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Dying freaks him out.
I think she escaped.
The only answer
Hey, honey pie.
Sure did miss you.
We're gonna have you home in no time,
and we can put all this behind us.
Home?
Isn't that right, Doctor?
Aubrey's been very brave.
With any luck,
we'll have her out of the ICU tomorrow.
Who is Aubrey?
Who are you?
Who is...
- Who is Aubrey?
- No.
- Oh, my God.
- I don't...
I just, I don't...
Don't touch me. Don't touch me.
Please, don't.
Aubrey Fleming,
session number one, 10:30 a.m.
I'm not Aubrey Fleming.
Then what should I call you?
My real name would be nice.
Session number one, 10:30 a.m.
Dakota Moss.
Listen.
I know I may look a little like
this Aubrey chick, or whatever her name is,
but I'm not her, okay? I am not her.
Let's get some housekeeping
out of the way first.
- Date of birth?
- June 9th, 1988.
Social Security number?
I don't have one.
Look, when you're raised by a crack addict
who thinks the less
that people know about you, the better,
it kind of sticks.
I made up a Social Security number
when I needed one,
but I couldn't keep a job long enough
for that to matter.
A job? You're fairly young to be working.
Yeah, well, I didn't grow up in New Salem.
I grew up in the real world.
You mentioned your mother.
Dead.
How did your mother die?
O.D.
How long ago?
We weren't really what you'd call close
since she'd started using again.
But I could always count on seeing
the palm of her hand on payday.
When she didn't come around,
I assumed she was dead.
Wasn't too hard to see that one coming.
She was stupid.
Pathetic.
And a junkie.
Did your mother leave you anything?
Yeah. $11.
Tell me something. Why does a shrink need
I like to have it for my files.
You're fuzz, aren't you?
I don't want to lie to you.
I am a psychiatrist,
but I also do work for the FBI.
I f***ing knew it.
It doesn't mean I care any less
for the work we do here.
You know, you're wasting your time
because I've got nothing to tell you.
In cases like these, there are specific details
that we withhold from the public
to separate the serial confessors
from the serial killer.
The pattern of your injuries is identical.
Not similar,
identical, with another young girl.
A murdered girl, from New Salem.
Prove it.
Oh, my God.
Hello, Mrs. Fleming.
Hey.
Hi.
I brought some of your things
to make you feel more at home.
This is Mr. Gervais.
All right.
Look, I'm sure you're a very nice woman.
Really. But I don't have a home.
And, yeah, I just want to know
when I get to get out of here.
You don't remember Mr. Gervais
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