[Footsteps]
[Grinding Gears]
[Music Playing]
[Gasping]
[Bones Cracking]
[Door Creaking Open]
[Clears Throat]
- I'm here for my eight o'clock.
- Your first name?
- Lenny.
I know, doctor patient
romance is forbidden, but
what's the etiquette on
patient cute receptionist?
It's frowned upon.
Up the stairs to the right.
[Music Playing]
[Foot Stomp]
- I don't know.
- Hey, you need a name tag!
[Music Playing]
[Gasping]
My demons are my own.
My demons are my own.
[Door Closes]
How long have you been
seeing Dr. Hedonia?
- I've been seeing the
doctor for about a year.
First patient.
For this uh...
program that is.
- I just started.
- Alright.
Is your incident recent?
- Last fall.
- Not even a scar.
Still a wound.
Paroxetine?
- Venlafaxine.
- You're on that first mountain.
It's not the tallest,
but it's the hardest
one to conquer.
Pills are a steady
rope and harness,
but being physical, that's
some good hiking boots.
- Physical?
- You know, get into a fight.
Even get your a*s kicked.
Maybe even a one night stand.
- I, I, I don't wanna fight.
- Then you definitely need to.
[Music Playing]
- At least I'm not the last.
- That's an interesting name.
- I'll take it as a compliment.
- Oh, please do.
Dr. Hedonia says to make
a new friend each day.
- Break the cycle.
Lenny: Maybe that's
why we are here.
To see how each of us does it.
Dev: We're here because
we're f*cked up.
Lenny: What about you, ginger?
[Distant Screams]
Are you f*cked up?
[Music Playing]
[Door Closes]
I see we're short a shipmate.
Unfortunately, this is the only
room large enough for group.
Let's start with a
present centered exercise
and make use of the t*rd.
Has anyone experienced
turmoil lately?
Don't look at me, Doc.
Dev?
I've experienced frustration.
- What caused the frustration?
- I was being ignored.
- And what was
your core emotion?
- Anger.
- What was the reason
for your anger?
- Because I was ignored.
I was at the bar and
this guy was ignoring me.
- What triggered you?
- I felt marginalized.
- Unworthy?
- Alone.
I feel alone a lot now.
That's why I went to the
bar in the first place.
- Good. And what
was your action?
- I, I smashed a beer
bottle over their head.
- Okay. An overcompensation
for a feeling of inadequacy.
- I, I didn't want to hurt him.
He, he, he just, he
just wasn't listening.
- Close your eyes, Dev.
Take a breath.
[Deep Breathing]
Now, imagine a wooden
table in front of you.
On this table are four mallets.
Mallets of all different sizes.
On the far right is a
massive circus mallet.
One that you would use
to swing in an attempt
to hit a ball and win a
comedically large prize.
The mallets lay in
ascending order. On the left
is a tiny mallet
built for a mouse.
Pick each up and
feel its weight.
Select the mallet that you
chose to solve this situation.
Do you have it in
your hand, Dev?
- Yes. It feels good.
- This mallet is too heavy,
but it's not the first time.
Keep the mallet up, Dev.
Remember the smashed
bottle over their head.
Repeat this memory in your mind.
The swinging of the bottle,
the shattering sound
of the glass and the
spilling of the blood.
The swinging of the bottle,
the shattering sound
of the glass and the
spilling of the blood.
The swinging of the bottle,
the shattering sound
of the glass and the
spilling of the blood.
The swinging of the bottle,
the shattering sound of glass
and the spilling of the blood.
- It's heavy.
- If it's heavy why did you
use such a large mallet?
- I was scared.
- You were scared. Is it
okay to be scared Dev?
- It's okay to be scared.
- You don't have to
carry this weight.
This is not the
mallet you should use.
You reacted via
past experiences,
not in the present
moment in the bar.
That's trauma.
Pick a smaller mallet.
Really feel its
weight in your hand.
Isn't it still powerful?
Could you use that
mallet to solve problems?
Open your eyes, Dev.
Hmm.
[Door Closes]
Welcome Oday.
[Music Playing]
We are all here.
And now that we're here,
we can help each other.
You have the right
to feel anxious.
Sharing in a group
setting isn't easy.
It's vulnerable,
but you'll have to
take the leap of trust
with each other just as
you learned to trust me
during our one-on-one sessions.
Because you are all
bound by the limits
of legal confidentiality.
How are we sleeping? Are
we well rested today?
I wouldn't call it sleeping.
A lot of nightmares.
Be vigilant in your
sleep plans and goals.
Sleep deprivation is detrimental
to your self care.
Self care is how you regrasp
the reins of your minds.
- I'm following the plans
and sleeping better.
- Thank you, Dev.
A few rules before we start.
Rule number one,
stay in your seat.
Group therapy can
be challenging,
which leads to rule number two.
No touching, be it
combative or comforting.
There will be time for that.
Here we use our words
to express our emotions.
Rule three, group therapy
functions as a family unit,
sharing and listening.
Rule four, do not communicate
outside of group.
The work needs to be done here.
Rule five, anonymity.
First names only.
Protecting identities
is important,
especially for this group.
Final rule, which you
all know, cell phones.
Put them in the basket.
And put them on silent.
No interruptions.
We are here to work.
[Music Playing]
It's okay. When you're ready.
What? I don't have a phone.
- Everybody has a phone.
- I don't.
Dr. Hedonia: Lenny doesn't
do well with possessions.
October, do you trust me?
- I do.
- Oday?
- Yes.
- If I trust everyone
in this room,
can we momentarily extend
our faith to each other?
Dev: I don't wanna
be afraid anymore.
- Who wants to share first?
Ginger hadn't said
sh*t since she came in.
Maybe she should go first.
Phone: I am not going first.
Trauma is emotional,
but for some it is also
physical causing limitation.
I guess that makes me the
as*h*le of the group. Fine.
I'll go first. Where do I start?
Why don't you start
with who you were before?
Alright.
I worked in an office.
I was living the
American dream, well
pursuing it at least.
I wanted to get a
piece of that pie, a house.
It was mine. And no
matter what happened,
that was my slice.
That was my dream.
And inside was a vault of all
the possessions that defined
who I was.
From the wallpaper
to the furniture,
to the paintings.
It was a collection
of household erotica
that set me into a state
of copacetic bliss.
A bubble of comfort that,
fed a thought, that I could
and did control my world.
I was lie.
I'd always come home at
the same time each night.
But that night,
it was the last night
and my heart sank.
As I stood there
and watched my house burn.
The flames overwhelmed
everything I ever known.
The sense of loss
and pain that should have
spread through every fiber
of my muscles,
dissipated like a fog.
into the heat fueled
by burning possessions
that scorched my face.
Then beyond the night's
breach, the fire
danced in my eyes
and the man was liberated.
[Music Playing]
Emancipated by the
weight of my life.
I saw the crumbling
concrete walls
and the false
securities I had built.
And to further perplex
these taunting thoughts.
I saw a ghostly image
drifting through the fire.
He was a haunted
mirrored version.
Staring back, defiant.
Screaming without words,
"You are free".
And as he faded away with
the dying flames, I began
to know this man
unrealized, living inside me.
I let him stride to
the front of my mind
and welcomed him to breathe,
heavy in suspiration.
That's f*cking bullshit.
Yeah, it's traumatic,
but it's not trauma.
You didn't get burned.
You just lost stuff
in an accident.
That's what insurance is for.
An accelerant was used on a
timing device to ignite
moments before I got home.
Someone planned that.
They knew my house
meant everything to me.
The problem isn't
that, I lost my house.
Or that someone had an unknown
vendetta against me.
I watched my house burn
and I began to love the
fire, the destruction.
- That's f*cked
- Oday.
Well, he's right Doctor.
- It's a fine initial reaction,
but I'll ask you to
elaborate, Oday.
Don't stop.
Tell Lenny what
you really think.
Well listen, you
embraced it. That's f*cked.
But better land
on a new side than
to be a forever rolling die.
I'll watch anything, burn.
Accidents happen.
People been hurt
because of my addiction.
So I fight it.
- It is every day, every hour.
I get that struggle.
Your secret's safe with me.
- Your secret's safe
with me. That's a bond.
Let's use October's words
as a group affirmation.
A little lame I know,
but it builds trust.
1, 2, 3.
Group: Your secret's
safe with me.
Group therapy only works
if everyone stays engaged.
Phone: Your secret's
safe with me.
You should share next.
Doc, I can go. I...I don't mind.
- It's important that we
confront the doubt
within the group
as we move forward.
Lenny, do you trust her?
Not yet.
She going to type her
whole f*cking story out?
[Music Playing]
[Paper Rip]
Would you care to share the
note with the group, October?
- It says, "f*ck off twat".
[Group Laughter]
I am always going to support
laughter in our group,
but outward aggression is
directing away from your pain.
In the future,
let's stay with the emotion
and explore it together.
[Music Playing]
The story I want to
share is not my own.
My account isn't as important.
His story, his pain, that's
where I find strength.
- [Speech Impediment]
His story, his pain.
That's where I find strength.
There in the damp, in the cold,
as his blood dries
another day of beating,
mixed with the
putrid smells
of the underground.
His spirit broken.
She came again
and again
to each unknown
passing day outside,
to break him
once more.
It was her pleasure.
[Door Opens]
- Oh, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no.
[Crying] Please.
[Boot Steps]
Please. Please.
Please.
[Boot Steps]
[Bag Crunch]
- No more, no more.
Please.
Woman: Pain is pleasure.
Emotionally and physically.
[Heavy Breathing]
[Torch Ignites]
[Boot Steps]
Do you hate me?
- I just want it to stop.
My family died in a fire.
I hear the screaming.
I was cooked alive.
Third degree burns head to
toe,
third degree burns beyond pain.
Then nothing.
Severe nerve damage,
complete loss
of skin sensitivity,
complete loss of skin.
The psychologists argue
I put up a mental block on
all my senses. I disagree.
I can't feel anymore.
First I must feel.
Then I'll set you free.
To feel is to be human.
Help me feel. Help me be.
[Smack]
Oh yes, I taste it. The
anticipation of my strike.
Stings your nerves and
contract your muscles.
[Aroused Gasp]
[Slice]
[Slice]
[Painful Scream]
Exactly what I needed.
Ah, but I don't
wanna be selfish.
Let me give you pleasure too.
- Stop. I'm married.
- She's not gonna find out.
I always dispose of
the bodies properly.
Oh, here we go.
I knew you'd enjoy it.
[Heavy Breathing]
[Moaning]
I'll tell you what, if
you don't c*m, I won't k*ll
your wife.
[Music Playing]
[Moaning]
[Shameful Gasp]
[Crying]
- Just kidding. I
already k*lled her.
Her torment was euphoria.
She screamed out for you.
Until I cut out her tongue.
That silenced the
little ginger b*tch.
- I don't believe you.
- [Mocking] You
don't believe me.
- I don't believe you.
- I cut it out.
That little
tattoo on her right hip.
Look at it Charles. So cute.
Wish I had soft
skin for a tattoo.
- I'm sorry.
[Crying] I'm sorry Claire.
[Slice]
[Slice]
[Screams]
My skin is crawling.
Thank you. My sweet pet.
[Deep Breath] The
pleasure will endure.
[Music Playing]
Cut me again.
[Slice]
[Grunt]
To feel is to be human.
[Smack]
To feel is to be human.
[Smacks]
To feel is to be human.
[Screaming]
[Crash. Woman Breaking Jars]
[Scoffs]
[Scrap]
[Crunches Foot]
No, not fair.
You know, I had this calico cat
named Ghost as a child.
She was a present from
my parents when I was 10.
I think they wanted to
teach me responsibility.
Ghost like to hide and
wait for the perfect moment
to jump out and scare me.
And then I'd playfully
chase her back.
I loved that cat.
And then when I was 17,
I got this beater car,
so excited
and backing it out of the
driveway for the first time
I ran over ghost.
I could feel her
squish under the tire.
Her little bones crunch.
She let out this
screeching meow.
It stung my heart.
And I knew right
away what I've done.
I, I dashed to my pet.
She'd been hiding.
And breathing her last
breaths I could sense
she wanted to tell
me something thing.
So I leaned in.
Her majestic eyes stared back.
Do you want to know
what the eyes of my
beloved childhood cat told me?
- Tell me my sweet pet.
- "Go f*ck yourself!
You ran over me with a car!"
[Laughs]
[Slice]
[Gurgling Blood]
You win.
[Boot Steps]
[Music Playing]
[Door Shuts]
[Chains Clink]
[Bag Rips]
[Chains Rattling]
[Primal Scream]
My husband's dying words were
f*ck you in your mouth.
He gave me, he gave me
the courage to escape her.
But every minute awake
and asleep, I dream
of k*lling her.
Not for vengeance, though.
I fear she'll find me again and
place me back in the dark.
Why didn't you k*ll
her when you escaped?
[Heavy Breathing]
There was a type of guard,
someone like us converted into
one of her obedient
lit, little pets.
Had to go through him to escape.
I waited for her.
She never came back.
- I heard about that
last year? Yeah.
The police found all
those chained up gimps!
- I wouldn't have been able
to face her then.
I would've been
crippled in terror.
She still has a power
over me. I know that.
I'm just, I'm ready
to take it back.
Your secrets are
safe with me.
- Dev, I think you
reserve the right
to share next.
- My incident happened
because I had a friend
who cried out for help,
but I wasn't listening.
It wasn't her first attempt.
I...I didn't hear her
until she was screaming.
We tried to make up for it,
but ended up in
a horrible place.
At the wrong time.
[Splash]
Lane: I can't remember the
last time it was just
the three of us.
It's like old times.
Dev: I'm just happy
you dumped Chelsea.
Usually the fourth
wheel's a good thing.
But she was a flat tire.
- She wasn't that bad dude.
- She was pretty bad.
- Chelsea was fun.
- She lost your dog.
- And she blamed it on Dev.
- Is that true?
- Yeah.
- Okay. In that
case, Chelsea sucked.
But she was hot. And
you said she was hot.
So that kind of balances
her out a little bit.
- For you.
For us she was just a b*tch.
- You can do better Lane.
- Thank you Pam.
I, I need to hydrate.
- What now princess?
- Of course, you
brought sparkling water.
- I didn't realize
this excursion was timed.
- Thought we were on a hike.
Not a frolic.
- I have weak ankles.
- Should have brought milk.
- I don't like the
viscosity of milk.
Plus milk outs...
- I should have come by myself!
- f*ck.
[Rope Tightens]
[Chair Falls]
[Choking]
[Rope Snaps]
[Scream]
[Distant Screach]
- You guys hear that?
Is it an animal?
- We're in the woods. Nature
tends to have animals.
Could be a squirrel,
deer, hare, fox...
- Could you shut
up for a minute?
[Distant Music Note]
- Is that music?
- I hear something too.
Dev: Definitely music.
Lane: Maybe.
Dev: Sounds classical.
Lane: Sounds like it.
Dev: Maybe they can
join your band Lane.
- Not in a band, d*ck!
You know, Mint broke
up in seventh grade.
I don't like to talk about it.
- And you still haven't
joined a new one?
- Eat a d*ck. Both of you.
- It's coming from over there.
- Yeah.
No, no, no, no. We're
not going over there.
Let's stick to the path.
- I agree with the pea brain.
- This is a chance
for an adventure.
- Looks like a chance
for ticks.
- I need this.
I know why you guys
agreed to come up here.
You both hate hiking.
- No we don't.
[Distant Music Notes]
- You're gonna pity me,
then I'm gonna use it.
- Did you really just
play the guilt trip card
on your best friend?
- Not very subtle.
And you are a distant
second BFF.
- Bullshit.
- Consider my card played.
- Noted. But you're
bear food first princess.
- How chivalrous!
- sh*t!
Lane: [Laughing] Instant karma.
- I don't think you comprehend
that concept completely.
Pam: God, what is in your bag?
No wonder your slow.
- Just the essentials.
- It's a five hour
hike. Round trip.
- You never know. I got snacks.
[Music Playing]
[Birds Chirping]
[Babbling Brook]
[Music Playing]
[Distant Violin Notes]
Wow.
[Distant Violin]
- It's a violin.
- Hillbillies.
- Hillbillies play the banjo
and live in West Virginia.
- Mountainbillies?
- There's a stone
house up there.
- sh*t.
[Violin Music Playing]
Lane: Hey, we heard your music.
Is that an original piece?
Dev: I...I don't
think he heard you.
- I think he's deaf.
- That was beautiful.
[Rope Tightens]
[Eerie Violin Music ]
What's your name?
f*ck! Sorry man.
- Lane.
[Chain Clink]
[Menacing Violin Music ]
Lane: Yo, back
the f*ck up, dude.
Lane.
[Slice]
[Gasp]
[Blood Gurgling]
[Scream]
[Music Playing]
Dev! Dev!
[Panting]
Pam: Stop!
- Let go!
Don't touch me!
- Stop please!
- Let me go.
- We're running
in the wrong direction.
- I don't care.
- We're going to
get lost if we aren't already.
- He cut his throat
open Pam! Pam, why?
Why'd he do that? Why?
- I know.
- Lane's dead.
- I know, but if
we don't go back
and find a path, we are
going to die in these woods.
- I can't. I can't.
- You wanna be alone in these
woods with that man at night?
- I get it.
- Okay.
And then we go back together.
Lane brought a knife.
We protect each other.
We protect each other.
- Remember, if he comes at
us, we take him together.
- Something happened.
- Don't think...
- I've been a bad friend.
I wasn't there for you.
I'm so sorry. You have to do
that to get our attention.
I, I should have, I should
have.
- Listen. Listen.
- I should have.
- I don't wanna die anymore.
Okay?
Dev: He's really dead.
- Watch. I'll grab the knife.
Pam: Okay. Okay.
[Crying] Lane.
- Have you got the knife yet?
- f*ck.
- Hurry.
- Got it.
- I should have been
nicer.
- Come on.
- I should have been nicer.
- Focus Dev.
- Look the path!
[Wire Snap]
[Gas b*mb Sizzle]
[Coughing And Choking]
Pam: Wake up.
Dev, wake up!
Wake up.
Dev.
Dev.
Pam: Please, I don't wanna die.
[Musical Mock]
Why are you doing this?
[Musical Mock]
Dev.
Dev go!
- Agh!
[Slice]
[Gasp]
- Dev.
Dev, don't leave me.
[Violin Music]
Dev, please.
Don't leave.
Dev, you're my best friend.
Please Dev!
- I'm sorry Pam. I'm sorry.
- No Dev.
I'm sorry Pam. I'm sorry.
- Please no!
- I'm sorry!
[Music Playing]
Certain music I can't listen to.
It's why I have these.
I have a seizure or worse.
Enter into a fugue
state and blackout.
Last time I came to, I was
running down the
middle of the street.
No shoes. Never found them.
Don't know why
they were missing.
That was four miles from home.
Always four miles from home.
And the few times
I hear the bow hit the strings
and then I hurt someone
that doesn't deserve it.
And I realize what I've done
of course I run.
Fight or flight,
flight that's me.
A candy a*s who left
his friends to die!
Dr. Hedonia found me when
I was on 51-50 watch.
That's why I'm here.
- There are several
ways to snap.
No shame in one over another.
- Hell, you're not a pyro and
at least you got your tongue.
- The worst part,
the police never
recovered their bodies
or found any
substantial evidence.
He's still out there.
- Did the violinist ever speak?
As you see, it's not just
deep trauma that you all share.
It's uncertainty
and lack of closure.
You are not alone.
This next part
and feeling is no different
than an A.A. meeting.
Oday: [Scoffs] Yeah.
Well, I really could use a drink
after Forrest Gump
and the mute's story.
Hey, little bit
of medicine helps
the demons go down.
Wow!
- I do not condone
drinking during group.
- We're bonding doc. All
right, take it easy.
Here marshmallow, take a swig.
That'll keep you from running.
[Coughs]
- Let's take a five
minute break. Hmm.
Bathrooms are in the lobby.
[Bones Cracking]
Oday: Do you mind?
[Music Playing]
- Moon is out.
- There's a dark
truth in that room.
It's refreshing.
- We're like wolves.
Either we'll eat each other
alive or we'll become a clan.
- Perhaps.
Hearing everyone's story
I have a feeling the
worst was left for last.
- And then there were two.
- In the land of the monsters,
who is king or queen?
- The real monsters
are the ones who hide it.
What are you writing?
[Music Playing]
I used to be afraid like you.
Even worse,
I was terrified
to breathe too loud.
Want to know the secret?
- I can't go on like this.
- Always be ready.
- I can't k*ll anyone.
- Yes, you can.
- It's in all of us.
And I don't guilt
you for running,
but you may not have a choice
next time.
- Next time?
- One way, our demons
will come for us again.
And that at least I know.
[Door Shuts]
- There are five main lines.
And it's about how they cross,
how they combine at the right
event, the right persons,
and the perfect timing.
Lenny: Do the stars lineup?
- We'll find out soon enough.
[Bones Cracking]
[Boom]
Shadow: [Whisper]
Don't trust them.
[Piano Notes]
Dev: Will you stop it?
- You think we're
her craziest group?
Dev: Wait, there
are other groups?
Oday: Hell, I just wanna know
what she does back there.
- She writes notes
on how mental we are.
[Door Opens]
- Lenny, what scares you
about having possessions?
- I guess I'm afraid
of losing everything.
You know, again.
- Would you extend that
to personal connections?
- Sure. I don't trust people.
- You expressed to me
before that your
relationships are superficial.
They lack history.
Before you can have a
relationship with others,
you need to have a
healthy one with yourself.
Tell the group who you
lost in the fire Lenny.
- No.
[Grunting]
- Stay with the emotion,
but stay in your seat.
[Menacing Laugh]
I didn't lose anyone.
I lived alone.
- Who did you lose Lenny?
- I don't want to do this.
- Underneath the rage
is pain. Identify it.
This is the lost path back.
- Shut up!
- Stay with me. Don't run.
- I'm not like that b*tch Dev!
I like who I am! I
don't want to remember.
- I like who you are too Lenny.
It's only a
dissociative disorder
if the current
state is undesired.
- Stop staring at me.
- Step over the edge. No one
here is going to hurt you.
- I can't trust
these f*cking freaks.
- Okay, that's a fair
expression to the group.
- I wanna know Lenny.
Oday: Rip this scab off man.
- I don't remember who I was
before the fire.
- Like amnesia.
- Most triggers that
could jog Lenny's memory
were lost in his house fire.
Lenny suffers from selective
dissociative amnesia.
Specifically memories
linked to his core identity
that were eclipsed
by his trauma.
- You don't remember
anything about yourself.
- The foundation is there,
but nothing that
makes a house a home.
- Lenny was very brave,
but let's give him a moment.
I know you all can
relate to his struggle.
Someone, something
has been stripped
away from your identities.
Let's not address it as
a positive or
negative attribute.
Instead,
understand your identities
lack the tools
to deal with the new self.
We're here to
acquire those tools
and to direct that
metamorphosis.
For Oday's case
it was a very deranged
transformation.
Oday: I can see why Dr.
Hedonia brought us together.
I was also captured,
but I was alone.
[Bell Ringing]
[Subway Rattling]
[Intercom Murmurs]
Voice Over: I always took a
nap on the way home from work.
Someone took notice.
[Thud. Body Falls.]
[Gate Closes And Locks]
[Gasp]
[Grunts]
Oday: Hey!
Hey!
Can you hear me?
Voice Over: The first
day of my capture,
I howled screams, upon
screams, upon screams.
Until my voice unheard, faded.
Oday: Help!
Voice Over: Muzzling
even my mind.
[Bell Ring]
Oday: Hey!
Hey!
Help!
[Splash]
[Screams]
[Slurping]
[Train]
[Rain]
[Bell Ring]
[Splash] [Splash]
[Splash] [Splash]
[Splash]
[Splash]
[Ring] [Ring]
[Splash]
Voice Over: Each day
the well felt deeper,
the sky
farther away.
All your left is a denominator
of thoughts
and waiting.
[Whispers]
[Eerie Whispers]
[Squeak]
Oday: Please, please,
you can't keep me in here.
I have a family.
Oday's Mind: Repetition
breaks the spirit.
Drains the mind.
Molds it in its liking.
I must escape.
Oday: You're mocking me! I
can hear your whispers.
I can hear your secrets.
Voice Over: It's then when the
desire for the pattern
becomes its greatest.
[Whispers]
Oday's Mind:
Don't let him control you.
Don't let him control you.
Oday: Hey!
Show yourself.
You f*cking cowards!
Yeah, I'll come up there
and throw you down here
and rip those arms off.
Yeah. And ring the bell on you!
[Laugh]
[Ring]
Voice Over: After that,
the water continued,
but not the food.
Instead came the hunger.
[Screaming]
[Growling]
Oday: I'm not your anim...
I'm not your animal!
I'm not hungry.
[Deep Breathing]
I'm not cold.
I'm not hungry.
I'm not hungry. No.
Ah.
Ugh. Ah.
[Whispers]
Maybe just a bite.
[Whispers]
With ice cream.
With two scoops.
Yeah.
And a steak rare.
No!
[Depraved Whispers]
Well done.
[Whimpering]
[Ring]
[Squeak]
[Clink]
[Squish]
Voice Over: I was starving.
Yet, I knew what I felt.
[Ring]
[Splash]
[Bell]
[Splash]
[Ring]
[Music Playing]
Voice Over: The blood
crystallized my starvation.
And the moon murmured its
secrets.
There is no escape.
There is only hunger.
[Howling]
[Ring]
Oday: No! Take it back.
I don't want it anymore.
Voice Over:
Then I felt a stir
in my soul.
Oday: I know what you want.
Voice Over: Murky clouds arose.
Oday: Their plotting.
Their scheming.
Voice Over: Primordial.
As in my own.
So I stood in a vial of soup,
beyond exhaustion.
I succumb to the moon.
My hand ascends
independent of its own.
[Music Playing]
The rest of me followed
shadow-like,
hunger washing over me.
[Rings]
The blood moon kissing my skin.
[Rings]
I surrendered
with tongue and teeth
beyond the horizon
of humanity.
[Clink]
[Chewing]
[Gnarling]
Lenny: Let me get this straight.
You ate...
f*ck.
Oday: I'm not trying to
make any excuses. Okay.
I know what I did,
what I've done.
- Tell the group what you
discovered in the well.
- I never let myself get hungry.
That's what causes an urge.
Dev: I think I'm gonna be sick.
October: What does a
bleeding moon look like?
- Claire!
Lenny: Huh? She has a name.
- How dare you use my name!
- That door only
leads to more pain.
We are a better path.
- I wanted to get
my family back.
But the man that came out of
that hole was not a husband.
He was not a father.
My wife saw what I became
and she took my kids away.
And I didn't stop her.
Please. I am human.
I don't wanna be
a monster anymore.
[Crying]
- Claire, It's human to survive.
Oday is not your tormentor,
but he arises the same anger.
We can use that.
Oday.
Are you willing to
participate in an exercise?
- Yes.
If it'll keep Claire
from leaving. Yes.
[Hits Door]
This is stupid.
Dr. Hedonia: It's the
meat and potatoes.
If you're not convinced
afterwards, you can leave.
Arms folded over your chest.
Spin in three circles for me.
One...
Two...
Three...
[Music Playing]
Start with a small,
lean, gentle.
Get used to everyone's touch.
As Claire falls softly
push her onto someone else.
A hypersensitive
reaction is normal.
Tell us how you feel.
Claire: Um, dizzy.
- And beyond the circle?
- Exhausted.
Like, like I'm treading water.
All the time.
- You're damaged. The
world is overwhelming.
And now you have each other.
Understanding is support.
Lean more and
undress your fears.
Lenny: Is that a smile?
[Claire Laughing]
- How do you feel now?
[Giggles]
- Huh? Like a...
like a kid.
- When we have a good
time, we feel safe.
And when we feel safe, our
subconscious can surface
and let us digest our pain.
Keep clear up. She trusts us.
There is an impossible
wall in front of you.
A goliath momentous burden.
But when you finally set
your mind in a new direction,
you'll suddenly
see that it is true
and there is a clear path.
No matter the outcome.
The horrible weight
becomes light in your heart.
Real clarity. Real
clarity. Stop.
[Sobbing]
- I think I'm ready to share.
Dr. Hedonia: Wonderful.
That's wonderful.
- It's rare I leave my house,
I'm a paranoid agoraphobe.
Though I'd argue my
fears have merit.
Coming to this group and seeing
Dr. Hedonia have
been steps I thought
I wasn't capable of taking.
I think it's important
I tell about the first
time I broke the cycle.
Because I recognize the
importance of accepting help.
[Digging]
Voice Over: Alone
with my thoughts
I prefer the company
of the macabre.
Death is knowing,
promising, comforting.
It is myself that I fear.
The long empty hall,
the empty rooms,
the solitude in the dark.
It is the screams unheard.
The screams unanswered.
The sound of silence
that haunts my mind.
In these quiet hours,
the darkest of night.
Unatural thoughts
creep through my mind.
Notions slither over
my skin, softly.
They're cool, touch,
soothing, distracting.
But here alone, my
demons are my own.
[Ball Bouncing]
The nightmare is the same.
[Ball Bouncing]
A figure approaching.
Voice: [Whisper] Let me in.
A knock at the door.
A wrapping at the walls.
[distant screams]
A cl*max of all my senses.
After the incident,
I became withdrawn.
Not depressed, but numb.
[Screams]
[Knocking]
It starts with a knock.
Always at night.
[Knock Knock Knock]
A peculiar hour for most, but
my condition had worsened.
Only nights were manageable.
Shadow: Take your little
pills, fool yourself.
[Knock]
[Knock]
[Knock]
- October Saquin?
- What's it to you?
- I got your
package by accident.
I saw the lights on. I
meant to come by earlier.
[Disturbed Humming]
[Distant Growl]
- I catch you at a bad time?
- It's always a bad time.
Did you call earlier?
- I don't have your
number. We just met.
- Right.
October: Come in.
- Little dark for my taste,
but your place is lovely.
You going to open it?
- Drink?
- Don't really drink that often.
[Growling]
Been hearing
weird noises at my place.
Are there wild animals
around here at all?
I'm pretty skittish.
Probably just my imagination.
- If you're quiet enough
houses speak.
They have stories to tell.
Boo.
[Cough]
- Can I use the ladies' room?
[Flushing]
[Water Running]
[Deep Breath]
Okay. Make friends Heidi.
Don't be a weirdo.
You are not going
to be lonely here.
Get a new start.
New start.
'Cause you're not a loser.
You're not a loser.
[Sigh]
[Ball Bouncing]
[Ball Bouncing]
[Knocking]
[Whispers]
Voice: I'll come
back. Let me in.
[Ball Bouncing/Knocking]
Voice: [Whisper] Let me in.
[Ball Bouncing/Knocking]
Voice: [Scream] Let me in!
- Never thought I'd
move cross country.
I'm a small town girl. It
all happened so quickly.
[Bones Cracking]
- She's prettier than you.
[Bones Crack]
Cut that little c**t's face.
Heidi: I'll tell you one thing.
No boyfriends, no distractions.
At least for a couple of
months.
Or if he's really cute.
What are you doing
with that knife?
- I get paranoid too. I
thought I heard something.
- Oh, do you always
keep late hours?
- Adults with a acute nocturnal
parasomnia can act out
violently in their sleep so,
I have to stay awake until dawn.
That's your neighbor.
- I'm bulimic.
To our issues.
- Do you wanna
stay awake with me?
- Are you down to share that
pizza?
- If you don't throw it up.
[Music Playing]
I hear sound that aren't there.
I know it isn't real.
But my fear is.
- I'm not fat.
But when I look in the
mirror, I'm disgusted.
I gag at the first
sight of food.
I eat what I want,
but I purge it.
- My medication keeps
my delusions at bay.
The pills are numbing.
It feels borderline suicidal.
- I lived with my
disorder for three years
before telling anyone.
- I live alone,
because my night
terrors are incurable.
- At some point
looking good became more
important than feeling good.
Aren't we a pair?
f*ck everyone.
- f*ck everyone.
- You can't trust her.
[Bones Crack]
- Do you like to dance?
- I love to dance.
- We should go out.
Pick out an album.
[Music Playing]
We both have demons and mine
wait for me to fall asleep.
A chance to take over my mind.
So if you really
wanna stay up with me.
They're strong.
I need them to be
to leave the house.
- It, it's been a while.
Isn't everything closing soon?
I know good after hours.
[Clears Throat]
[Kiss]
- We don't deserve it.
Come on, lets get you
in something else.
[Music Playing]
[Laughing]
Heidi.
- Oh my God, thank you.
Oh, I could drink an ocean.
[Malice Whispers]
[Knock]
[Knock]
[Knock]
Voice: I must give
you the message.
[Knock]
Voice: [Whisper] Let me in.
[Ball Bouncing]
Voice: [Whisper] Let me in.
[Ball Bouncing]
[Music Playing]
[Piercing Screams]
[Splash]
- October?
Voice: [Whisper] Let me in.
Let me in!
[Scream]
[Splash]
October: There's a
silence that haunts me.
Thoughts that lurk.
Biding their time.
Holding their breath,
waiting to strike.
- You're not well.
Alone in my house
I can harbor my sickness
without hurting others.
- If there's a memory
haunting you here,
you should move away.
- No.
I need to face my terrors
to truly know them.
- Then you don't
need to do it alone.
- Friends are hard to come by.
Heidi: I've never had
many girlfriends or
friends that were genuine.
[Heidi's Voice Fades]
Heidi: Ever walk in on
someone talking about you?
You know, behind your back.
[Bones Cracking]
- You worthless sl*t.
No one will ever want you
for more than f*cking.
Taste the rainbow b*tch.
[Laughing]
[Screams] I hate you.
I hate you. I hate you.
October: My demons are my
own. My Demons are my own.
[Echoing]
[Knocking]
Visitor:
Good morning, ma'am.
What a beautiful sunny day.
And you look beautiful
too if I may say.
You see, I was chosen
to give you this message,
from our a savior and master.
- No thank you.
- Please take it.
Let me in.
I must give you the message.
For her way is divine.
Her truth, pleasure.
Rejoice!
I liberate you!
- No! No!
Please!
[Screaming]
[Bang]
[Struggling]
No!
[Rip]
[Ting]
Please!
No!
[Muffled Screams]
[Struggle]
Visitor: [Moaning]
[Audio Fades Out]
[Audio Silence]
[Audio Fades In]
- When your screams
are unanswered,
they're silent.
- October, what do you see?
Shadow: t*rture.
- You heal, but
you never escape.
- No one's there
and no one's coming.
Whatever happened
it's in the past.
- I know it can't hurt me!
- Stop torturing yourself.
Shadow: Blah, blah, blah.
- You can trust me.
Som...Somethings wrong.
[Crash]
- What have you done?
- Me? b*tch? You poisoned her.
[Laughing]
She's dead.
Like the others.
- The others?
- Get rid of of the body.
Chop that pretty little
c**t up into pieces.
[Heavy Breathing]
[Both: Screaming]
October: [Wails]
[Whimpering] I'm so sorry.
Shadow: Damn it.
I really wanted to watch
you chops this one up.
- Sweet little c**t.
Don't think about
telling anyone.
I'll come back.
[Screaming]
[Stab]
Visitor: [Screaming]
[Music Playing]
[Gurgling Blood]
- Get rid of the body.
[Screaming]
[Bones Cracking]
[Bones Cracking]
[Bones Cracking]
[Bones Cracking]
[Knock]
[Knock]
[Knock]
[Knock]
[Knock]
[Groans]
You fainted.
It must have been
all the dancing.
- Or the drugs.
- Last year someone broke
into my home and um...
- That's horrible.
- More than you can imagine.
- Tell me.
You may live with the horror,
but you can let go of the pain.
Break the cycle, October.
- I did.
Death is boring,
shallow.
Now I prefer the t*rture.
Her cool touch soothing,
beautifully distracting.
I prefer the long empty hall,
the empty rooms,
the solitude in the dark.
The sound of silence
that never ends.
The sound of
silence that haunts.
[Knock. Knock. Knock.]
[Gasp]
Lenny: Suddenly I
don't feel crazy.
- And I am?
Oday: We're all
in the same boat.
- But you're at the helm.
- You look anxious Dev.
Run towards your feelings.
- There's at least two people
that have k*lled
someone in this room.
You're god damn animals!
Lenny: Whoa.
- How can you k*ll someone?
- She didn't leave her
friends to die.
- Shut up! I escaped.
Dr Hedonia: You're
upset. Breathe.
Their death is not your
fault.
- I'm freaking out because
she chopped someone
up with an ax!
She's crazy! You're
all freaking crazy.
- Okay, we're all
crazy. I'm crazy.
The world is crazy
and it's full of pain.
But we are here to
navigate through it.
- Your secrets are
safe with me...
October.
Dr Hedonia: Thank you Claire.
Everyone's stories are not
easy pills to swallow.
Within each you can
discover empathy
because you all share the same
level of pain, the same fear.
Your emotional
depth is fathomless.
Much, much deeper than most.
The ability to feel
and not shut yourself off
is what defines you as human.
[Music Playing]
Before we end our
session, I would like
to do one last
exercise as a group.
We attempt to avoid pain,
but it is a part of life.
For this exercise,
I encourage you
to embrace it.
Trauma isn't always purposeless.
It can be a profound experience.
For a moment, let's imagine
you knew who caused your pain.
[Door Closes]
The self hatred, the
doubt, the rage, the fear,
the psychosis.
A face with cold
eyes and sharp teeth.
The monster who sent the man
to your house October,
kidnapped you off
the subway Oday.
That there was a puppeteer
behind the violinist Dev.
And that we knew who lit
your house on fire Lenny
and sent you down
a destructive path.
[Click]
They did these atrocities
because they knew exactly
what would trigger you.
If that one person stood
right in front of all
of you, what would
be the outcome?
- It wouldn't be pretty.
- Pure hate.
- And as a group
we would bring them
endless pain.
Dr. Hedonia: And what if...
- They took pleasure
in the pain?
Dr. Hedonia: [Voice Deepens]
Yes, Claire, what if pain
for them is to feel human?
[Violin Music Playing]
[Panicked Breathing]
Now that you've exposed your
bare skin to each other,
I can show you mine.
[Zip]
[Doors And Windows Locking]
You can get out
of your seats now.
Come to me,
my pets!
[Music Playing]
[Muffled Dialogue]
- You're not, you're not full
from everything?
- No.
Yeah. Shut up.
Dev: Hey Claire, are you sure
you don't need a ride back?
- I'm okay.
Oday: Positive?
- I need to walk.
Lenny: See you in group.
October: Latter twat.
[Faint Screams]
[Screams]
[Overwhelming Screams]
[Music Playing]
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