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- Fine.

Always hiding from the truth.

Coward.

- STANLEY:
That's just rubbish.

- What is?

- That if we make

a wrong decision,

we shouldn't beat

ourselves up about it,

that we should just

forget it happened.

But what if the

decisions that we made

caused pain or distress

to someone else?

- Have you hurt someone by

a decision you have made?

- Again, you answer a

question by asking a question.

Is this therapy or is

this an interrogation?

- I'm sorry you feel that way.

- Look, why don't you just

help me so that I can buy you

a pointless gift and live

happily ever f***ing after?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to swear.

- It's fine.

How was your week?

- Okay.

That's a lie.

It was crap.

- Have you been writing

in your journal?

- No.

- Why not?

- I felt stupid.

- It's confidential

what you write in there.

No one will see it,

not even myself.

- Then what's the point in it?

- It's just a way of

expressing yourself.

Releasing some

tension on your mind.

- I wouldn't know

where to start.

- Just write, it

will come naturally.

Expressing yourself is

good for your health.

Containing it will destroy you.

It's when you were in the army

that's getting to you, isn't it?

Stanley.

Stanley, come sit back down.

- I'm sorry, Bernadette.

I know you're

trying but like all

the previous therapists,

you can't help me.

- MARY:
Stanley, is that you?

- Yeah.

- How was your day?

- Good.

All good.

Look, I'm tired.

I'm gonna get an early night.

- Oh, okay.

Are you sure you're all right?

- I'm fine.

Goodnight.

- Night darling.

(gentle piano music)

(muffled chattering)

(guns cocking)

(plane whirring)

- I'm here.

Yeah. it's beautiful.

It's bigger than

I thought it'd be.

Yeah, I will.

- Now's your chance.

Let's do this.

- ETHAN:
Rueben.

- Ah, Ethan.

What can I do you for?

- Well, I was just wondering

if you can help

me with something.

- Sit down boy.

- Thanks.

- RUEBEN:
What's on your mind?

- Well, she's gone.

Don't know where and

it's driving me mad.

- Let's just say

she's somewhere now

and she'll be back

in a few weeks,

and there's nothing

to worry about.

- So you know where she is?

- She's fine, boy.

Don't be worrying yourself.

- Will you tell me where she is?

- It's not for me

to say where she is.

Just go home and relax.

- Why won't you tell

me where she is?

- Now you're getting

on my last nerve

with all these questions.

Will you let it be?

- This is crap.

She's my girlfriend.

I have the right to

know where she is.

- You and Well,

will you let it go?

Listen, let me give you

some friendly advice.

Women are strange creatures.

It's like it's in

their DNA or something.

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