Brain on Fire

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Have you ever been trapped? Lost

in your own body?

Lost in your own mind?

Lost in time?

So desperate to escape,

to just.. Get out.

Subtitle by:
Umbulbil

Help! Mom!

- Help! Dad! Dad!

- Susannah!

- Mom! Help!

- Susannah!

Susannah!

My name is Susannah Cahalan.

I'm 21 year-old.

And here I am with my dream job

at the New York Post.

Living in New York.. I don't

know, we all have dreams, right?

And don't laugh at me, but to

work at the Post was mine.

Hey, Richard, can you

check this out for me?

No. No time for baby

sitting now, Susannah.

Go and urge Margo.

Go. Go, go.

I have my whole life in front of me.

I was fearless.

And I had absolutely no idea,

what was waiting for me.

- Hey.

- Is that my pen in your mouth?

- Maybe.

- Huh.

You keep that now. You email

me next time, save a tree.

I don't know what's wrong with it.

It just feels, feels off, you know.

No, this is good, Susannah.

But you just need to move the

last paragraph to the first.

And for the love of God,

please find a new headline.

"Rear and present danger?

Illegal Russian butt implants."

I mean, really? Let me tell

you, you're better than this.

I'm just paying my dues, you know.

Slowly, but surely making

my way to the front page.

I mean, look. At least,

it's a real story.

Real people actually died from this.

I can maybe get someone prosecuted.

- I wanna help people.

- You're so pridy. I need major sunglasses right now.

- Oh, is that him?

- Oh, my God.

- I'm gonna kill you.

- Look at your smile.

- Stop!

- Is it your man?

- Is he your new hot, sexy man?

- Margo.

- You should just calm down.

- It's pretty serious, huh?

- We'll see. Who knows?

- Who knows I can't talk to you rigth now.

Excuse me, pretty lady.

- Hey.

- Hey!

- Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I'm so late.

- No, it's okay..

- You look cute. Are you nervous?

- Thanks. Um.. No.

- Yeah. I mean, yeah a little bit.

- You shouldn't be. I like this.

- This is, yeah. This is me dressing up.

- You look like a tanned Smurf.

Thank you. That's really nice of

you say.

I'm kidding. I love it.

- All right, you ready?

- Come on. Let's do it.

So, Stephen, what is it

that you do for a living?

I play music, Mr. Cahalan.

Oh, yeah? What genre?

You know The Smiths sorts of meet Tom

Waitsin. That's what I'm going for, at least.

You do that all day, every day?

Yeah, I mean I'm working at record

store, too, when I get the hour.

Which is actually where I met Susannah.

I like it, you know. It's fun.

It's a good pocket money.

- Pocket money?

- Yeah.

Susannah said that you're

in banking, is that right?

Yeah was, but I'm having a

career change at the moment.

We're looking at new

options, aren't we, Giselle?

It's a new start.

- Hello!

- Hey, Mom, we're on the roof!

I am so sorry that we are late again.

Happy birthday, baby.

- It's okay. Hi, Mom.

- Oh, my beauty.

Love you. Okay.

Hi, I heard you got engaged.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

- It's exciting.

- Yeah.

Wow. Well, this isn't awkward.

- How about some alcohol? Anyone?

- Come.

- Good idea.

- Have a seat.

- Let's get this party started.

- Tom, congratulations.

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday, dear Susannah.

Happy birthday to you.

- Susannah?

- You okay?

Baby. Hey.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Make a wish.

- Want some help?

- Yeah.

Ready. One, two, three.

- Yeay.

- All right.

- Happy birthday.

- Happy birthday.

Thanks, Mom. Thank you.

- Okay.

- Thank you, Dad.

Love you, guys.

- So I slice it?

- Thank you.

- You want me to cut it out?

- Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Here.

- Can you pass me the plate?

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