Fear Clinic Page #3

Why don't you just put her

in the damn chamber?

It's not an option, apparently.

Why? That's the reason why we came here.

Where the hell's the doctor?

He's supposed to be here.

Why won't he see her?

I understand. Listen, between us,

I'm working on a backup plan

and hoping Andover will get onboard.

Caylee's life may depend on it.

He needs to get his head out of his ass.

Listen, I'm gonna stay and help

with Caylee. You don't have...

maybe a clean shirt and a few vacancies?

- Yeah.

- Thanks.

I have done as you asked...

you promised me. You promised me.

Give me what I want.

Please. I need it.

Paige Peterson, addendum.

This afternoon, I just...

You have time for a bubble bath,

but not to talk to me?

I'm sorry. I just...

I don't understand what's going on here.

You and me both.

Things have been rather

trying around here lately.

I heard about Paige.

It was an accident.

- Right?

- No.

I was responsible for her, Sara.

I wanted to help her.

I wanted to help all of you.

You did help me.

You saved my life.

I saw the shooter.

The shooter?

No, that... that's never

happened before.

Prolonged aftershock, I know.

Osborn schooled me.

I think it's time for one more session.

Paige was just one more session.

Everything was just fine,

and then she somehow lost her way.

She lost me. I...

she was beyond my reach.

Sara, I nursed her for months.

She didn't require oxygen. She didn't need

life support. How's that possible?

I could tell.

I could see that she was still

suffering, that...

she was still terrified.

How did it end?

I simply closed her eyes.

And she was gone.

I really appreciate

your wanting to help.

I really do, but...

I just can't do this anymore.

So if you'll excuse me,

I have some things I need to do.

Do you know that Caylee is throwing up

whatever black stuff that is in your vial?

You'd know that if you

came out of your office.

And unfortunately, Dr. Andover,

I'm not leaving.

The Fear Clinic is open for business.

Nobody can find out about this,

or we're in deep sh*t.

Dang! F***! I hate that f***ing sh*t!

Well, that's Osborn's problem.

She can break it to the doc.

Son of a b*tch.

You stole millions of dollars

worth of power

juicing up illegal grow farms.

You mean to tell me this is a challenge?

You know what?

Your f***ing mama is a challenge.

Here's what I think. Why don't we just

get this son of a b*tch back upstairs,

and I'll piggyback the breakout box?

F*** no. Look, for one,

Andover destroyed the...

whatever power supply was up there.

You need to figure something out, and fast.

How much you say she was

cutting us a check for?

So much we'll never have

to work here again

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