Rose's Last Session (2024)

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(ominous music)

(Britt panting)

(birds chirping)

(ominous music continues)

(Britt screams)

(birds chirping)

(Britt groaning)

- [Reporter] It's been a month

since the Veldon University

junior Britt Harris

was last seen on campus.

Authorities have an eye witness

that said he saw an

unidentified man grabbing her

and putting her in the trunk of his car.

He was not able to read a license plate

or provide any facial

characteristics of the predator.

Detectives, still working

on a case from last year

in which two other VU

students were kidnapped

and later one of them k*lled,

are not yet saying if

this is any way connected.

(soft music)

(Rose grunting and coughing)

(soft music continues)

(pen clicks)

- I just keep running and running,

and eventually I give up.

I just

let him win.

I know that, I know that he's right there,

after me,

but I don't, I don't care anymore.

I don't feel peace.

I, I just feel nothing.

Complete numbness.

- It sounds to me that your dreams

are your way of retconning

what you've been through.

The traumatic event in question,

it happened a completely different way.

You fought, you survived.

Yes, he got away but it's been a year.

You're tricking yourself into believing

that you just gave up and

allowed your attacker to win.

You won. You made it out alive.

- I don't know why I remember

it so differently in my head.

It's just, it feels like

this gray area some days.

- I think you beat yourself up.

I think you blame yourself

for being in a situation

where something like this happened to you.

You feel responsible.

You did not cause this to happen.

You were kidnapped and hunted

for sport by a psychopath.

You're not to blame.

It could happen to anyone.

This man already took so much from you.

Don't let him take anymore.

It's the anniversary.

These dreams will continue

for now, I'm sure,

but they'll fade out soon enough.

Just remember everything

you've learned, it's not real.

Well, that's our time for today.

Come on, smile.

Remember, it's better to focus on forward

than it is to look back on

the things we cannot control.

- Thank you, Dr. Richardson.

- Anytime.

Rose.

(Rose sniffing)

- [Reporter] Devastating

news tonight as we learned

that another Velden University student

was reported missing early this morning.

The family of Perry

Wesley, a VU sophomore,

say her phone was discovered on a sidewalk

just at the edge of campus.

There were no eyewitnesses

this time around,

but many are speculating

that this may be a similar abduction

to the one that occurred just a month ago.

(dramatic music)

(Perry panting and screaming)

(Rose breathing)

(soft music)

(rose groaning)

(birds chirping)

- I felt better after

the last time we spoke,

what you said in our last session,

it really helped me, uh,

focus on forward. (chuckles)

- Excellent.

- But then I had a nightmare that night

about what happened to me again.

- It's important in those

moments when you wake up

and your heart's beating out of your chest

to come to the surface and tell yourself

it was only a dream.

Repeat it over and over again.

It'll start to sink in and

your body will catch up.

- It's only a dream.

- Exactly.

Are you having any trouble sleeping

through the entire night?

- No. It's typically in the morning.

- Probably because your kidnapping

occurred in the morning hours.

You're reliving the

trauma exactly as it was.

- I just wish there was an

on/off switch. You know?

- Don't we all?

- I just wanna be normal again.

- So what, you suffer from PTSD?

So do about five out of

every 100 adults in the US.

You are normal.

You will get through this. Just be strong.

I do want to ask, are you

doing anything to cope?

- What do you mean?

- In times of need,

is there anything you turn to,

something that makes you feel better?

I mean, aside from our sessions.

- I like to jog a lot.

- Good.

- Reading.

I like to read any, any

form of escapism, really.

- Are you taking any

drugs or drinking again?

- No. I, I've been sober for a while now.

- That's good.

I just wanna be sure you're

coping in healthy ways.

- Yeah, definitely.

- Good. Good to hear.

Same time tomorrow.

- Hmm.

- [Richardson] I imagine after

the anniversary week is over,

you'll be feeling much

better, back to your old self.

- From your lips to God's ears.

(both chuckle)

(rose sighing)

(clock ticking)

(bottle popping)

(Rose sighing)

(Rose groaning and sighing)

(pills rattling)

(lid popping)

(pills rattling)

(mug thuds and Rose sighs)

(Rose exhaling)

(thunder rumbling)

- Come in. Come in.

- Hi, Dr. Richardson.

Glad I made it in before the storm.

- Yes.

Now hopefully we can get you out

and on your way before it gets too bad.

- Sorry.

- Just my wife.

Not to worry. She won't

disturb us during our session.

(Rose chuckles)

- To be honest, I didn't

realize you were married.

I've never seen her before.

I guess that would

explain the ring though.

- I have a rule.

She keeps herself hidden

when I'm treating patients.

I must have forgot to mention

you'd be back so soon.

(thunder rumbling)

Hopefully you had a better night.

- I did something stupid last night.

Before I didn't have

trouble falling asleep,

um, just waking up with

nightmares in the morning.

But last night my heart was racing

and, and my mind was like scrambled, um,

and I, I almost took a drink.

- But you didn't.

- No.

- That's good.

- I took some pills.

I, I know what you're thinking,

but I couldn't fight it.

I, I just did it so I could sleep.

- So how did you sleep then?

- I don't really remember falling asleep.

I honestly don't even remember getting up

and driving here today.

All of my days are, um,

kind of a, kind of a blur at this point.

- You see, taking pills

just to get some sleep

may seem great and all in the moment.

Sure, it gets the job

done, right? Good sleep.

No new nightmares. Just a quick fix.

But it won't give you the end result

needed to move forward in life.

And for you, it can lead

to a much bigger problem.

- It felt so good.

- Of course it did.

Your generation has always had a liking

for the easy way out.

A zero tolerance for anything

other than instant gratification.

However, if you want to be healed

and you want to do it

respectfully, honestly,

and actually be on your

way to some normalcy,

you need to work for it.

You need to fight again.

(thunder rumbling)

Do you remember when we

attempted hypnotherapy before?

- Yeah.

- I know you were resistant to it,

but in this case, I think it could help.

- I don't know.

- I think you need to be willing to try.

Be open-minded.

Lean back for me.

Come on.

(Rose sighing)

Now, I want you to close your eyes,

(thunder rumbling)

- Dr. Richardson.

- Sh.

Let me guide this.

One.

Two.

Three. (snaps fingers)

(birds chirping)

When you were kidnapped,

think about the moment

you realized your life was in danger.

Don't come off it. Stay on that day.

What do you remember?

- [Rose] I was so scared.

- What about your friend?

- Jennifer.

- Jennifer?

- We were college roommates.

- Did she make it out?

(man grunting)

- No, no, no, no, no, no!

No, no!

No, no, no, no!

(man grunting and Rose groaning)

Do you know what's better

than a day at the beach?

A day in hell.

(ominous music)

(Rose gasping)

- You're okay. You're okay.

- Why did you do that?

- It's a memory recall,

guiding you through the steps of that day

and getting you to the end

so that you can see you made it out.

That you fought.

This way when you're in your nightmare,

you can see it for what it really was.

You mentioned Jennifer.

- Yeah. How do you know about her?

- I do watch the news.

I know that you and

your friend were taken,

were kidnapped and taken to the woods.

Only your friend didn't make it out.

When we talk about that

event, you don't mention her.

Is it because you see only

yourself in that place

when you think about it?

- No.

It's because I don't ever

wanna think about it again.

I don't ever wanna see that

image in my head again.

- I'm sorry to make you go

back there, but it's important.

We'll stop this for now,

but I do think we need

to pick this back up at some

point when you're ready.

(thunder rumbling)

It's really coming down

out there now, huh?

- I got a phone call from Patrick.

He said that the driveway at the bottom

of the hill's completely washed out,

and Lake Bailey has flooded.

It's impossible to drive through.

- Seriously?

- So there's no other way out?

- I'm afraid not.

We do have a guest room.

- No, I don't, I don't know.

- I know how inappropriate that may seem,

but Rose, I'm worried there

might not be another option.

I certainly would hate for you to leave

and something happened.

- I think I'll be fine.

- Patrick lives and works on the property.

He knows what he's talking about.

- Uh.

Okay. I, uh, I guess.

- Clara, will you make

sure the room is ready

and get her anything she needs?

I hate to rush off,

but I have an important

phone call I need to make.

- [Rose] Uh, thank, thank

you for letting me stay.

- Absolutely. Your safety

means more than anything.

- I'll be right back.

(thunder rumbling)

Ready?

- [Rose] Yeah. Thank you.

- Uh, there are towels underneath the sink

if you wanna shower or anything like that.

- No. That won't be

necessary, but thank you.

- Um, there are blankets over here

if you get cold in the

middle of the night.

Um.

- Thank you.

- Is there anything else

that I'm forgetting?

Uh, have you eaten? Are you hungry?

- I'll, I'll be okay. Thank you.

I appreciate it though.

- Clara Richardson, by the way. Sorry.

- Rose. Rose Yardley.

- Rose. What a beautiful name.

- Thank you. I, uh, my

mom's favorite movie

was the one with the

sinking ship in it, I think.

(thunder rumbling)

- Okay, well, have a good night.

Um, I hope you sleep well.

- Uh, you too. Thank, thank you.

(door clicks)

(Rose sniffing)

Must be nice, rich b*stard.

(door creaking and clicking)

Towels under the sink.

(flashlight clicking)

(flashlight thuds)

- [Woman] Help me!

Help me!

Help!

(ominous music)

(ominous music continues)

(Rose gasping)

Jesus Christ. (chuckles)

- Sorry.

We, we take care of Na...

I mean, Dr. Richardson's sick daughter

and she gets very restless at night.

I'm sorry. I should have told you.

- It's, it's okay. I

thought someone was hurt.

- She's in a lot of pain.

- I'm so sorry.

- Just please don't go

into her room. Okay?

If you did, she, she'd be very confused

and it, it might really upset her.

- Yeah, of course.

(footsteps thudding)

(plate thudding)

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

- How'd you sleep?

- I slept well.

I'm really sorry about

what happened last night.

- What?

- She heard your daughter last night.

- Oh, okay. Um, I'm sorry

if that startled you.

- Totally fine. (chuckles)

um well, I'm gonna go ahead and head out.

Thank you Dr. Richardson.

Uh, thank you both.

I really appreciate your hospitality.

- Before you go, do you wanna talk again?

You're already here. And why waste a trip?

- I should be fine.

- Alrighty.

- It was really nice to

meet you, Mrs. Richardson.

- Likewise.

- Dr. Richardson.

- Have a safe trip.

- Will do.

(insects and birds chirping)

(gravel crunching)

(seatbelt clicks)

(engine stutters)

No, no.

No, no, no, no.

No, God, this can't happen.

- You know you're gonna

flood the engine doing that.

Sorry, I didn't mean, I

didn't mean to scare you.

- You must be Patrick, the handyman?

- Yeah. Yeah.

Anything Dr. Richardson

needs me to be for the day.

- You must know where all the

dead bodies are then, huh?

- Uh, what?

- Joking.

- Oh.

- It's, it's a joke.

- Okay.

Uh, I can take a look at it if you'd like.

- Yes, please.

(hood clicks)

(Patrick blows raspberry)

- [Patrick] Uh, so I have a

little confession to make.

I actually don't know what I'm doing here.

- Are you serious?

- I, I, I honestly

can't even fake it.

- Great. That's just great.

- Everything all right?

Does it need a jump?

- No, no, her car won't start.

(door thuds)

I don't know.

- Do you have roadside assistance?

- Uh, no, 'cause when am I

gonna need that? (chuckles)

- I can probably get you a tow,

but it'll, it'll be a little

bit before they get here.

- I, I can pay for it.

- Nonsense.

- No, seriously. You've,

you've done enough.

I got it.

- You sure?

- Yeah, absolutely.

- Do you wanna come

inside and wait for a tow?

- Uh.

I actually think I'm gonna

take a walk if that's okay.

- [Dr. Richardson] Sure, I

can holler for you when they,

when they're on their way.

- Are you sure that's a good idea?

- Patrick.

- I'm saying the property's pretty big.

I highly doubt she'll be able to hear you.

- I think I can find my way back.

- Okay.

- We'll be here.

Just go in through the garage

if you decide you wanna come wait inside.

- Sure thing.

- You need to shut your mouth right now.

What do you think you're doing?

- I'm just having some fun.

- I swear to God, if you screw this up.

- I, I, I won't screw this up. Okay?

When are we supposed to go

get that other psychopath?

- Watch it, Patrick.

- I, I'm just saying,

I just wanna make sure this all goes well.

- Just go keep an eye on her. Okay?

- You think we should

put the fuel relay pump

back in the car? (chuckles)

Oh. That's funny.

(birds chirping)

(ominous music)

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- You could've run me over.

- How the hell did you not hear me coming?

(Rose panting)

- I just kind of zoned out for a sec.

- Okay.

- So, so this was all flooded last night?

- [Patrick] No, it was, it's further down.

You know, the, the

driveway's a little lower,

so it just tends to flood when, um,

tends to flood when huge

storms hit like that.

- What are you doing down here?

- I, I, I figured I'd come get you

and bring you back to the house.

- I'm okay. Thank you.

- Are, are you sure?

'Cause coming down the

driveway is easy part,

going up is a b*tch, so.

Are you sure?

(Rose sighing)

- Fine.

- You good?

(engine rumbling)

- Thanks.

- So how long have you been,

uh, with Dr. Richardson?

- I don't really see how

that's any of your business.

- I'm sorry. I'm just, I'm just curious.

- Yeah. Curiosity k*lled the cat.

- Well, so did arrogance.

- Excuse me?

- I'm just messing with you.

I'm just giving you a hard time.

No, I, I've just seen some

of his patients come and go.

- That's funny, I've been

seeing him for almost a month,

and I haven't seen you once.

- A month. I knew you'd

trust me to tell me.

- What's it to you?

- Like I said, I'm just, I'm just curious.

- Yeah, well, if you've

seen so many patients,

tell me any real crazies?

- Uh.

Well, yeah. There's been a lot.

There's been, there's this one that had,

this had this car that wouldn't start.

She's real wacko. (chuckles)

- Uh-huh.

- Well, I got some work to do.

- You do that.

(engine rumbling)

- [Clara] Would You like some tea?

- [Rose] I'm a tea in

the morning kind of girl.

Don't really drink it in the afternoon.

- Wine?

- Uh, you don't think it's

a little early for wine?

- You must not have children. (chuckles)

- Do you just have the stepdaughter?

- No, I have a son.

- Not step?

- No, he's mine from a previous marriage.

His father left when my son

was only 10 though. (chuckles)

I stayed single for a while

and then I started seeing a therapist

and happened to fall in love. (chuckles)

- Dr. Richardson?

- Mm. Yeah.

He had a daughter from

a previous marriage,

but, well, his ex-wife, she

died when she was just a baby.

Between you and I, I think

that's what really screwed her up

to begin with.

Are you okay? You seem a little on edge.

- No, I just, I've never been

in this situation before obviously.

Uh, staying at my therapist's house,

getting stuck here 'cause of my car.

It's just, it's a little weird.

- Yeah, I can imagine how that must feel,

being a stranger, having to

stay in someone else's home.

- Yeah, especially when you wake up

and you don't know where you are.

It's, it's, it's very weird. (chuckles)

- Are you still having nightmares?

- I'm sorry?

(tense music)

Did Dr. Richardson tell you that?

- [Reporter] We are now

learning that a third VU student

has been abducted that

makes three kidnappings

in just a month.

Due to this, the campus has issued

a suspension of all class-

(ominous music continues)

- What are you doing?

- Uh, it, it's just wine.

Um, she, she offered so

I, I didn't wanna be rude.

- Can you do me a huge favor?

Can you go wait in my office for a moment?

I need to speak with my wife.

I called the tow truck.

They should be here soon.

What is the matter with you?

- Your way is obviously not working.

- Clara, you have no

idea what you're doing.

- And you do?

You might wanna have her go sit down.

- Why? What did you do?

(soft music)

Rose.

- What was in that wine?

(body thuds)

- [Woman] Help me!

Help!

Help me!

(suspenseful music)

Shh, sh. Sh.

- Who are you? Who are you?

- Sh, sh, sh. Be quiet.

I'm Rose.

(woman sobbing)

I'm gonna get us outta here.

I'm gonna get us outta here.

Okay? Shh, calm down.

I need you to relax.

Are you, are you the student,

the one who was kidnapped last night?

(woman weeping)

Sh!

Come on. (indistinct)

(suspenseful music continues)

- Won't he see us escaping?

- He? Who kidnapped you?

- It happened so fast.

There was this guy, he was younger,

maybe a little bit older than me.

Were you taken too?

- I, I was drugged.

Now, when you get outta the window,

I need you to run as

fast as you can, okay?

- Okay.

- Now run.

(suspenseful music)

(engine rumbling)

Come on!

- This is ridiculous.

How could you do this?

- Shh. Shh.

- What?!

- Would you shut up? I can't think.

- This is all your fault.

Why would you drug her now?

It wasn't part of the plan.

You're gonna ruin everything.

- Oh, you have a lot of nerve

talking about ruining things.

Did you even bother to restrain her

when you put her down there?

- This blood will be on your hands.

- This isn't happening. This

isn't happening. (grunting)

- We can't stop.

- sh*t!

- We, we cannot stop.

Come on.

- I don't think

I can run on it.

- Can you try, please?

(suspenseful music continues)

- You know what's funny?

I always make fun of

the idiots (indistinct).

- Just lean on me. We gotta go.

- We have to stop.

- We can't stop.

- We have to!

- Damn it.

- My leg like feels like

it's gonna fall off.

I don't even hear 'em anymore.

- We have to get out of

these woods. Trust me.

- How do you know where we're going?

I didn't see a thing.

I remember the guy grabbing me

and forcing me in the trunk.

Next thing I knew I was

in that bed, tied up.

Must have drugged me too, I don't know,

- In the trunk?

- Yeah.

(suspenseful music continues)

(Rose sobbing)

- This is my therapist's house.

- What?

- Dr. Richardson.

Do you know him?

- I don't think so.

- This can't be happening again.

- [Woman] What do you mean?

- This isn't the first

time that I was kidnapped.

- [Woman] What?

- Last year a man brought a friend and I

out into the middle of the woods

and hunted us like we

were f*cking animals.

- [Woman] Oh my God. I

knew you looked familiar.

I've seen you on the news

before. You went to VU too.

- They never caught him.

That's why I'm so f*cked up.

That's why I started seeing my

therapist in the first place.

I was staying the night because

of the stupid f*cking storm.

And I got the sense that

something was really wrong.

- You were there last night?

I heard someone talking outside that door.

Was that you?

- Yeah.

- Wait, were you the one

that was crying last night?

- I was so scared. I

didn't wanna say anything.

But after sitting there all night,

it felt like I had to try.

- Did you change rooms at all?

- No. Why?

- Dr. Richardson's wife definitely

didn't want me to go

in one of those rooms.

- Another girl was kidnapped this week.

- That's right.

- So they never caught the guy

that did this to you before?

Is he the one after us, or your therapist?

- No.

I'll never get the image

of that man had in my head,

but I found a file on him

in my therapist's office.

- [Woman] On who?

- The man that k*lled my friend.

- Your original kidnapper was

a patient of your therapist?

- Yeah.

- It doesn't make sense.

None of this makes sense.

I don't know why this is happening.

I don't know why we're here.

And for all I know, they

could be working together

to try to finish what they started.

All I know is that we have

to get the f*ck out of here.

Okay?

(woman groaning)

(suspenseful music)

(knife chopping)

(Clara sobbing)

(Clara sobbing)

(engine rumbling)

(engine stops)

(heart thumping)

(suspenseful music continues)

(Patrick whistling)

(phone ringing)

- Yeah?

Don't worry about it.

What do you think I'm doing out here?

I know that.

Don't.

- I'm gonna be right back, okay?

- No.

- Sh.

(suspenseful music)

(engine rumbling)

(water rippling)

(woman groaning)

(woman groaning)

(thud booming)

(knife clinks)

(engine rumbling)

Oh.

(gear clicking and engine stops)

(Rose screaming)

(soft music)

Not again.

- Please, don't freak out.

- Please, please let me go.

- [Richardson] You have to stop.

Listen, I'm only here to help you.

- What is this?

- The trauma you suffered is real.

- You don't think that I know that?

I lived through it.

N-now what? You're trying

to punish me again?

I know that the guy that tried to k*ll me

is one of your patients.

- I didn't know that before.

I realized after our session last night.

- What?

How?

- [Richardson] I want

you to watch something.

It's best to think of something

positive, something happy.

Like a day on the beach.

- Do you know it's better

than a day at the beach?

A day in hell. (chuckles)

- I don't understand.

- You said that very

same thing last night.

The k*ller said that to you. Arthur Moore.

That's why I pulled his file out.

I needed to find him.

The last phase.

- Last phase. What are you talking about?

- Here, watch this.

From our first session.

- [Rose] I, I'm sorry.

This is awkward for me.

- It's okay. I'm just here to help.

- I've tried dealing

with this in other ways.

Al, alcohol, drugs, pretty

much anything I could get.

I just wanted to numb it, you know?

- I understand.

- I just wish that there was a way

that I could deal with it.

Like truly move on and deal with it.

I feel like, I feel like

I'm ready to let it go, but

my mind, it won't let me.

- [Richardson] How do you

suggest that you deal with it

and get on with it?

- I don't know.

I just wish that I could

have done it differently

but worse,

I wish that I'd k*lled him.

He's still out there.

It doesn't give me any comfort.

Even if I survived,

I just keep waiting-

Please, please!

Let me go.

For him to come back for me.

- [Richardson] Is this

something you think about often?

- I don't understand!

- You wanted a way to feel cured.

- What?

- If given the opportunity

to hurt Arthur, like you said here,

would you take it?

Do you think it would help you?

- You're psychotic.

- Please.

- Somebody help me!

Help me!

- No one can hear you.

- I'm gonna get out of these restraints

and then I'm gonna f*ck you up,

and then I'm gonna feel cured!

(door clicks)

Help! Somebody help me!

Help me!

- It's gonna work. It's gonna work.

Are you just gonna sit there?

- Oh, I give up.

Nathaniel.

- You're in it

for the long haul.

- [Clara] No, I can't do this anymore.

- I should've known it would be like this.

(Rose sobbing)

- Sh, sh, sh, sh.

Sh, sh, sh.

Hey, I'm trying to help you, okay?

But you gotta promise me

you'll be quiet, okay?

(Rose screaming)

Sh, sh.

Do you think if I was trying

to k*ll you, I'd let you go?

No. Sh.

- You were chasing after us earlier.

That girl, Tawny, said

that you kidnapped her!

- Only because he made me.

- Bullshit.

- No.

- You're in on this with Dr. Richardson.

- No.

You gotta, you gotta believe me. Okay?

I wouldn't have done this

if it wasn't for you.

- For me?

- Yes. (panting)

- Dr. Richardson is my stepfather,

and Clara is my mother.

- What?

- What happened to the

loyalty to this family?

What about loving me

for better or for worse?

- Oh, have you lived up to

that? What about my son?

My son, Nathaniel.

Have you given him the

respect that he deserves?

You think I like watching you

treat him like he's nothing?

- Your son doesn't know a

damn thing about respect!

- Oh, respect! You gotta

be joking, Nathaniel.

Look at what you have done.

- So they got married a couple years back.

I mean, he never wanted a

son. He's never liked me.

But it's all about his precious daughter.

- Is there really a daughter

downstairs in that other room?

Or is it just a girl that you kidnapped?

- He's a bad man. Okay?

He needs to be stopped.

Please, don't.

- Where's Tawny?

- She's...

She's dead. (sniffing)

She's dead.

I'm sorry.

- No. (sobbing)

You're the one k*lling

these women, aren't you?

- No.

- Did you k*ll those girls?

- No.

No. I only bring them here. Okay?

I don't, I don't k*ll them.

I don't k*ll them.

- Is it Arthur?

Is it the one that hunted

me and k*lled my friend?

You said that you've

seen a lot of patients.

Have you seen him in those woods?

- Okay. I want to help you, okay?

Doctor...

Please. Dr. Richardson is

good at what he does, okay?

His way of just getting inside your mind

and just throwing it all up

like making scrambled eggs

outta your brain, okay?

The hypnotherapy sh*t, it works.

- You are not the man I married.

This is not the family I married in to!

- [Richardson] Look at me!

(Clara coughing)

- k*ll me.

- Clara. Put that down.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you.

- I can't do this anymore.

I cannot live like this, Nathaniel!

You have ruined our lives.

You have ruined our family.

Look at what you have done to Patrick.

Look at what you've turned them into!

- [Richardson] I'm so

close to ending this.

- I can't live like this for

another second! (groaning)

- No. It wasn't supposed to be like this!

- Mom.

(Clara groaning)

(door creaking)

Where's, where's my mom?

- Patrick, move aside.

- Where is she?

- Patrick, move aside.

- No.

- Patrick.

One.

Two. Three.

(Patrick grunting)

- Mom! What did you do to her?

- I didn't mean to, she

was trying to stab me.

Both of you, please stop.

- Jesus. We gotta get you to a hospital.

- No, Patrick, we have to finish this now.

- Does anybody wanted to let me know

what the hell is going on?

- Yeah. He won't stop until

he brings Jennifer back.

- Jennifer? My friend?

- Yeah.

We all know she's gone and

she's never coming back,

but he can't accept that.

- Shut up. Don't listen to him.

- How do you know about Jennifer?

Did he tell you?

- Jennifer is his daughter.

- What?

- It's true.

He can't let go of what happened to her.

- Is that what this is about?

Do you think I had

something to do with it?

Do you think I helped him k*ll her?

- No. I know Arthur acted alone.

- [Rose] Then what do you want from me?

Is it because I survived and she didn't?

Is that why you wanna k*ll me?

- We have to finish this now.

- Mom, please.

- No, Patrick, I've tried everything.

There is no other way.

- We don't want to do this, but there's,

I don't think there's a choice.

Things have gotten way too outta hand

and there's no turning back.

- No.

- Patrick, please.

You said that you wanted to help me.

- This is helping you. Trust me.

- [Rose] Patrick, please.

(Richardson grunting)

(Rose sobbing)

(Patrick panting)

- Let her go!

- You let him go.

- I didn't want it go like this, Clara!

- Please let him go.

- What has he done with his life?

When I met you, he was a

20-year-old piece of sh*t,

still living with you.

Jennifer was trying to

make something of herself.

- Jennifer is gone.

You, you tried to bring

her back, but you failed.

- No.

- You could get into out heads

and you can f*ck us all up

but you can't bring her back

because it's not possible.

- Drop the knife.

- Drop the g*n.

- Do it now!

(g*n fires)

(Patrick coughing)

- Patrick!

My son!

No, my baby! No!

Patrick. (sobbing)

- He's still alive, Clara.

Please just let me

finish what I need to do.

(Clara screaming)

(g*n fires)

(Rose screaming)

- Oh my God. My God. (panting)

What do you want from me?

(ominous music)

You didn't let them k*ll me. Why?

Why?

- I'll tell you everything.

Just come with me.

- No, no, no. (screaming)

(ominous music)

(indistinct)

- Open the door.

- No.

- You wanted to get in there, didn't you?

- [Rose] No, you sick b*stard!

- Go in. See what's inside.

- Stop!

No!

What the f*ck?

What? What's he doing here?

- Look around.

- What? What is this?

- Look around you.

Where are we?

- How did you do this?

- You are Jennifer Richardson.

Not Rose Yardley. You are my daughter.

- I'm not your daughter.

- Clara is your stepmom.

Patrick is your stepbrother.

- I'm not your daughter.

- You are, Jennifer.

You are.

- No, no, you're wrong.

Jennifer's dead.

- No, she...

- [Rose] She did.

I, I held her until her

last breath. She's dead.

- This is all my fault.

I'm so sorry, sweetie.

I should've gotten you the help you needed

when you came home that day.

You were in shock.

You were Jennifer in those woods,

and he was chasing you.

You were Jennifer when he k*lled

your roommate. (indistinct)

(soft music)

(bells jingling)

When you woke up, you were rose.

You didn't know where you were, who I was.

You freaked out.

This went on for days.

Finally, I decided to treat you as Rose.

I tried everything. (indistinct)

I wanted my daughter back.

And I called the Yardley's

to see if they wanted

Rose's belongings from the apartment.

They said no. It was too painful for them.

So I brought it all here,

and I recreated her room for

you so you'd feel comfortable.

The world knew who Rose

Yardley died that day.

But you played it

differently in your head.

You, Jennifer, were the survivor,

but (indistinct).

You thought Jennifer was dead.

In your mind, she has been ever since.

- You're trying to tell me

that I've been pretending

to be someone else for a year?

- Not pretending.

It's not your fault. It

was a trauma response.

You created this other

personality to escape the pain

of what happened to you guys.

- So, so I've just been

going out into the world

as, as somebody who's dead,

and nobody says anything?

That doesn't make any sense.

- We took you out of school.

You never left the property

again after that day, Jennifer.

It was too risky. People

would think you're crazy.

They would've taken you from me.

- No.

No. You're, you're lying.

This...

How do you think I got

here for the sessions?

There's, there's no way.

This, this isn't my room.

You're f*cking with me. That's it.

This is some hypnotherapy bullshit.

You can't accept that she's gone.

So you're trying to

convince me that I'm her.

Is that it?

- You stay in here most of the day.

You watch movies. You

write in your journal.

(soft music continues)

We brought Rose's world to you.

She was the one that dealt with

addiction problems, not you.

You told me about this after

you guys moved in together,

hiding alcohol under the bed.

We made sure everything was accurate.

I had to, if it wasn't, you'd freak out.

You, you'd know the difference.

For a while, you were okay

being in here every day.

Then you'd be restless.

I knew you needed to get out.

So every morning before you'd wake up,

Clara would bring down a cup of tea,

set it on your bedside table.

And when you drink it,

we put something in it

to knock you out for just a little bit

so we could get you to

the end of the driveway

so you could jog.

It was one of your favorite

things to do before.

It was the only thing that connected

you to yourself, Jennifer.

Your body knew who you

were, but your mind didn't.

- No, my roommate brings

me tea in the room.

- Who is your new roommate then?

Have you heard their

voice, seen their face?

- No.

- How many times can you recall waking up

in the grass before a jog?

You just went along with it, right?

Accepting you were so tired,

you probably just passed out.

- Oh, what, what about-

- Getting home?

When you were done, I'd come

find you and sedate you.

Bring you back to the house

and get you back in this room

so you wouldn't know the difference.

I know it's extreme.

Clara didn't like it.

It was consuming our lives,

but it was the only way.

I couldn't let you see the

house outside of this room.

In your head, rose is who you are.

Running anything different

at a time when you weren't ready,

would've caused catastrophic

damage to your brain.

- And what about last night? The storm.

Me staying here?

Why?

- You're getting

ahead of yourself.

You didn't just take on

one other personality.

(Arthur grunting)

(insects chirping)

- Oh my God! Jennifer!

Hi.

How are you? I haven't

seen you in like a year.

We were all so bummed when

you had to leave school.

How are you holding up?

- What did you call me?

- Uh.

Jennifer.

Are you okay?

Jennifer? Jennifer, stop.

Jennifer, stop. (grunting)

Jennifer. (coughing)

Jennifer, stop.

- Grab her!

(Britt coughing)

(Jennifer screaming)

Come on.

- [Patrick] Let's go, let's go, let's go.

(engine rumbling)

- We had no choice but to take that girl.

She knew who you were.

If she told anyone, they

may have come for you.

I couldn't let that happen.

We were just gonna bring her back.

I was gonna try hypnotherapy on her

to make her forget what happened that day.

I never been able to do

it in just one session.

But I was gonna try.

Anything to protect you, sweetie.

But you,

you did something horrible.

(soft music continues)

- Run.

- You hunted and k*lled

her just like Arthur did.

You were Rose practically but now,

you were Arthur too.

I knew I needed to start

treating you immediately.

I, I couldn't let this take

over you. So that's what we did.

Put you in the car and

drive you up to the house

when you were waking up.

I let you get out on your own.

We thought we trigger

yourself if you'd see me.

I made it work The first night.

You didn't know a thing.

(soft music continues)

(door thuds)

- Hello, I'm Dr. Richardson.

So nice to meet you.

- Doc, Dr. Richardson.

- You called me, wanted

to set up an appointment,

and said you were having trouble sleeping.

- Yeah.

- Please, come in.

I'd do this again and again.

The same routine over and over.

You were Rose Yardley seeing a therapist

for the traumatic event

that happened to you

and your friend Jennifer.

I was trying everything that month

to try and cure you of this.

Then I realized the only

thing that made Rose go away

was when you saw that girl.

So I thought, what if I

get another one out here

and you not know it until

you're in this room as Rose.

I wanted to see if it would work.

So I devised a plan and

I had Patrick go find us

another girl similar to Rose,

someone who would embody what she was.

But that didn't work

either. You k*lled again.

(Perry panting and screaming)

So that's when I came up with the idea

to keep you outside of the room as Rose.

I needed to find a way

to make it work, sweetie.

The storm was perfect.

We'd make it seem like

you had no place to go.

The following day, we'd make

sure the car didn't start.

I did a little work on Patrick and Clara.

One.

Two.

Three. (snapping)

But it didn't stick.

- You think we should

put the fuel relay pump

back in the car?

- Ae you still having nightmares?

- I'm sorry.

- It's really not easy to

pull off in just one session.

Then we get to Arthur here.

He saw you here after one of his sessions.

In that moment, he became fixated on you.

He told me about his fantasies

of this college girl,

just never realized he was

referring to my daughter.

I knew I should have reported him.

What he told me was truly

disturbing but I didn't.

He stopped seeing me a couple weeks

before he kidnapped you both.

I never put two and two together.

I never realized it was him

that kidnapped you last year.

But yesterday when you said that phrase,

I knew it immediately.

- Do you know what's better

than a day at the beach?

A day in hell.

- Then it clicked for me.

You said you wanted to do

to him what he did to you.

So I went and paid him a visit.

Psycho was still cowering

at his mother's place.

That address I had on record.

He never even left town

after what he did to you.

If you k*ll him, I think

you'll bring Jennifer back

and get rid of Rose and

Arthur in your mind for good.

That's my theory anyway.

I know I messed this all up, sweetie.

I'm responsible for you

k*lling these women.

- Dr. Richardson.

- I just want my daughter back.

- No, no. Stop, stop, stop, stop!

No, no! (groaning)

I don't believe you. Stop.

- Look, Jennifer.

Just look at it.

(soft music continues)

(Arthur breathing heavily)

Remember what you said?

You wanted do to him what he did to you.

Only this time, he doesn't get away.

- No.

- You have to, sweetie.

- No, no, I can't.

- Look at the knife, Jennifer.

- I'm,

I'm Rose.

- No, you're not. This

is what k*lled Rose.

This is what broke you, sweetie.

- No, no!

(Arthur grunting)

(knife thuds)

(Arthur groaning)

(Jennifer grunting)

(Jennifer screaming)

(Jennifer screaming and grunting)

(clock ticking)

I, I, I did it, Daddy.

I survived.

Why not have him take

the fall for everything?

- Try explaining all these

stab wounds as self-defense,

plus dead men can't confess to a crime.

The world likes everything

wrapped up in a tiny little bow.

- Instant gratification.

- Exactly.

- But Patrick.

- Don't worry, sweetie.

I've got something that'll

help you forget all about that.

Okay?

I love you so much. Missed you.

- [Jennifer] I love you too, Daddy.

- [Richardson] Why did

you kidnap your stepsister

last year, Patrick?

And k*ll her roommate Rose?

- 'Cause I hated her.

She was the golden daughter

and I was the shitty

stepson you never wanted.

- [Richardson] And why did you

k*ll all of these women now?

- The hunger for k*lling after Rose,

it just, it got stronger.

- [Richardson] Why did

you k*ll your mother?

- 'Cause she, she found out

and she was gonna turn me in.

So, so I shot her in the

kitchen and got the g*n

and ran after you and Jennifer,

and you fought me and you got the g*n

and shot me in self-defense.

- [Richardson] Good job, Patrick.

Wait right there, okay?

My stepson, he's lost his mind.

He, he k*lled all those women

who've been reported missing.

He k*lled my wife. Please send someone.

Hurry!

(soft music)

- Why are we in here, Dad?

- I know you have a ton of questions.

I know there's a lot

of gaps in your memory.

I'm gonna make you feel better. Okay?

One.

Two.

Three. (snaps)

(soft music)

(insects chirping)

- Boo.

- Hey.

(soft music continues)

Have a good jog?

- Yeah. It was refreshing.

- Cool.

- What's for dinner?

- I just ordered us some takeout.

- Ooh, yummy.

(Richardson chuckles)

(soft music continues)

- It should be here any second.

- [Jennifer] All right.

(soft music continues)

(indistinct)

(soft music continues)

(gravel crunching)

(soft music continues)

(car dinging)

- How's it going?

- Good.

- Found us, eh?

- Yes.

- All right.

- Good.

- (indistinct).

(soft music continues)

- So, I know they didn't tell you this,

but if you wanna tip me

on the app you can or...

- I'll do it on the app. Thank you.

- Okay, great. Thanks.

- Hey!

(blade clinks)

(woman grunting)

(body thuds)

You didn't think you'd get

rid of me that easy, did you?

(Jennifer laughing)

(soft music continues)