Unsane Page #3

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Can...

Can you stop taking notes?

I have rights.

Don't make me ask again.

Hi. Alison.

How's your baby?

How's your baby?

Alison. The baby.

Hey!

F***!

Oh, what?

You think you're too good

to talk to me now, Alison?

Oh, my name's not Alison,

but, yeah, yeah, I am too good

to talk to you.

Hey, b*tch!

Listen, when you fall asleep,

I'm gonna cut your hair off.

All of your hair.

Oh, yeah?

Mm-hmm.

With what?

They let you

anywhere near sharp objects?

I doubt that very much.

Oh, God.

You're scaring me to death,

you f***ing mental patient.

I'll be thinking about you

when I'm back in my own bed

in my own house, getting ready

to go to my own job.

Calling her a mental patient

isn't helpful.

We need to support each other.

Yeah, well, support me

by not talking to me

or looking at me.

I shouldn't even be in here.

Yeah, so, uh...

So you got put in here

by mistake, I'm guessing.

Yeah. Yeah. That's right.

And the cops are on their way

right now to get me out.

The cops are on their way

to take you out of here?

Really?

They said that?

Yeah.

In those words,

specifically, to you?

Liar, liar.

Liar, liar.

Oh.

Oh, man.

Evening, Dolores.

Hi, Steve.

How you doing...

Steve's partner?

Another night,

another 10-75.

Yeah, second floor called down.

I've got her

admission form here.

You got any coffee, Dolores?

It's in the break room,

Steve. Help yourself.

Steve's partner can't have any.

What's your favorite coffee,

Dolores?

Mmm. Expresso.

- Expresso?

- Expresso.

Ex-presso.

Ex-presso.

Why don't you get one of those

new Nespresso machines?

I like that.

I like black coffee,

little bit of cream.

You like cream?

No. I like just sugar.

Lots of sugar.

Hmm.

Lots of sugar?

Uh-huh.

I gotta do Splenda.

I love coffee.

You know what?

Your coffee? Sucks.

But you're still mad

I won't let you have any.

I could get some if I wanted to.

We both know that.

Have a good night, Steve.

Not Steve's partner.

Wake up.

Wake up!

Wake up.

Wake up!

...like you.

It was like a paid intern.

Let her do all the stuff

around your house,

kick around some sh*t.

Yeah, why not?

Really?

I've done that.

I've adopted them.

Really?

I'm like Drake.

Yeah.

What does Drake do?

He adopts strippers.

He adopts them?

Puts them in little homes,

in their own communities.

Must feel good

to be back in your own bed,

in your own house,

getting ready to go back

to your own job.

Hi.

I'm Jacob.

Move.

Oh!

Let me out!

There's been

some kind of mistake.

Look...

I'm not supposed to be in here.

I'm locked up in here

with f***ing psycho rapists!

F***.

The cops are on their way,

and I need to get out of here

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