Dickinson

Get up, Emily.

No.

- Okay. Get up, Emily. - Don't make me go.

Today is gonna to be good for you.

But I hate my life and I truly wanna die.

And that's exactly why we need a spa day.

Everyone, remember to pack towels otherwise they'll charge us.

This is ridiculous.

Now, you're gonna spend even more money on some experimental voodoo

after we wasted a fortune on that silly opera.

Emily is sick. She could barely get out of bed.

What if she has the measles? Or worse, spiritual measles?

What the hell is that?

I don't know, but I don't wanna find out.

Don't worry. Emily will feel whole again after today.

You see? Aunt Lavinia swears by this.

- I mean, if we're talking about chakras... - We're not.

She will come back better than before. More aligned than a newly built railroad.

Don't you dare try to put this in terms that I can understand.

Sue.

Are you coming with us?

Well, I've been reading a book on etiquette.

Sounds like a real page-turner.

And it says if your mother-in-law invites you to the water cure,

you must accept the invitation.

- That's right, you must. - Well, thank God.

I am desperate to talk to you.

- Can we please find time to be alone? - Of course.

Okay.

But, Emily, I am hoping today will be relaxing.

A chance to unwind and de-stress.

I have not seen you since the opera and we need to talk.

Does everyone have everything they need?

Tinctures? Essential oils? A fresh perspective?

- I only packed my bad attitude. - Emily.

Bugger. Bastard. Bitch!

- What? - What is it?

- What's wrong? What's the matter? - I can't find my most powerful crystal.

- Where was the last place you saw it? - On my shrine.

What does it look like?

Obviously, it's an obsidian.

I'm trying to protect myself from bad energy.

I feel tired. God.

Dad, keep that bad energy away from me.

Oh, it's fine, I have an extra.

All right, everyone. Let's get going.

Goodbye.

- You know that we can't afford this. - Edward, your daughter is sick.

There's only one place we can hope for her to get well.

No price too high for wellness.

Are we sure this is mud?

Hydrotherapy, or the water cure,

can best be described as the practice of treating ailments

by soaking different parts of your body in water.

Sue! Sue!

Emily. Pay attention to your Aunt Lavinia.

She's traveled all over the world and brought back mystical secrets.

Yes, I have, girls.

You're about to engage in something that was used in all the ancient civilizations.

Egypt, Greece, Rome.

I mean, people call it "alternative,"

but I'm open to any alternative as long as it works.

I agree.

I mean, sure, doctors may not approve, but what do doctors really know?

Very little.

Mark my words, at the end of your time in the water cure,

you won't be the same sick, disease-ridden,

melancholy women you are right now.

What if that's my brand?

Emily, enough.

We're here for you, remember? You're the one with the problems.

No, sister, we all have problems. The issues are in the tissues.

Oh, dear God. It's hot in here.

But we can't leave yet. This is expensive.

Oh, give in to the heat. Give in to the flow.

Let the water cure you.

Do not let your energetic boundaries leak.

What happens if they do?

My sweet Vinnie.

Energetic leaks can lead to anything from unhealthy relationships

to the urge to eat food that tastes good.

Oh, good.

Sue.

What?

Let's sneak out of here and go talk.

I thought we were going to relax.

Let's relax while we talk.

For some reason, I don't think you're going to let me do that.

- Come on. - Remember, water is medicine.

And truth protects.

Well, I'm definitely feeling a lot better. So...

Where do you think you're going? We paid for 17 more minutes in here.

Oh, well, I thought it might be nice for us to try the body healer?

I've heard great things about her. She's very moon oriented.

Exactly. Big fan of that.

Well, I spent a lot of time planning out a very strict schedule here, but sure.

You go do your thing, I suppose.

Cool, we'll meet you at the plunge pool.

Such bad energy.

Next session!

So, the point is, I ruined everything.

I should have never written that letter to his wife.

And I shouldn't have tried to sit in his box at the opera.

Now Sam is never gonna publish my poem. He's done with me.

Emily, of course he's going to publish it.

He's going to publish everything you write.

He's been telling everyone.

I know he has, but I messed up.

Now he hates me.

I don't believe that. You're seeing things wrong.

Sam is going to publish you for sure.

Sue, it's been weeks.

I mean, every day I check the paper and nothing. No poem.

If he really thinks I'm this exciting new voice, then what is he waiting for?

The answer is he's not.

After he left me at the opera, he probably threw my poem in the trash.

Flip.

Emily, this anxiety you're experiencing, it's natural.

This is a big step for you and your career.

You're putting yourself out there and it's stirring up a lot of emotion.

But that's good.

I mean, you of all people, you know what to do with emotion.

Put it on the page, write about it.

Turn it into art.

But I don't believe in myself anymore.

Wait, what?

I used to have this confidence. This power. But not anymore.

Not since I met him and, Sue, I hate to say this, but it's your fault.

My fault?

Yes, because you pressured me into this.

You introduced me to him,

you started filling my head with all these ideas about fame.

And as soon as I gave him my poem, I lost everything.

The flow I used to have, it got cut off.

I used to be inspired by everything.

And then, suddenly, the only thing that mattered to me was him.

What he thought, how he felt. It's like he invaded me.

He's all I can think about.

I used to have a drive that came from somewhere else

and now it all comes from him.

- Whoa. - What?

There's a lot going on over there.

What do you mean? Where?

It's like your brain is on fire.

That tracks.

Can you please say something? Because I feel like I'm losing my mind.

Emily, relax.

All you need to do is do nothing.

Breathe, exhale.

I promise you, it's all going to be okay.

Sam is going to publish your poem. You just need to trust him.

Next!

Okay.

Next session!

Now with divine love and incessant hydration, we can heal ourselves.

- What is happening to her? - She's having a paroxysm.

Oh, it can be a very, very cleansing experience.

If we're lucky, we all just might have one.

We just need to clench our lower anatomy.

Now breathe out everything that's troubling you.

Get centered, get centered, girls.

Live in the moment, not in the past.

Not in the future. Forever, after all, is about right now.

Forever - is composed of nows -

What's going on? You seem upset.

I'm fine.

"Fine" is not a very Emily word. You would never say, "I'm fine."

You would say, "I lost a world the other day," or something like that.

Tell me what's going on.

Nothing. Nothing is going on.

No, nothing other than a man ruining my life.

- Shut up. - Yeah, it sucks.

I thought you were above stuff like that.

What made you think that?

Come on. Emily, you've always been completely independent.

You turned down marriage proposals and, I mean, that's so brave.

You know, sometimes I wish I had said yes to those marriage proposals.

Maybe if I was married with a baby, life would be simpler.

That is the craziest shit I've ever heard you say.

We need this water cure to heal you because your aura is negative right now,

and I need you to be positive.

I need you to be strong.

Emily?

Yes?

You're my hero.

Must be hard on your own.

You get used to it.

So, you want help writing your will now that your husband has...

Yeah, I want everything to go to Billy.

Well, that solves the question of beneficiary.

And who do you want to be the executor of your will?

It should be someone that you trust to carry out your wishes once you...

you know, expire.

I trust you.

It's funny, the stuff I worried about last year.

I know. We were kids then.

Now we're in our mid-twenties.

Writing my will.

Heavy shit.

Adulting is hard.