay, he was just, he was just up there.
- Do you not want me to become famous? - What?
Okay, because being photographed by Kevin is like
a really huge deal, and I know it means nothing to you
because you have like a million followers and you're so fucking perfect...
I am not always perfect...
But to me, exposure to 9800 people would be huge.
- Amelia, seriously? - Pardon me, what am I supposed to be wearing?
And you're smoking a cigarette.
You're so disrespectful, you are...
It really was a lovely party.
I wish I didn't have to go.
Oh, me too, but alas your chariot awaits, okay.
A Uber?
A Lyft.
Whore.
Slut.
Okay, okay, here we go.
If I fall down the stairs and die
will you write me a beautiful eulogy?
- Oh that hurt. Okay, and we're sitting. - I'm English, darling.
- You're no longer making any sense. Okay. - Yes.
But am I not theater, darling?
I mean really.
Forgot my bag.
Okay.
Okay, so text me when you're home safe in bed, okay?
There's nothing safe about my bed
and never well be.
Good night, Richard.
Alone at last.
Oh my...
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.
I thought you left.
Well, I dropped Amelia off and came back.
Why?
I like being around you.
I like being around you too.
No, I mean, it's different.
I mean, I like you.
A lot.
How about some water, yeah?
Perfect.
"Dear Marie, thank you for letting me sleep it off
on your couch last night.
I'm sorry for making an ass of myself.
I hope you can forgive me.
Harris."
Wow, you know what, as fun as that sounds
I've actually got myself a date.
You know, well, with a glass of wine and Floyd's Moses.
The Egyptian.
Yeah, twice, and it gets funnier every time I read it.
Okay, well, have fun with Umberto.
Dear Marie, while you don't know me
I am writing to return what appears to be your diary?
Since I cannot be absolutely sure it's yours
I found my hope to be your address on a piece of paper
in the back of the book.
Prior to returning it over to its rightful owner
I thought it best to ask you a few pertinent questions.
Please answer carefully because it could mean the difference
between possession of this repository
at first some very intimate thoughts and events
that have happened
over an extremely active life.
Where did you meet so many interesting people?
"While I can only imagine how disconcerting it must be
to realize you have possibly misplaced,
and then to learn, in fact you have lost such a personal item,
it would be inconceivable for me to comprehend
a situation whereby someone other than yourself was
in possession of these innermost thoughts."
- This is some creepy shit. - Yeah, yeah, tell me about it.
- Oh, who do you think wrote it? - I have no idea.
- Well, did you call the police? - For what, a letter?
I'm sure they'll have them working in shifts.
Valid.
Can you do like a spell.
And reveal who took it?
Sweetie, it' doesn't really work like that.
Okay, well that sucks.
So what did you say about me in it?
Good things.
- Really? - Only.
- Only good things. - Yes, really only good...
Can you not stress me out right now?
- I'll be right back. - Okay.
I am in a terrible dilemma.
Being single as you are, I risk the possibility
of alienating you to the point where nothing more
than an exchange of a book will take place between us.
For example, would I be better off using this diary
as a means of meeting you?
What the fuck?
My puppet, you found her!
- What is this? - Do you like it?
You sounded so scared on the phone
I thought I should do something nice.
She's for good things only.
I'm telling you, she may look scary
but her purpose is to protect you.
Hypothetically speaking, let's suppose
I never even brought up the subject of the diary
but instead decided to bump into you
in a manner of speaking, who would be the wiser?
I could be very careful as to my demeanor
using subtlety and guile.
Never letting on what I know, but in fact
we would appear to have so much in common
you would marvel at how I anticipate your needs,
your desires, your fantasies.
It crossed my mind more than once, believe me.
Fortunately I believe in complete honesty.
In fact being honest, not only with others
but also with oneself is something I credit
with allowing me to leave the hospital one year earlier
than even the most optimistic doctors anticipated.
But one can never be exact about such things.
Signing off for now, your angel.
Ree, ree, wake up!
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, are you okay?
Oh no, you've killed me!
Oh, does it still hurt?
- Too soon? - Too soon.
Yeah, good, you deserve it.
- Just tell me this, all right? - Hmm?
If you really have some sort of psychopathic person
slipping you love letters, why on heaven and earth
would you leave your front door unlocked whilst you're in the loo? Ow!
But I did lock it.
And I put the chain on.
Well, then how did I get in?
I have no idea.
You're a ball of stress, darling. You really should carve out
more time for relaxation and meditation.
Maybe go back to your painting. I know.
Come with me to my family villa next weekend.
- I've been dying to show you the place for ages. - Yeah, it sounds nice.
Or I could just get you a heavy bag for your birthday and be done with it.
- It's cheaper than plastic surgery. - Oh man up, you're fine.
There's the girl I love and adore.
Hit it.
- Hello? - Hey, what are you doing?
- Just painting. - Oh good, you're not doing anything.
- I need a favor. - Okay.
Kevin wants to shoot me, but only if you do it with me too.
No, I really don't wanna shoot with Kevin again.
You have to do this for me.
One hour, that's it.
Oh, you are an angel.
Too soon?
Too soon.
I love you more than life itself.
Right.
Ah, okay.
Yeah, that's nice.
Okay, hold that.
Love it.
Hold it, hold it.
Don't try as hard.
Damn Marie, that's great.
Beautiful, beautiful.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hold that.
Oh it's great, it's great.
Okay, I think we got it.
Thank you so much, ladies.
Oh, so when are you going to post these?
Oh yeah, I don't know, but I'll definitely give you a heads up.
Hey, Marie, do you have a second?
We got some fantastic shots last time and I made some prints.
I'm gonna submit one and I'd love to get your opinion
on which one was your favorite.
Cool, where are they?
Uh, yeah, I don't let anyone see prints
until I get the subject's approval.
It'll only take a minute if you wanna hang out.
No, that's okay, I have some glamorous plans
- I must attend to, darling. - Oh, bummer.
Oh, I will see you later at that thing.
Don't be late.
- Kevin, I really have to go. - Hey, hey, hey.
Look, I promise, no funny business.
I just wanna give you some prints, okay?
The prints, okay? That's it.
What is this?
Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?
Oh, God damn.
Change your mind?
Aunt Rebecca, hi.
It's your niece, Marie.
Uh, it would just be really great to see you.
I am so, so sorry I'm late.
I just haven't been sleeping well lately.
What's keeping you up at night?
I lost my diary.
Maybe that's it.
I didn't know you kept a diary.
Guilty.
What do you write about in your diary?
Everything.
Who do you think took it?
I have no idea.
But it's so good to see you.
How are you?
I'm lonely, Marie.
I'm sorry I can't see you more.
It's just between school and...
It doesn't matter.
Aunt Rebecca, can I ask you, can...
Were my father and Uncle Carl alike in any way?
Wow, we don't talk about the past, Marie.
But I'm just trying to get sense of...
A sense of what?
You're trying to find yourself, hmm?
Is that why you keep a diary?
I wasn't trying to upset you.
You are just like your mother.
Savage.
Savage, what do you...
She killed your father, didn't she?
You know I don't remember what happened.
I thought I could do this, but I can't.
Aunt Rebecca, I'm sorry, I didn't...
You know, there's a reason we don't talk about the past.
It stirs things up.
Don't you see you need me?
Without me you are just the helpless scared little girl
you always feared you would become.
Fear not, for I am closer to you than you think.
Now that I have your diary
I understand completely what you need
and I'm going to give it to you.
I had to kill Kevin.
You know I did.
You are no one's commodity.
What do you want from me?
It's the police, ma'am.
Is everything all right?
Everything's fine.
Just a minute.
- Marie Clark? - Yeah.
Do you know this man?
He wanted to give me some prints from our previous shoot.
A lot of prints.
You were plastered all over his studio.
Yeah, it made me uncomfortable, so I left.
With your friend Sarah.
No, she left before.
And what time was that exactly?
I don't know, maybe 4:15, something like that.
A little jumpy, aren't we?
It's just a little shocking to hear that someone's dead.
I mean, I can't pretend I liked the guy. He's creepy as fuck.
But I mean, no one, no one deserves that.
Deserves what?
To be murdered.
Oh, not just murdered.
Kevin Duncan was assassinated by a professional.
A professional?
We have reason to believe
the killer has military training.
Why did you leave anyway?
Were you afraid he was planning to take advantage of you? Assault you?
I don't know what he wanted, I just didn't wanna be there
I didn't feel safe.
You have a lot of books on God.
Yeah, I'm getting my masters in comparative religion.
Hmm.
OCD, I gotta touch myself.
I don't want to be rude, but it's been a pretty intense day.
Do you need anything else from me or are we done here?
This was a severely brutal murder, Marie.
Whoever did this is capable of a level of violence
most people can't easily comprehend.
So, for your own safety,
I hope you're not keeping anything from us.
Hey.
Axel.
Hey, Axel.
Axel?
Okay.
Stop!
Hey, nice of you to show up.
You might wanna try doing it at the start of class
instead of the end.
What's wrong?
I think I might be losing my mind.
Well, generally if you're asking whether or not
you're going crazy it's a pretty safe bet
to say you're sane.
And just because you're paranoid doesn't mean
that they're all not out to get you.
I'll buy you a drink,
you can tell me about all your problems.
'Kay.
No, you were right to not go to the cops.
You'd only confirm their suspicions that you were involved somehow.
Great. I mean yes, I'm glad you agree with my instincts
but I mean, if I can't go to the cops, who can I trust?
I have somebody that can help.
What, like a P.I.?
Yeah, you could say that.
I see you're aim's improved
since the last time I beat you.
Have you developed amnesia?
Because I remember whooping your ass
the last time we played.
Put your money on the table.
Money on the table.
Where was that the last time we played?
Abu Dhabi.
Ooh!
The weapons convention.
Yup.
The time Keith almost blew our cover.
That's the one.
Fucker still owes us for that one.
He's this close to being' strung up by his balls
for the rest of his life.
Where's he at now?
The agency.
That figures.
Speaking of owing favors.
Oh yeah, what's her name again?
Marie.
Marie Clark.
Hey brother, are you all right?
Don't I look all right?
This girl I told you about,
the girl I told you that needs your help?
She's special.
So if you're not up for this...
Catching a stalker, that's easy.
- They always come to you. - Angus, that's not what I'm talking about.
I owe you one. I told you I'd take care of the young student.
It's not like that. She's in a fragile place right now.
Now I don't need you going up there
at 11:30 AM smelling like whiskey, you feel me?
Do you really have to insult me?
Implying that I'd stoop so low
as to meet a new client for the first time, drunk?
I'm a fucking professional.
There we go, okay.
I'm not gonna sugar coat it for you, woman.
I've seen things that'd turn
another man's nuts into raisins.
Oh, okay.
I'm midway through a vicious divorce
and I'm taking down a liter of Jameson a night.
My company is in serious danger of going down the shitter.
'Cause I was having an affair
with my 22-year-old assistant.
- And my wife caught us on tape. - Wow.
But I'm really good at what I do.
I can solve your problem for you.
Oh, I see you've already K.O.'d the security cameras.
Strong Solutions, wow.
That's quite a name for your company.
- Do you like it? - Oh yeah, I do, no it's,
it gives the impression
that you have strong solutions
for people's problems.
Yes love, that we do.
Okay, yeah, so, how does this work?
You know, what do we do first?
First we find out how this person's been getting
in and out of your apartment.
Perfect.
Yeah, you definitely wanna have these locks changed.
But there's no sign of forced entry in the apartment.
Whoever's coming in here has a key.
Yeah, but I put the chain on it.
Chains can be opened from the outside
with a rubber band and a piece of tape.
Pop this under the door when you're here alone.
It will not keep an intruder out forever
but it'll slow him down long enough
for you to get a suitable weapon. Do you have a gun?
- No, God, no, no. - Well, you should get yourself one.
Or at least a decent canister of pepper spray.
And I'm gonna need a list of everyone in your life
who could've taken your diary.
The good, the bad, and everyone in between.
Okay, this is the list of their names.
- If you need anything... - Oh, names are enough.
You did it alphabetically.
Yeah, that's just how my mind works I guess.
Impressive.
So what do we do now?
Now I find out who's been stalking you
and I'm gonna make them stop.
What?
Robert D'Angelino!
Never heard of him.
I'm here to talk to you about a murder.
Who died?
Kevin Duncan.
Never heard of him either.
You sure about that?
'Cause your ex-girlfriend was the last person
to see him alive.
So what are you saying?
Marie killed him?
Maybe you killed him.
Oh, I see.
You fell for it too.
Fell for what?
She plays it all cute and sweet
but that's not who she really is.
Oh no?
Who is she then?
You don't know shit, get the fuck out of my...
Stay the fuck away from her, do you hear me? Hmm, do you hear me?
Because if you come within a mile of Marie Clark ever again I'll be coming back.
And if I have to come back, we're not gonna have
as nice a chat as we're having now.
Now you boys make sure to enjoy the rest of your day.
Life can be shorter than you think.
Eight years of marriage, and she leaves
without a word, a note, nothing.
It's like she just vanished.
I'm so sorry.
Maybe she got bored.
I mean, how many times can you hear a guy get drunk
and rant about Amakelites before the novelty wears off.
- Amalekites. - Amalekites.
Well, I could listen to you rant about Abimelech
and the Amelekites until David brings 200 foreskins to Saul.
Dear God. You are perfect.
- Stop. - Seriously.
You quote Maimonides.
You have a million followers on that social media thing.
You're kind, you're sweet, you're funny.
Beautiful beyond words.
And you're fucking brilliant.
You're gonna make a major contribution
with your research in Enuma.
So what gives?
You must have a defect somewhere.
I just can't for the life of me figure out what it is.
Well, I do have a stalker.
There's that.
Yeah.
How are things working out with Angus?
Yeah, how do you know him exactly?
We served together in a private company.
What, like mercenaries?
Something like that. It's best to keep it vague.
You know, what important is that you can trust him to look out for your best interest.
- Are you sure about that? - Do you really think I would bring someone
- in your life you can't trust? - And what about you, huh?
Like all the sudden you're some G.I. Joe mercenary assassin?
I collected intel when I was active.
They had other people do the killing.
I just did it to pay for school.
I'm retired from that life now.
Hey, this is my life now.
First temple split heaven and earth.
Watery shrine built for a prince.
Water poured from his pure canal.
Oh my God, wow.
I can't believe you got the university to acquire this.
It must have cost a fortune.
Well, when I saw it it was going up for auction
I told the dean I'd quit if they didn't acquire it.
You were ready to quit your job over this? Why?
Well, I knew it would make you happy.
Really?
Really.
Why are you here, Mr. McGlocklin?
Between you and me I'm just padding my books.
It looks good to the client when we meet
with all potentially relevant people in person.
I don't have an objective here
but since I am here, anything you can tell me
about who might be stalking her, could be helpful.
Does Marie have any enemies?
Every beautiful girl has enemies.
But does she have enemies capable of murder?
Given the right circumstance just about anyone,
I think, is capable of murder.
Isn't that your experience, sergeant?
Oh, retired now.
Oh, really? So why did you leave the Army?
Oh, that's a long and boring story.
You know, I really like the way
you've decorated your office.
Well, thank you.
Did you do it yourself or hire someone?
What do they call them?
Interior designers.
Why, are you looking for someone?
Oh, I don't think I could afford them.
You must have a very successful practice.
Ah, yes, well I do well enough.
What's your hourly rate, if you don't mind me asking?
My clients pay me by the month
and get whatever time they need from me.
How does Marie pay you for that?
I mean, I'm doing a favor for a buddy
'cause she made it clear she couldn't afford my rates.
I wanna make sure she's not taking me for a run, you know?
Mistaking my generosity for stupidity and whatnot.
Mr. McGlocklin, Marie survived a very traumatic childhood
and has worked incredibly hard to get where she is today.
And where is she today?
Able to function as a normal, successful human being,
and with a very bright future.
The fact that she is not completely immobilized
by the trauma that she went through,
that's nothing short of a miracle, Mr. McGlocklin.
- I didn't know. - Yes, well, know this.
I care deeply for Marie, as I do all of my patients.
I tell you, I do not appreciate a character such as yourself
nosing about her business in your cavalier military fashion.
So if you will excuse me, I think we're done here.
Oh, hold the door. Thank you.
Don't tell anyone where you're going.
Don't bring any devices with you.
I'll control your social media.
And within 48 hours, I'm gonna have whoever did this
nailed to the fucking wall.
Wow.
Told you I was a trust fund kid.
That's Tres, he's the groundskeeper.
He looks after the place when we're not here
which is most of the time.
So it's a pretty good deal for him actually.
He's staying with us?
Only in the shed, darling. Don't let the help in the house.
- So he doesn't have keys? - He's perfectly harmless.
Don't be fooled by his appearance, he's an absolute sweetheart.
- He's kind of like you in his one way. - Oh that is unfortunate.
Good to see you, Mr. Richard.
Hello.
The house is in perfect working order,
I turned off the security system like you asked
so we won't have no problem with the police like last time.
Thank you.
Tres, this is my dear friend, Marie.
Marie, this is Tres.
Glad to know you, Miss Marie.
Wait until I show you the view.
Tres, darling, would you put the luggage away please.
Happy to, Mr. Richard.
Thank you.
Is the bar fully stocked?
Well, I knew it was you coming
so I'm gonna let you answer that one for yourself.
- Tres, you are a godsend. - We do what we can, Mr. Richard. We do what we can.
Keep your hands where I can see 'em
and move over to the corner.
- Who sent you? - That's an impressive piece of machinery you have there.
You tell that piece of shit I've done everything he asked,
all right, he ain't got any reason to be doing' this.
What is it you think I'm here to do?
- Motherfucker. - I'm not here for the reasons you think I'm here.
Down on your knees.
- That's not gonna happen. - What?
I'm not getting down on my knees
and you're not gonna shoot me.
- Oh, you don't think so? - No.
- You're not a killer. - You don't know.
Huh, I know that you were the smartest kid in your class.
And you had a natural ability for programming.
But you had social anxieties too, and secretly felt
that the other little fuckers were always laughing at you.
Which, they were.
Put down the gun, son. I'm only here to talk.
Why are you monitoring Marie Clark?
I don't know what...
My time's run out.
So if you don't start giving me answers
I'm gonna blow that pretty little head of yours
all over that X there, do you hear me?
I'm telling you, man. I don't know shit,
they don't tell me shit, okay?
Oh, they, hmm?
They is a start.
Who's they? Hmm?
No?
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, okay, listen.
All right, okay I met a guy at the party
- and he offered me a lot of dough. - Huh.
And he set me up as her boyfriend's roommate
when she moved out to monitor her.
Okay, so I hacked into her shit.
- To do what? - Just to fuck with her.
To fuck with her how?
Just to fuck with her head and stuff like,
- make her paranoid, like she's going crazy. - Who was the guy?
I don't know, he paid me cash. I never heard from him again.
Well, if he paid you up front and you never saw the guy again
why didn't you just pocket the money
and leave the poor girl alone?
'Cause this isn't the kinda guy you wanna piss off.
What do you mean?
He's like, evil, okay?
He's like into some real dark shit.
Here are your quarters.
It's a bit musky.
Grandmother had an obsession with dolls.
This is just the tip of the iceberg.
You should see the attic.
Creepy dolls, perfect.
Well, there's no point hiding it from you.
They can walk and talk.
- And then they have... - Okay, okay,
you really are insane, you know this, right?
You know, one time I found a particularly randy Annalee doll on top of one of my Kens.
Knickers over her head. We should really just throw them in a bin and be done with it.
But since it would break mother's heart
to do such a cruel and heartless thing...
There, that does it.
I could find you another room.
Oh no, no. Richard this is wonderful.
Thank you.
Come, come.
None of that.
We're on holiday.
You don't need to get all emotional and, you know,
take time away from more important things.
Like getting properly legless.
How 'bout a nice couple of Pimm's?
Sounds lovely, doesn't it?
Yeah, lovely.
You took custody of your niece when she was how old?
Fifteen, she was fifteen when my brother died.
How long was it then
before you checked her into the hospital?
How do you know about that?
All due respect, it's my job
to know everything about Marie.
What else do you think you know?
What else are you afraid I know?
I think I'd like you to leave now.
Rebecca, I want you to look at me.
You've been carrying an immense weight on your shoulders.
And I can remove that weight for you.
I want you to understand that
what happened isn't your fault.
You were just doing what you felt you had to do.
Yes.
Can you trust me, Rebecca?
Now talk me through the order of events
until the day you put her in the hospital.
We're here.
Darling, this is your Uncle Carl.
- Carl, this is Marie. - Hi.
I'll grab this.
Carl, Carl!
Carl?
Carl? Carl!
My mom sent me an angel to protect me.
Marie, what happened here?
It was my angel.
She did it.
Hello, we're here to see Dr. Kellogg.
Remember, we don't talk about the past.
To anyone.
Oh, don't look so scared, Marie,
this place is not as bad as all that.
Now let me show you to your new bedroom.
It's all right.
- Hello there, Rosemary. - Can I help you?
That's very pretty pin you have on there.
Thank you.
Did you make it yourself?
Why yes, I actually did.
I thought so, it has that one of a kind feel to it.
Well, how can I help you?
Well, I was hoping you could let me take a look
at a file for a former patient.
So Marie had two primary doctors,
first Kellogg, then Brighton?
Yes, that's correct.
Is Dr. Kellogg still here?
Dr. Kellogg was murdered
in the parking lot two weeks ago.
He was stabbed to death.
- It looks like your client was part of a program called Alter. - Alter?
Alter was part of a post-911 experimental project blitz.
When they were giving the green light
to just about anything.
What can you tell me about it?
It was started by an outside contractor.
It was a program for developing unwitting assassins.
Why was it abandoned?
They found out he was using a mental patient
as a test subject.
Shut it down quick.
Hmm.
That's all I got.
I know what you're risking by giving me this, Keith.
Don't think it goes unappreciated.
Well, you find this motherfucker that did this to Harris
and you do to him what I wish I could.
You sleep all right last night, Miss Marie?
I did, thank you.
You ain't from around here, are you?
No, I'm not. I mean, yeah, no, not originally.
That's like me.
I ain't from around here originally neither.
But you ain't an open gate motherfucker, are you?
Excuse me?
It's just there's three kinds of people in this world.
You got your open gate motherfuckers,
your closed gate motherfuckers,
and your locked gate motherfuckers.
Now what's your open gate motherfucker saying?
- I don't know. - Well, he's saying, "My gate is open.
What's mine is yours, you can come take my shit."
And if you're foolish enough to leave your gate open
I'm gonna take your shit.
But then you got your locked gate motherfucker.
Now what they saying'...
They saying', "My shit is valuable.
I don't want you to take my shit."
But if you think some little ol' rinky dink
motherfuckin' lock gonna keep me out
I'm definitely gonna take your shit.
And finally you got your closed gate motherfuckers.
Now what they saying',
what they saying' is, "My shit is valuable.
I don't want you to take it."
But I don't need no mother fuckin' rinky dink lock
to keep you out, no.
You ain't gonna touch my shit
'cause you know I'm such a bad motherfucker."
So, the moral of the story is?
Always be a closed gate motherfucker?
Closed gate motherfucker.
I'll keep that in mind, thanks.
Now you have yourself a nice run now, Miss Marie.
I appreciate you taking the time to see me again.
Well, I must say I was curious when you contacted me again.
Thank you.
- Hot! - Now, you said you needed my expert opinion
on a different case that you're working on?
A runaway, her parents are terrified 'cause the daughter suffers
from multiple personality disorder.
Trying to get a good sense of what life's like
for someone with this disorder
so I can figure out where to begin.
Do you think you can help me?
Well, the disorder you're referring to is
dissociative identity disorder, which just happens
to be my specialty.
I think you know that.
That's why I came to you first.
Always start with the best.
So what would you like to know?
Well, is it like it is in the movies?
With one personality being normal
and the other a brutal psychopath?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
How so?
Well, it doesn't make it any easier
on the DID community that
movies only portray them
as monsters
whose alters commit these violent, evil deeds.
I'm sorry, what did you say, alters?
Oh, I'm sorry.
We refer to the dominant identity as the host.
And all the other identities, the ones the patients creates
to protect themselves from whatever trauma
that they went through
those are called alters.
What type of trauma?
Childhood trauma.
The worst part is I knew.
I knew the whole time, and I convinced myself I was crazy.
You convinced me I was crazy.
You sick gaslighting fuck.
You're out of your mind.
She told me Larry, she told me.
She's a child.
A child with an active imagination, that's all.
I let this happen.
Please God, send me an angel.
An angel to protect me always.
Here you go again.
All the times that, you know, she fell down,
all the times that she had the bruises.
You need to calm down,
you're gonna give yourself a seizure.
You hurt her!
I hate you!
Please God, send me an angel.
An angel who will protect me.
Please God, send me an angel.
You've been a bad girl, Marie.
Oh baby, I'm sorry.
Just let the past live where it belongs.
You deserve to be happy.
You know there's a reason we don't talk about the past.
Stirs things up.
Hi.
You don't remember me, do you?
How wasted were you?
Come on, fix me a drink, Angel.
♪ Angel, angel, come to me ♪
♪ Angel, angel, set me free ♪
♪ I need you and you need me ♪
♪ My angel for ♪
♪ eternity ♪
That's my angel.
The child manifests an alter to endure the pain
that's been inflicted on them so they can survive it.
So they can pretend that it's happening to someone else
or there's someone else there to protect them.
And so the violence makes them violent.
No, no, no, no, the vast majority of those afflicted
with DID do not have alters who commit violent acts.
But they are still, all of them, they are beholden
to the same basic tenets as the host.
So could someone hypnotize an alter
without the host being aware of it?
Control that alter?
Well, they would have to be an exceptional hypnotist.
- Could you do it? - Why would I want to?
- I don't know, why did you do it to Marie? - I beg your pardon?
Was it to get a government contract to fund your work?
In exchange for creating the most lethal kind of assassin?
What kind of assassin is that?
The unknowing kind.
You're the one who's been terrorizing Marie
trying to drive her crazy so you can pin the murders on her.
How many people have you made her kill?
Well, I really can't recall.
Yeah well, you don't know this yet
but you really fucked up...
- Ah. - ...when you murdered my friend.
Oh, I did?
Oh.
But now you see, your friend Harris,
he just simply got in the way.
I mean he encouraged her to ask the wrong questions
and he introduced her to you.
Tell me, how does it feel to know that
you're the reason that your friend is dead?
No.
You're ready.
♪ Angel, Angel come to me ♪
♪ Angel, Angel set me free ♪
♪ I need you and you need me ♪
♪ My angel for ♪
♪ eternity ♪
When are you going to give it back to her?
You said it would be helpful to read her diary
to know her inner thoughts.
You didn't say you were going to keep it.
I mean, really.
She's gone to pieces.
And what on God's green earth were you doing
sending her letters? How was that therapeutic?
Oh, my boy.
How little you understand about the abnormal mind.
No, no, no, no, it's a good thing
that you are so cute.
Otherwise I might not keep you around.
No, no, come on, no, no.
I missed you.
Did you?
I'm in the mood for a Pimm's Cup.
Would you be a darling and slice the cucumbers for me?
With pleasure.
Come on, where is she.
Okay, here she is.
Oh, just in time.
I was beginning to get worried.
What are you doing here?
I came to explain.
Explain what?
Oh, suit yourself, but this is a marvelous vintage.
You know, one thing you can say for Richard,
he knows a good red when he sees one.
Mm, ah.
Why are you here?
I can only help you if you trust me.
Now you do trust me, don't you, Marie?
Of course, yeah.
Good, that's very good.
Because I'm gonna give you what you always wanted.
I'm gonna tell you what happened to you.
After Jane killed your uncle,
your Aunt Rebecca checked you into the hospital.
That's when I found you.
And I loved you both equally.
Jane wanted to become the perfect assassin.
Jane liked killing people.
Marie loved studying ancient cultures and religions.
But with Jane, there was money to be made.
When the government proved unreliable
it became evident that we would have to find
more creative ways to finance our work.
That's when I perfected the trigger.
Something that would make Jane come out
to protect you on cue.
And that's when Jane and I went into business together.
And I must say we had one hell of a good run, my dear.
I mean we, we could have gone on forever.
And, you know, nobody would have been the wiser.
My colleague Kellogg had no idea he was my first guinea pig.
But unfortunately for him, he got a visit from the agency.
Experimental surgery, are you out of your mind?
And was stupid enough to tell me about it.
Bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark.
Marie, Marie!
And that could have been the end of it.
But Marie had to have
her schoolgirl crush
on her professor, and that's when all the trouble began.
Harris had to go.
No question about it.
But I'm not a monster.
I did that one myself, for you.
Oh? What do we have here?
You know the problem with men like you?
You always think you're smarter
than the woman you're talking to.
Marie.
Stupid.
You see, we're one, doctor.
And what Jane and I do, we do because we have to.
Marie, Marie, I want you to listen to me.
I bet you have a small dick.
Marie, everything I did, I did it for you.
- Take it out. - What?
Take out your dick.
Marie, Marie, I want you to look at me.
Are you gonna make us cut it off
so we can measure it for ourselves?
Please.
Like we thought, tiny.
Put it away now. I find the sight depressing
and we're not gonna be depressed any more.
- Please, oh please, listen to reason. - No!
- Ow! - For once you are gonna shut up
- and listen for once. - Okay, okay, okay.
Okay, okay, okay, okay. I'm listening.
Just be calm, stay calm.
Don't tell us what to do!
I'm sorry, just please don't hurt me.
Just please, please don't hurt me.
God writes a story for each and every single
one of us, doctor.
Don't you remember?
You kill for pleasure and God punishes those
who take their pleasure in other people's pain.
And now it's your time for your story to end, doctor.
No you, you are not as smart as you think you are, sweetie.
Oh no?
Did you really think that I would turn you
into a killing machine without
certain safety measures?
Hmm?
Only a fool creates a monster
without embedding an off switch in it.
Hmm?
Oh, now this is a pity.
Don't you see how I care for you, Marie?
The plan was for you to spend the rest of your life
in a nice, clean facility for killing Kevin.
But now?
You humiliated me.
And now, I'm gonna make you suffer for it.
You know, it really is just you
tiny-dicked, locked gate motherfuckers
that give the rest of us men a bad name.
Your time is up.
You all right?
Yeah, thank you.
Richard?
Dead.
Just for my own edification,
to whom do I have the privilege of addressing at the moment?
We're gonna get along just fine.
Once you've had a violent stalker penetrate your life
you will not be the same.
The paranoia, it never goes away.
Not a day goes by when I do not think of Brighton
and all of the people he murdered.
I think about how he was almost the end of my life.
My story.
And there are still times when I feel paralyzed with fear.
But then I remind myself that what Brighton did to me,
what anyone does to you,
it's not the end of your story.
It's just the beginning.
Thank you.
Now, do any of y'all have any questions for Miss Marie?
- You, right here. - Hi.
- So now that you've come forth with your story,
I mean you've revealed so much.
I feel like I know you.
Your writing is so, uh, natural and mature.
Thank you.
I just, I wonder, putting yourself out there like this,
I mean do you think that you're opening yourself up
to other stalkers coming after you?
For their sake, we hope not.
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