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do it for you.

Another man.

Like you but not you.

I want you to focus on him.

Let him take over.

Is he there?

Yes.

Is he under already?

Do you wanna

give him a name?

Simon.

Simon Newton.

Get him out of there.

No, no.

Right, Simon.

Welcome to the session.

Thanks. It's really

nice to be here.

Now I want you

to relax, Simon.

I like your voice.

And now your mind

is starting to think.

So think about those keys. And you

now can feel them in your hand.

The shape. The metal.

And you can see the color.

Blue.

They are on a blue key-ring.

And your mind

starts to think about

the last time

you remember them.

I'm trying to walk...

...and they're in my pocket.

And I want you to

picture them in your pocket...

...exactly as they were

before you lifted them out...

...and you

placed them somewhere.

A safe place...

...that, when

the time is right,

you will be able to reach for

them and they will be there.

Where did you say they were?

In the wardrobe.

What's in

the wardrobe, Simon?

The...

I'm sorry about that.

Was I hypnotized?

No, you were just

finding your car keys.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Let me f***ing

get in through there.

Really sorry. I kept thinking about the painting.

She just kept saying "keys".

Well, that's it, then,

it can't be done.

She got his name

in 30 seconds.

And she found

the car keys.

Whatever is in his head,

she can find.

What am I supposed to say,

that I lost my keys again?

You're the clever boy.

You got us into this

so now you think of

something to get us out.

And you make it work.

Hey!

F***ing pedestrians!

Hey!

St. Pancras please.

You must think

I'm stalking you.

No, I just think you've put

yourself under a lot of pressure.

To be honest, I'm not

here to look for my keys.

I found them,

thank you.

I'm looking for

something a bit more...

...personal. And...

...I can't tell

you what it is.

It's not porn.

I promise.

And I just really

need to find this thing.

Hypnosis

is the perfect tool.

I don't need to know

what it is.

So I 'd

like you to close your eyes

and imagine

you're in an elevator.

A wide elevator with velvet

walls and thick carpets.

And as the doors close...

...your eyelids

become heavier.

And as your

eyes become heavier

and the elevator

begins to go down...

...you realize that this is

the elevator of relaxation.

And now you're on the

third floor going down...

...and you could get out

but you want to go on...

...deeper.

Deeper.

Deeper into relaxation.

And you feel that perhaps

you'll never want to get out.

It's so safe here.

So comfortable.

So relaxed.

I don't wanna talk

to Simon anymore.

I wanna talk to the men who are listening.

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