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Who's this?

Can you hear me?

Answer your fucking phone!

- She has a pulse, but its faint.

No!

You're all right, stay with me.

Look at me.

Hey, please.

Are you watching?

Please.

Keep your eyes open.

This is that moment.

Please stay alive.

Where it all ends

Please stay alive.

No, don't go.

Because of what I did.

Please.

One, two, three.

And again, one, two.

Hi, Ms. Rose.

Can I call you Dean?

Yeah.

My name is Dr. Teixeira.

You can call me Janet.

I'm assigned- - I know who you are.

Okay.

So you know what I'm here to do?

How are you feeling today?

Well, I reviewed the toxicology report.

You had extremely high levels of benzodiazepine

and sertraline in your system.

You had blood alcohol concentration of 0.25.

Cocaine.

Your arms took 42 stitches to close the wounds.

You are really lucky to be alive.

Help me to understand

why you would attempt to take your own life.

I wasn't...

I wasn't trying to kill myself.

- So just a regular Tuesday night?

I've been informed by Jackson

that this wasn't your first attempt.

There have been others.

That's...

It's not true.

It's a lie.

- We saw the scars on your arms and legs.

Don't get me 5150.

This will follow me for the rest of my life.

- Then explain to me what happened.

- I'm not a threat to myself or anyone else.

I've never hurt anybody.

I just...

I just wanna go home and I wanna sleep.

Wanna sleep.

It was a mistake.

- How do you expect me to believe that?

Anyone who cuts their arms that deep

is a threat to themselves.

Yeah.

You've already made your decision.

So, can you get the fuck outta my room?

Listen, give me one!

Give me one. - Michael.

- Michael. - Stand down!

You watch my wife!

- This is gonna calm you down, Michael.

Michael, good.

- Everybody thinks I'm crazy.

Just be happy.

Happiness is a choice.

Fucking right, I chose to be this way.

- I t's like a virus taking over my brain.

I just want it to stop, but you're keeping me here.

And where's the fucking cure?

- Well, unfortunately there is no official cure,

but we do have tools that can help us,

coping skills, talking about our feelings.

Help us feel better.

I think you need to share.

Your continual refusal to eat

is only making things more difficult, Dean.

So again, please,

stand and come with us to the cafeteria.

No, no, no, no.

No, no, no!

Get off of me!

No!

- I need you to get immediately.

Get off, get off of me!

You're okay.

- I've been on medication.

Magic.

You should eat.

It's easier.

And you should probably stop taking them pills

they're giving you.

You're actually gonna go insane.

You know, they get paid for every drug they prescribe us.

Antipsychotics, barbiturates, opioids, whatever it is,

they're getting paid.

That's why there's literally a pill for everything.

I mean, look around the room.

Just at the numbers, you know?

Let's say they get $15 a day per person.

Multiply that by what, 50 people in the hospital right now.

Many of us here for 30 days or longer.

That's $22,500 on medication alone.

Not to mention fucking room, board, therapy,

medical procedures.

What do you think the force feeding runs ya?

10K at least.

And the second we're released,

we're just replaced with someone else.

And the worst of it,

most of these patients come here looking for help

and instead they're locked up, stuffed full of pills,

and charged for therapy.

Can only imagine the addictions that follow this place.

A fucking epidemic.

It's a fucking joke.

Have you seen the commercials for these things?

Feel happy, be better.

Love your children again.

May cause anal seepage, a limp dick,

accidentally growing dick and flesh eating disease.

It's ridiculous.

It's goddamn ridiculous.

- So what exactly is the point then?

There isn't one.

- That makes me feel better, thanks.

Good, I'm glad.

Anytime.

I'm a ray of sunshine, always.

I'm Bria.

Dean.

You a cutter?

Not a fucking cutter.

- So the wraps are a fashion accessory then?

I cut this time.

That does not make me a...

It doesn't make me a cutter.

Okay, what are you then?

Depressed.

So they tell me.

How about you?

A junkie, or so they tell me.

Drug of choice?

Anything that gets me high.

I love me some H.

- Yeah, I was always more of an upper person myself.

Down enough genetically, I don't really need the help.

So, how exactly does being a junkie land you here?

- Well, when you take enough heroin to kill a horse,

they believe there might be something else behind it.

Also, having enough in my possession

to get a small village high didn't really help my case.

- Was there something else behind it?

I tried to kill myself.

It's traumatic.

So they tell me.

And now?

Stay tuned.

- How have you been doing in here?

Cute kid.

- Either you can talk and eventually get out of here

or we can sit in silence every session.

But if you don't mind,

I'll get some administrative work done

while I have the quiet.

Your sister's coming tomorrow to see the judge.

Wanted to let you know.

You're okay.

I'm leaving.

I already spoke to the judge today.

There's nothing I can do about the 5150 on your record,

but I'll do what I can.

I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking.

Oh, no, no, you were thinking.

You were just only thinking about yourself.

I begged you to come live with me.

You pulled away.

What was I supposed to do?

I can't do this.

You wanna kill yourself?

I'm not gonna stand by and watch.

You don't know what it's like.

- I've been on Prozac for 11 years.

I've been dealing with this all my life.

It's genetic, Dean.

I know exactly how it feels to be depressed,

to feel unimportant, to be left behind.

I was there too.

I love you.

I hope you stick around, I really do.

- You know you can't be in other patient's rooms.

Let's go.

- Come on, she's having a rough go.

You know the rules.