Patient Seven Page #2

files, I want...

I want what you remember.

- Will you help me?

- I can try.

But first you're gonna have to

open up, be honest with

me, tell me the truth.

And I will know if you're not.

This is going nowhere.

- They say I'm crazy!

But I'm not.

- All right.

Why?

- I loved my mom.

She was a good mom.

Until...

Until she started seeing it.

- It?

Seeing it?

- Honey.

Why are you in the bed?

Jill!

Did you wet the bed?

Oh god.

Oh my god!

Oh my god, honey, what happened?

What happened Jill?

Was there somebody here?

Talk to me!

Katie!

Oh my god.

Katie.

Katie.

Katie.

- Mom.

- Mom?

What are you doing?

- Huh?

- What happened to the hallway?

Oh no!

You're doing it again!

- Open up!

Open the door!

It's your mother, open the door!

Open the door!

Now!

Put your hand on the

door and unlock it!

It's your mother!

Please, let me in!

Oh god, oh!

Get outta there,

you're in danger!

My baby.

Oh my baby.

- Why did you kill

somebody you claim to love?

- I had no choice.

- Did you hate your mother?

- That's a messed up question.

- Which only you know

the answer to, hmm?

- I wanna go back to my cell.

- Where was your

father during all this?

Hmm?

- He wasn't there, he was...

He was out with my sister Katie.

- Ah.

Did you ever wonder who

the real monster here is?

You want everyone to

think of you as this poor,

helpless victim,

who had no choice.

- Screw you!

- When in fact,

you're actually a cold-blooded

sociopathic

killer.

With an electra complex

who wanted mommy

out of the way so she could

have daddy all to herself.

Isn't that right?

- No!

- Were you eventually going

to kill your sister too?

- No!

- - Were you?

- You know nothing!

Help!

- Hey hey hey.

Okay, breathe.

Breathe, calm down.

Shane, I need backup, now.

- I hate you!

You're evil!

Get me outta here!

Who are you?

Who the hell are you?

- Gentlemen, when

you get a chance,

bring in patient

John Doe, estimated

to be in his late 50s,

was found wandering in the woods

wearing nothing more

than a bathrobe.

John Doe, or jd as

they call him here,

claims to have no

recollection of who he is.

- At least this one won't

give us any problems, huh?

- Yeah, he's the

shy, quiet type.

Isn't that right, jd?

- He has no known family

and authorities were

unable to establish

his identity through

fingerprints or dental records.

He was admitted to this facility

five years ago.

After several violent encounters

due to a recurring nightmare

and an unexplainable fear of...

Plastic wrap.

Hmm.

This patient's loaded.

Jd here stays baked 24/7.

- Wonderful, okay,

get him outta here.

Bring him back when

he's more coherent, hmm?

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