DieRy (2020) - full transcript

The future
was anything but certain.

These were the times
that tested the courage

of our convictions and
the strength of our union.

One year ago,
I took office amid two wars,

and the economy
rocked by a severe recession.

The financial system
on the verge of collapse

and a government deeply in debt.

Experts from across
the political spectrum warned

that if we did not act...

♪ Angel, angel, come to me ♪

♪ Angel, angel, set me free ♪



Hey, kiddo.

♪ I need you and you need me ♪

I want you to know
that I've spoken with him

and he's never
gonna do that to you again.

You don't believe me.

Do you believe
that God writes a story

for every soul that's ever born?

I've never
looked at it that way.

Is that what you believe?

I think God does.

And how do you
think your story ends?

Like all good stories.

With justice.

Justice.



But doesn't that assume

that everyone has
done something wrong?

Something that
they should pay for?

Everybody's guilty
of something, Doctor.

Okay.

What the fuck?

Oh God!

Dear diary,
is it my fault that I was born

into the age of
Instagramification?

Oh yeah, that is hot.
More of that please.

The age where
our normal consists

of projecting the most
mundane moments

of our day out to anyone,

who for whatever reason they
have wants to see them.

Wants to keep up with our lives

through the screen on
their phone.

My awesome brunch,
the cool places I get to go,

the fancy people
I get to party with,

and it terrifies me.

Give me the pouty lip thing
that you do.

Yeah, yeah, that's it,
that's it.

- Which is why...
- Yeah, that's it right there.

...without you I would be lost,

without my unplugged sanctuary
from this world

that is wired for insanity,
I would lose my mind.

What's your comfort level
showing' some skin?

What I can tell you is not
for anyone.

Not my 117,000 followers,
or 2,341 friends.

Not creepy photographers.

No, this is only

for us.

Okay.

Oh, I think you got it.

Seriously, if you're ever
interested in doing

- some more artistic work sometime...
- Mm-hmm.

The rate is much higher.

And what is your idea of more
artistic work?

Series of black and whites that capture
the true essence of the female form.

It's very classy.

What?

Look, it's not like
it's porn or anything.

Yeah.

Not interested.

- I'll post these next week.
- Great.

Hey, if there are any standouts
from this one

I'll make some prints.

And if I do, I'll give you one.

Sounds good.

Yeah, definitely.

Definitely, definitely,
definitely.

Dude, let me call you back,
lemme call you back.

You never called.

Nice try, 'kay?

The other night?

Whiskey Go-Go?

You've got me confused with
someone else, okay?

You asked me for my number.

Are you one of those girls who
takes a guy's number

and never calls him 'cause
that's really messed up.

You don't remember me, do you?

How wasted were you?

What's up, crazy?

Yeah, we really
don't need to talk.

Axel shit on the bed again.

Oh, good boy!

Oh hi!
Who wants to go for a walk?

I think Axel wants to go for a
walk, okay, go get your leash!

Go get your leash, yay,
good boy!

Can you just shut up and get out
of here already?

Ugh, everything will
be out on Thursday,

I'd appreciate it if you
weren't here.

I mean if that isn't
too much to ask now, is it?

You know,
I really don't get you.

That's funny,
because I get you completely.

So what, everything
you said was bullshit?

And what specifically
are you referring to?

Don't you fuckin' play
your mind games with me.

Stand down.

You're both sick, you and that
mentally challenged dog.

I'm glad to be done with
the both of you.

So how was your shoot?

Oh, another rooftop.

You are so the rooftop girl.

Oh yes, darling, it is so
glamorous to live my life.

I'd kill to have your life.

Pft, how sweet of you to say.

- So, who shot you?
- Ugh, Kevin.

Holy shit, he's got like
literally over 9800 followers.

- And he's still a creep.
- Well, can you hook me up with him?

No, no, no, trust me, you do not
wanna shoot with this guy, he's like,

the Harvey Weinstein
of Instagram photographers.

Yeah, but he's got, like,
literally over 9800 followers.

Oh my God, like literally,
or literally literally?

Can you please just invite him
to your party?

This would be great
exposure for me.

Wait, why don't you just
cast a spell

to get more followers?

- Ha ha.
- Fuck you.

Love you with all my heart.

Not anymore.

Welcome to Comparative Religion.

Or what you get a degree in
when no religion

you subscribe to would have you
as a follower.

The Babylonian myth of human
creation opens with the words...

Inuma

Ilu

Awilum.

Or, "when the gods were human."

The language indicates a belief

that a piece of the gods was
also once present in humans.

Humans.

Similar to Adam in the J text of
the old testament.

Made out of clay

which was then mixed with blood

by the rebellious
God of knowledge.

Now in that way humans shared
a divine gift of understanding

and received something immortal.

The spirit.

What can I say?

He's hot as fuck.

Not hot like the guys my age
think is hot.

Not texting me "sup"
and then expecting me

to come over, give them
a blowjob while they play

a first-person shooter game hot.

No.

No, no, no, no.

I'm talking like old-school hot.

Like taking me out to
a four-star restaurant

then taking me to the opera,
taking me home,

holding me down and choking me
just the right amount

as he keeps me safe forever.
That kind of hot.

You know,
I would say I have daddy issues

but since I can't remember
either one of my parents,

what does it matter?

Hi, I'm Sarah,
I'm auditing class.

So wait, if the immortal spirit
is man's soul,

wouldn't that mean that our souls
are actually foreign to our bodies?

Well, I suppose you could
see it that way.

Okay, and doesn't that mean

that our entire
Judeo-Christian society

is actually
built on the idea that

some alien force is driving
our bodies?

I'm not sure I follow you.

I'm asking
if what you're saying is

that our souls
are in fact alien invaders?

Sarah, I think you're auditing
the wrong class.

Advanced abnormal psychology is
down the hall.

But actually,
Sarah brings up a valid point.

What's the difference between
a god infusing a piece

of themselves into a human

and demonic

possession?

Now in many cultures
around the world,

possession states are part of
normal cultural practice.

These possession states become
disorders when unwanted,

cause distress or impairment
and are not accepted

as part of a cultural or
societal norm in one society.

Okay, that's all
we have time for today.

For those of you who don't
know her,

this is Marie Clark,
your extraordinarily,

brilliant, and gifted TA.

Get your papers
to her by Thursday.

I'm gonna go.

Next week we will
explore plot similarities

between the
Sumerian epic Gilgamesh,

and the iconic
James Bond, Dr. No.

What does this have to do with
comparative religion, you ask.

Nothing, I just think it's cool
they have the same plot.

Marie.

Marie!

Hey.

Hey.

You're moving in to your new
apartment this weekend, huh?

- You remembered.
- Yeah.

So you all set,
you need any help?

Oh no, trust me, you do not
wanna lug in my couch.

Well, I've been known to lug
a few couches in my day.

No, I'm good, my friend Richard
is helping me out too on the side.

I don't have that much stuff.

Great.

I am having
a small party on Saturday.

I mean, if you wanna come,
maybe give it your blessing.

Hmm. Well, would you prefer
a blessing from Enki or Enlil?

Do you really need to ask?

- Enki.
- Enki.

Well, I'll see you there.

And your aunt was
hostile towards you growing up

and you always felt that
that was unfair.

I don't mean
to sound ungrateful.

You know, Aunt Rebecca was
generous to take me in.

She didn't have to do that.

You know,
everything was fine until...

She blamed
you for your uncle's death.

Even though you had
nothing to do with it.

So do you feel guilty about his
death in any way?

No.

Just sad for Aunt Rebecca.

I wanna go back to your

infatuation with your professor,

this, uh, what was his name?

- Ah, Harris, yes.
- Infatuation?

- Well, have you acted on your desires with him?
- Yeah, no, no.

- So what, no, is that a I can't quite-no, yes, no?
- That's a yes. No.

- No, I, I...
- You sure, this is a no now?

It's a hard no.

- It's a no, okay.
- No I haven't.

I got it.
So now, are you going to?

Can't a schoolgirl
just have a crush?

Marie, I just want you to

be careful with
this relationship.

I mean, there's something
you're trying to explore

from your past, and your
professor is giving you the lens.

I just don't think that
it's that healthy

for you to go there.

I'm done
trying to remember my past.

I'll never know
what really happened

so I'm moving forward.

Well, I think that is wonderful.

Yeah, no truly, I'm all good,
I'm good.

I believe, I do, I do.

Let the past live where it
belongs .

God knows you deserve it.

You deserve to be happy, hmm?

I'm trying.

I hope you know how
much I love you.

Oh, like no other.

Where is this going?
Please pick down.

Okay, okay, back, back,
back, okay.

I'm losing it,
I'm losing it.

Okay, okay, okay,
right here.

Here for now, okay?

I think it's great
forever, yeah.

Okay, for now.

Oh.

Where's Axel?

- Exploring the building.
- Right.

I wish I could wander around
the halls of any place

I just moved into and
claim any particular spot

I wanted with
a few drops of piss.

How many is that?

118,216.

Oh, 17!

Fame whore.

Whatever, okay,
over 120,000 followers

and I can pay off
my student loans.

Are you poor?

Oh, I didn't know.

Help me, I'm poor.

- I was born with a trust fund.
- Oh, I know.

- As I may have told you.
- Mm.

Which means
that from the age of two

I had it burned into my head
that my sole purpose

in life was not to lose
the family fortune.

Money's always been
a burden for me, really.

Wow. It must be so hard
to be so rich.

Yes, you plebs have no idea.

Okay, give it back.

Is this a diary?

No, just give it back.

Oh, how 20th century of thee.

Okay, come on, okay,
give it back, give it back.

- No, stop!
- "Dear diary, I'd really like..."

It's for me, okay!

All right.

Blow a gasket.

It's only for me.

I won't touch it again.

Yeah.

You're ridiculous.

You're ridiculous.

Richard put his hands
on you yesterday

and I nearly ripped
his goddamn head off.

I think I might be over
protective of you.

I have no idea what
I would do without you.

Am I becoming obsessed with you?

No, okay, I'm gonna take
Brighton's advice,

find another outlet
and paying it forward

by helping those who are not in
as good a place as I am.

Love is the name for
our pursuit of wholeness.

For our desire to be complete.

According to Greek mythology,
humans were originally created

with four arms, four legs
and a head with two faces.

Fearing their power,

Zeus split them into
two separate parts

condemning them to
spend their lives

in search of their...

We'll pick it up here
next week, yeah?

Okay.

Bark, bark, bark, bark, bark,

- bark, bark, bark. Hold on,
- Marie, Marie!

I'll be right back,
be right back.

Marie, Marie wait a second.

Marie!

Now you strike me

as having had
a military background.

Aah, you're perceptive.

- I was in intel for the 114.
- Oh.

- You?
- Mm, me? No.

Flat feet.

So do you always party
with your patients?

You always
party with your students?

Alex, hi, hi!

This place looks great!

Thank you
so much for this, truly,

you are a life saver.

I'm sorry things worked out
rough with Bobby.

I did warn you, didn't I?

You did, and you were right.

But thank you for this, truly.

I promise to be a good tenant.

Well, you won't have to worry
about anything here.

What's this?

Security cameras.

You can actually see everything
that goes on here

on your phone whenever you want.

You can watch me?

Oh, God no, no, you have
control over everything.

- You just have to download the app and reset the password.
- Mm-kay.

You can alert the police too so they
can see what's going on in here.

I don't think
that's gonna be necessary

but good to know, thank you.

Perfect.

Okay, so before you say anything

I just want you to know that
I had nothing to do

with Bobby finding out
about this party.

Mm-hmm, how'd he get my address?

Uh, I don't know.

Give me that.

Thanks.

I'm sorry, and I love you.

And I just had to come here
as a man

to tell you that to your face.

And if you want me
to turn away now

and walk away for
the rest of my life

- just say the word and that's what I'll do.
- Walk away.

Oh come on, baby,
don't be like that.

Look, I think it's time for
you to go.

You a watch maker?

Excuse me?

- Do you make watches?
- No.

Then who the fuck are you to tell
me when it's time for me to go?

- I don't want any trouble.
- You're damn right you don't want trouble.

What you wanna do is
go walk away

and keep on enjoying your
fucking trouble free existence.

All right, all right, all right.

That's enough.

We're at a party, okay?

Gentleman don't act like this
at a party.

Who the fuck are you?

I'm Gregory Harris.

Bobby D'Angelino.

- Can I ask you something, Bobby?
- You may.

Were you born
this much of an asshole

or did you just grow up
that way?

What the fuck did you just
say to me?

I said get the fuck outta here.

Now.

You're crazy, man.

You have no idea.

You're all fuckin' nuts.

You deserve whatever
you got coming' to you.

- Hi!
- Hey! Hey.

Please meet my star pupil,
Marie Clark.

Marie, this is my wife, Amelia.

- How do you do?
- So nice to meet you.

Gregory just can't stop talking
about how wonderful you are.

So sorry you had to see that.

I can't believe that's your
first impression of me.

Oh please don't worry.

My impression of you is just
beginning to form.

I need a drink.

Made a new friend.

- Say hello.
- Hello.

Come on, let's go, hurry up!

So what do you like to shoot on?

- What are you doing here?
- What's the problem? I don't understand what's the problem.

The problem is you brought me
to a college kegger right now.

I brought you to
my student's party.

She invited me, I don't
understand what the problem is.

Hi.

I'm Marie.

I know.

Do I know you?

I'm a friend of Sarah's.

Why are you holding my phone?

Oh, is this yours,
I didn't know.

I was gonna see who it
belonged to.

You know it's not a good idea

to leave those things
lying around.

I know all of Sarah's
friends, you're not one of them.

How could you know all of them?

Oh, you mean you're like
Facebook friends with Sarah,

so you don't actually know her.

Do we ever actually know
the people who are in our lives?

- Right.
- Mmm.

Mm, excuse me.

Oh hey, Marie, can't stand
your party by the way.

- Hey, hey, in here, in here.
- Hi.

He needs us!

- Who is that?
- Who?

- That, th...
- Who are you talking about?

Okay, he was just,
he was just up there.

- Do you not want me to become famous?
- What?

Okay, because being photographed
by Kevin is like

a really huge deal, and I know
it means nothing to you

because you have like a million followers
and you're so fucking perfect...

I am not always perfect...

But to me, exposure to
9800 people would be huge.

- Amelia, seriously?
- Pardon me, what am I supposed to be wearing?

And you're smoking a cigarette.

You're so disrespectful,
you are...

It really was a lovely party.

I wish I didn't have to go.

Oh, me too, but alas your
chariot awaits, okay.

A Uber?

A Lyft.

Whore.

Slut.

Okay, okay, here we go.

If I fall
down the stairs and die

will you write me
a beautiful eulogy?

- Oh that hurt. Okay, and we're sitting.
- I'm English, darling.

- You're no longer making any sense. Okay.
- Yes.

But am I not theater, darling?

I mean really.

Forgot my bag.

Okay.

Okay, so text me when you're
home safe in bed, okay?

There's nothing safe
about my bed

and never well be.

Good night, Richard.

Alone at last.

Oh my...

I'm sorry,
I didn't mean to scare you.

I thought you left.

Well, I dropped Amelia off
and came back.

Why?

I like being around you.

I like being around you too.

No, I mean, it's different.

I mean, I like you.

A lot.

How about some water, yeah?

Perfect.

"Dear Marie, thank you for
letting me sleep it off

on your couch last night.

I'm sorry for making an ass
of myself.

I hope you can forgive me.

Harris."

Wow, you know what,
as fun as that sounds

I've actually got myself a date.

You know, well, with a glass of
wine and Floyd's Moses.

The Egyptian.

Yeah, twice, and it gets funnier
every time I read it.

Okay, well, have fun
with Umberto.

Dear Marie,
while you don't know me

I am writing to return what
appears to be your diary?

Since I cannot be absolutely
sure it's yours

I found my hope to be your
address on a piece of paper

in the back of the book.

Prior to returning it over to
its rightful owner

I thought it best to ask you
a few pertinent questions.

Please answer carefully because
it could mean the difference

between possession of this
repository

at first some very intimate
thoughts and events

that have happened

over an extremely active life.

Where did you meet so many
interesting people?

"While I can only imagine how
disconcerting it must be

to realize you have possibly
misplaced,

and then to learn, in fact you
have lost such a personal item,

it would be inconceivable
for me to comprehend

a situation whereby someone
other than yourself was

in possession of these
innermost thoughts."

- This is some creepy shit.
- Yeah, yeah, tell me about it.

- Oh, who do you think wrote it?
- I have no idea.

- Well, did you call the police?
- For what, a letter?

I'm sure they'll have
them working in shifts.

Valid.

Can you do like a spell.

And reveal who took it?

Sweetie, it' doesn't
really work like that.

Okay, well that sucks.

So what did you
say about me in it?

Good things.

- Really?
- Only.

- Only good things.
- Yes, really only good...

Can you not stress me out
right now?

- I'll be right back.
- Okay.

I am in a terrible dilemma.

Being single as you are,
I risk the possibility

of alienating you to the point
where nothing more

than an exchange of a book will
take place between us.

For example, would I be better
off using this diary

as a means of meeting you?

What the fuck?

My puppet,
you found her!

- What is this?
- Do you like it?

You sounded
so scared on the phone

I thought I should do
something nice.

She's for good things only.

I'm telling you,
she may look scary

but her purpose is to
protect you.

Hypothetically speaking,
let's suppose

I never even brought up
the subject of the diary

but instead decided to
bump into you

in a manner of speaking,
who would be the wiser?

I could be very careful
as to my demeanor

using subtlety and guile.

Never letting on
what I know, but in fact

we would appear to have so much
in common

you would marvel at
how I anticipate your needs,

your desires, your fantasies.

It crossed my mind
more than once, believe me.

Fortunately I believe in
complete honesty.

In fact being honest,
not only with others

but also with oneself is
something I credit

with allowing me to leave
the hospital one year earlier

than even the most optimistic
doctors anticipated.

But one can never be exact
about such things.

Signing off for now, your angel.

Ree, ree, wake up!

Oh my God, oh my God,
oh my God, are you okay?

Oh no, you've killed me!

Oh, does it still hurt?

- Too soon?
- Too soon.

Yeah, good, you deserve it.

- Just tell me this, all right?
- Hmm?

If you really have some sort of
psychopathic person

slipping you love letters,
why on heaven and earth

would you leave your front door
unlocked whilst you're in the loo? Ow!

But I did lock it.

And I put the chain on.

Well, then how did I get in?

I have no idea.

You're a ball of stress, darling.
You really should carve out

more time for relaxation
and meditation.

Maybe go back to your painting.
I know.

Come with me to my family villa
next weekend.

- I've been dying to show you the place for ages.
- Yeah, it sounds nice.

Or I could just get you a heavy bag
for your birthday and be done with it.

- It's cheaper than plastic surgery.
- Oh man up, you're fine.

There's the girl
I love and adore.

Hit it.

- Hello?
- Hey, what are you doing?

- Just painting.
- Oh good, you're not doing anything.

- I need a favor.
- Okay.

Kevin wants to shoot me, but
only if you do it with me too.

No, I really don't wanna shoot
with Kevin again.

You have to do this for me.

One hour, that's it.

Oh, you are an angel.

Too soon?

Too soon.

I love you more
than life itself.

Right.

Ah, okay.

Yeah, that's nice.

Okay, hold that.

Love it.

Hold it, hold it.

Don't try as hard.

Damn Marie, that's great.

Beautiful, beautiful.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, hold that.

Oh it's great, it's great.

Okay, I think we got it.

Thank you so much, ladies.

Oh, so when are you
going to post these?

Oh yeah, I don't know, but I'll
definitely give you a heads up.

Hey, Marie,
do you have a second?

We got some fantastic shots last
time and I made some prints.

I'm gonna submit one and I'd
love to get your opinion

on which one was your favorite.

Cool, where are they?

Uh, yeah, I don't
let anyone see prints

until I get
the subject's approval.

It'll only take a minute
if you wanna hang out.

No, that's okay,
I have some glamorous plans

- I must attend to, darling.
- Oh, bummer.

Oh, I will see you later
at that thing.

Don't be late.

- Kevin, I really have to go.
- Hey, hey, hey.

Look, I promise,
no funny business.

I just wanna give you
some prints, okay?

The prints, okay?
That's it.

What is this?

Do you have any idea how
beautiful you are?

Oh, God damn.

Change your mind?

Aunt Rebecca, hi.

It's your niece, Marie.

Uh, it would just be
really great to see you.

I am so, so sorry I'm late.

I just haven't been sleeping
well lately.

What's keeping you up at night?

I lost my diary.

Maybe that's it.

I didn't know you kept a diary.

Guilty.

What do you write about
in your diary?

Everything.

Who do you think took it?

I have no idea.

But it's so good to see you.

How are you?

I'm lonely, Marie.

I'm sorry I can't see you more.

It's just between school and...

It doesn't matter.

Aunt Rebecca,
can I ask you, can...

Were my father and Uncle Carl
alike in any way?

Wow, we don't talk about
the past, Marie.

But I'm just trying to
get sense of...

A sense of what?

You're trying to
find yourself, hmm?

Is that why you keep a diary?

I wasn't trying to upset you.

You are just like your mother.

Savage.

Savage, what do you...

She killed your father,
didn't she?

You know I don't remember
what happened.

I thought I could do this,
but I can't.

Aunt Rebecca, I'm sorry,
I didn't...

You know, there's a reason we
don't talk about the past.

It stirs things up.

Don't you see you need me?

Without me you are just
the helpless scared little girl

you always feared you
would become.

Fear not, for I am closer to you
than you think.

Now that I have your diary

I understand completely
what you need

and I'm going to give it to you.

I had to kill Kevin.

You know I did.

You are no one's commodity.

What do you want from me?

It's the police, ma'am.

Is everything all right?

Everything's fine.

Just a minute.

- Marie Clark?
- Yeah.

Do you know this man?

He wanted to give me some prints
from our previous shoot.

A lot of prints.

You were plastered all over
his studio.

Yeah, it made me uncomfortable,
so I left.

With your friend Sarah.

No, she left before.

And what time was that exactly?

I don't know, maybe 4:15,
something like that.

A little jumpy, aren't we?

It's just a little shocking to
hear that someone's dead.

I mean, I can't pretend I liked
the guy. He's creepy as fuck.

But I mean, no one,
no one deserves that.

Deserves what?

To be murdered.

Oh, not just murdered.

Kevin Duncan was assassinated
by a professional.

A professional?

We have reason to believe

the killer has
military training.

Why did you leave anyway?

Were you afraid he was planning to
take advantage of you? Assault you?

I don't know what he wanted,
I just didn't wanna be there

I didn't feel safe.

You have a lot of
books on God.

Yeah, I'm getting my masters in
comparative religion.

Hmm.

OCD,
I gotta touch myself.

I don't want to be rude,
but it's been a pretty intense day.

Do you need anything else from
me or are we done here?

This was a severely brutal
murder, Marie.

Whoever did this is capable of
a level of violence

most people can't
easily comprehend.

So, for your own safety,

I hope you're not keeping
anything from us.

Hey.

Axel.

Hey, Axel.

Axel?

Okay.

Stop!

Hey, nice of you to show up.

You might wanna try doing it at
the start of class

instead of the end.

What's wrong?

I think I might
be losing my mind.

Well, generally if you're asking
whether or not

you're going crazy
it's a pretty safe bet

to say you're sane.

And just because you're paranoid
doesn't mean

that they're all not
out to get you.

I'll buy you a drink,

you can tell me about
all your problems.

'Kay.

No,
you were right to not go to the cops.

You'd only confirm their suspicions
that you were involved somehow.

Great. I mean yes, I'm glad
you agree with my instincts

but I mean, if I can't go to
the cops, who can I trust?

I have somebody that can help.

What, like a P.I.?

Yeah, you could say that.

I see you're aim's improved

since the last time I beat you.

Have you developed amnesia?

Because I remember
whooping your ass

the last time we played.

Put your money on the table.

Money on the table.

Where was that the last time
we played?

Abu Dhabi.

Ooh!

The weapons convention.

Yup.

The time Keith
almost blew our cover.

That's the one.

Fucker still owes us
for that one.

He's this close to being'
strung up by his balls

for the rest of his life.

Where's he at now?

The agency.

That figures.

Speaking of owing favors.

Oh yeah, what's her name again?

Marie.

Marie Clark.

Marie Clark.

Hey brother, are you all right?

Don't I look all right?

This girl I told you about,

the girl I told you that needs
your help?

She's special.

So if you're not up for this...

Catching a stalker, that's easy.

- They always come to you.
- Angus, that's not what I'm talking about.

I owe you one. I told you I'd
take care of the young student.

It's not like that. She's in
a fragile place right now.

Now I don't need you
going up there

at 11:30 AM smelling like
whiskey, you feel me?

Do you really have to insult me?

Implying that I'd stoop so low

as to meet a new client for
the first time, drunk?

I'm a fucking professional.

There we go, okay.

I'm not gonna sugar
coat it for you, woman.

I've seen things that'd turn

another man's nuts into raisins.

Oh, okay.

I'm midway through
a vicious divorce

and I'm taking down
a liter of Jameson a night.

My company is in serious danger
of going down the shitter.

'Cause I was having an affair

with my 22-year-old assistant.

- And my wife caught us on tape.
- Wow.

But I'm really good at
what I do.

I can solve your problem
for you.

Oh, I see you've already K.O.'d
the security cameras.

Strong Solutions, wow.

That's quite a name
for your company.

- Do you like it?
- Oh yeah, I do, no it's,

it gives the impression

that you have strong solutions

for people's problems.

Yes love, that we do.

Okay, yeah, so,
how does this work?

You know, what do we do first?

First we find out how this
person's been getting

in and out of your apartment.

Perfect.

Yeah, you definitely wanna have
these locks changed.

But there's no sign of forced
entry in the apartment.

Whoever's coming in here
has a key.

Yeah, but I put the chain on it.

Chains can be opened from
the outside

with a rubber band
and a piece of tape.

Pop this under the door when
you're here alone.

It will not keep an intruder
out forever

but it'll slow him down
long enough

for you to get a suitable
weapon. Do you have a gun?

- No, God, no, no.
- Well, you should get yourself one.

Or at least a decent
canister of pepper spray.

And I'm gonna need a list of
everyone in your life

who could've taken your diary.

The good, the bad,
and everyone in between.

Okay, this is the list of
their names.

- If you need anything...
- Oh, names are enough.

You did it alphabetically.

Yeah, that's just how my mind
works I guess.

Impressive.

So what do we do now?

Now I find out
who's been stalking you

and I'm gonna make them stop.

What?

Robert D'Angelino!

Never heard of him.

I'm here to talk to you
about a murder.

Who died?

Kevin Duncan.

Never heard of him either.

You sure about that?

'Cause your ex-girlfriend was
the last person

to see him alive.

So what are you saying?

Marie killed him?

Maybe you killed him.

Oh, I see.

You fell for it too.

Fell for what?

She plays it all cute and sweet

but that's not who she
really is.

Oh no?

Who is she then?

You don't know shit,
get the fuck out of my...

Stay the fuck away from her,
do you hear me? Hmm, do you hear me?

Because if you come within a mile of Marie
Clark ever again I'll be coming back.

And if I have to come back,
we're not gonna have

as nice a chat
as we're having now.

Now you boys make sure to enjoy
the rest of your day.

Life can be shorter than
you think.

Eight years of marriage,
and she leaves

without a word, a note, nothing.

It's like she just vanished.

I'm so sorry.

Maybe she got bored.

I mean, how many times can you
hear a guy get drunk

and rant about Amakelites before
the novelty wears off.

- Amalekites.
- Amalekites.

Well, I could listen to you rant
about Abimelech

and the Amelekites until David
brings 200 foreskins to Saul.

Dear God. You are perfect.

- Stop.
- Seriously.

You quote Maimonides.

You have a million followers on
that social media thing.

You're kind, you're sweet,
you're funny.

Beautiful beyond words.

And you're fucking brilliant.

You're gonna make
a major contribution

with your research in Enuma.

So what gives?

You must have
a defect somewhere.

I just can't for the life of me
figure out what it is.

Well, I do have a stalker.

There's that.

Yeah.

How are things working out
with Angus?

Yeah, how do you
know him exactly?

We served together
in a private company.

What, like mercenaries?

Something like that.
It's best to keep it vague.

You know, what important is that you can trust
him to look out for your best interest.

- Are you sure about that?
- Do you really think I would bring someone

- in your life you can't trust?
- And what about you, huh?

Like all the sudden you're some
G.I. Joe mercenary assassin?

I collected intel
when I was active.

They had other people do
the killing.

I just did it to pay for school.

I'm retired from that life now.

Hey, this is my life now.

First temple split
heaven and earth.

Watery shrine built for
a prince.

Water poured from his
pure canal.

Oh my God, wow.

I can't believe you got
the university to acquire this.

It must have cost a fortune.

Well, when I saw it
it was going up for auction

I told the dean I'd quit if they
didn't acquire it.

You were ready to quit your job
over this? Why?

Well, I knew
it would make you happy.

Really?

Really.

Why are you here,
Mr. McGlocklin?

Between you and me
I'm just padding my books.

It looks good to
the client when we meet

with all potentially
relevant people in person.

I don't have an objective here

but since I am here,
anything you can tell me

about who might be
stalking her, could be helpful.

Does Marie have any enemies?

Every beautiful girl
has enemies.

But does she have
enemies capable of murder?

Given the right
circumstance just about anyone,

I think, is capable of murder.

Isn't that
your experience, sergeant?

Oh, retired now.

Oh, really? So why
did you leave the Army?

Oh, that's
a long and boring story.

You know, I really like the way

you've decorated your office.

Well, thank you.

Did you do it
yourself or hire someone?

What do they call them?

Interior designers.

Why, are you
looking for someone?

Oh, I don't think
I could afford them.

You must have
a very successful practice.

Ah, yes, well I do well enough.

What's your hourly rate,
if you don't mind me asking?

My clients pay me by the month

and get whatever
time they need from me.

How does Marie pay you for that?

I mean, I'm doing
a favor for a buddy

'cause she made it clear
she couldn't afford my rates.

I wanna make sure she's not
taking me for a run, you know?

Mistaking my generosity
for stupidity and whatnot.

Mr. McGlocklin, Marie survived
a very traumatic childhood

and has worked incredibly hard
to get where she is today.

And where is she today?

Able to function as a normal,
successful human being,

and with a very bright future.

The fact that she is
not completely immobilized

by the trauma
that she went through,

that's nothing short of
a miracle, Mr. McGlocklin.

- I didn't know.
- Yes, well, know this.

I care deeply for Marie,
as I do all of my patients.

I tell you, I do not appreciate
a character such as yourself

nosing about her business in
your cavalier military fashion.

So if you will excuse me,
I think we're done here.

Oh, hold the door. Thank you.

Don't tell
anyone where you're going.

Don't bring any
devices with you.

I'll control your social media.

And within 48 hours,
I'm gonna have whoever did this

nailed to the fucking wall.

Wow.

Told you I was a trust fund kid.

That's Tres,
he's the groundskeeper.

He looks after
the place when we're not here

which is most of the time.

So it's a pretty
good deal for him actually.

He's staying with us?

Only in the shed, darling.
Don't let the help in the house.

- So he doesn't have keys?
- He's perfectly harmless.

Don't be fooled by his appearance,
he's an absolute sweetheart.

- He's kind of like you in his one way.
- Oh that is unfortunate.

Good to see you, Mr. Richard.

Hello.

The house is in
perfect working order,

I turned off the security
system like you asked

so we won't have no problem
with the police like last time.

Thank you.

Tres, this is
my dear friend, Marie.

Marie, this is Tres.

Glad to know you, Miss Marie.

Wait until I show you the view.

Tres, darling, would you
put the luggage away please.

Happy to, Mr. Richard.

Thank you.

Is the bar fully stocked?

Well, I knew it was you coming

so I'm gonna let you answer
that one for yourself.

- Tres, you are a godsend.
- We do what we can, Mr. Richard. We do what we can.

Keep your hands where I
can see 'em

and move over to the corner.

- Who sent you?
- That's an impressive piece of machinery you have there.

You tell that piece of shit
I've done everything he asked,

all right, he ain't got
any reason to be doing' this.

What is it you think
I'm here to do?

- Motherfucker.
- I'm not here for the reasons you think I'm here.

Down on your knees.

- That's not gonna happen.
- What?

I'm not getting down on my knees

and you're not gonna shoot me.

- Oh, you don't think so?
- No.

- You're not a killer.
- You don't know.

Huh, I know that you were
the smartest kid in your class.

And you had a natural
ability for programming.

But you had social
anxieties too, and secretly felt

that the other little fuckers
were always laughing at you.

Which, they were.

Put down the gun, son.
I'm only here to talk.

Why are you
monitoring Marie Clark?

I don't know what...

My time's run out.

So if you don't
start giving me answers

I'm gonna blow that
pretty little head of yours

all over that X there,
do you hear me?

I'm telling you, man.
I don't know shit,

they don't tell me shit, okay?

Oh, they, hmm?

They is a start.

Who's they?
Hmm?

No?

Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, okay, listen.

All right, okay I met a guy
at the party

- and he offered me a lot of dough.
- Huh.

And he set me up as
her boyfriend's roommate

when she moved out
to monitor her.

Okay, so I hacked into her shit.

- To do what?
- Just to fuck with her.

To fuck with her how?

Just to fuck with
her head and stuff like,

- make her paranoid, like she's going crazy.
- Who was the guy?

I don't know, he paid me cash.
I never heard from him again.

Well, if he paid you up front
and you never saw the guy again

why didn't you just
pocket the money

and leave the poor girl alone?

'Cause this isn't the kinda
guy you wanna piss off.

What do you mean?

He's like, evil, okay?

He's like into
some real dark shit.

Here are your quarters.

It's a bit musky.

Grandmother had
an obsession with dolls.

This is just
the tip of the iceberg.

You should see the attic.

Creepy dolls, perfect.

Well, there's no point
hiding it from you.

They can walk and talk.

- And then they have...
- Okay, okay,

you really are insane,
you know this, right?

You know, one time I found a particularly
randy Annalee doll on top of one of my Kens.

Knickers over her head. We should really just
throw them in a bin and be done with it.

But since it would
break mother's heart

to do such a cruel
and heartless thing...

There, that does it.

I could find you another room.

Oh no, no.
Richard this is wonderful.

Thank you.

Come, come.

None of that.

We're on holiday.

You don't need to get
all emotional and, you know,

take time away from
more important things.

Like getting properly legless.

How 'bout
a nice couple of Pimm's?

Sounds lovely, doesn't it?

Yeah, lovely.

You took custody of
your niece when she was how old?

Fifteen, she was fifteen
when my brother died.

How long was it then

before you checked
her into the hospital?

How do you know about that?

All due respect, it's my job

to know everything about Marie.

What else do you think you know?

What else are you afraid I know?

I think I'd like
you to leave now.

Rebecca, I want
you to look at me.

You've been carrying an immense
weight on your shoulders.

And I can remove
that weight for you.

I want you to understand that

what happened isn't your fault.

You were just doing
what you felt you had to do.

Yes.

Can you trust me, Rebecca?

Now talk me
through the order of events

until the day you
put her in the hospital.

We're here.

Darling, this is
your Uncle Carl.

- Carl, this is Marie.
- Hi.

I'll grab this.

Carl, Carl!

Carl?

Carl? Carl!

My mom sent me
an angel to protect me.

Marie, what happened here?

It was my angel.

She did it.

Hello, we're here
to see Dr. Kellogg.

Remember, we don't
talk about the past.

To anyone.

Oh, don't look so scared, Marie,

this place is not
as bad as all that.

Now let me show you
to your new bedroom.

It's all right.

- Hello there, Rosemary.
- Can I help you?

That's very pretty pin
you have on there.

Thank you.

Did you make it yourself?

Why yes, I actually did.

I thought so, it has
that one of a kind feel to it.

Well, how can I help you?

Well, I was hoping you
could let me take a look

at a file for a former patient.

So Marie had
two primary doctors,

first Kellogg, then Brighton?

Yes, that's correct.

Is Dr. Kellogg still here?

Dr. Kellogg was murdered

in the parking lot
two weeks ago.

He was stabbed to death.

- It looks like your client was part of a program called Alter.
- Alter?

Alter was part of a post-911
experimental project blitz.

When they were
giving the green light

to just about anything.

What can you tell me about it?

It was started by
an outside contractor.

It was a program for
developing unwitting assassins.

Why was it abandoned?

They found out he was
using a mental patient

as a test subject.

Shut it down quick.

Hmm.

That's all I got.

I know what you're risking
by giving me this, Keith.

Don't think it
goes unappreciated.

Well, you find this motherfucker
that did this to Harris

and you do to him
what I wish I could.

You sleep all right
last night, Miss Marie?

I did, thank you.

You ain't from
around here, are you?

No, I'm not. I mean, yeah,
no, not originally.

That's like me.

I ain't from around here
originally neither.

But you ain't an open
gate motherfucker, are you?

Excuse me?

It's just there's three
kinds of people in this world.

You got your open gate
motherfuckers,

your closed gate motherfuckers,

and your locked gate
motherfuckers.

Now what's your open gate
motherfucker saying?

- I don't know.
- Well, he's saying, "My gate is open.

What's mine is yours,
you can come take my shit."

And if you're foolish enough
to leave your gate open

I'm gonna take your shit.

But then you got
your locked gate motherfucker.

Now what they saying'...

They saying',
"My shit is valuable.

I don't want you
to take my shit."

But if you think
some little ol' rinky dink

motherfuckin' lock
gonna keep me out

I'm definitely gonna
take your shit.

And finally you got
your closed gate motherfuckers.

Now what they saying',

what they saying' is,
"My shit is valuable.

I don't want you to take it."

But I don't need no
mother fuckin' rinky dink lock

to keep you out, no.

You ain't gonna touch my shit

'cause you know I'm
such a bad motherfucker."

So, the moral of the story is?

Always be
a closed gate motherfucker?

Closed gate motherfucker.

I'll keep that in mind, thanks.

Now you have yourself
a nice run now, Miss Marie.

I appreciate you
taking the time to see me again.

Well, I must say I was curious
when you contacted me again.

Thank you.

- Hot!
- Now, you said you needed my expert opinion

on a different case
that you're working on?

A runaway, her parents are terrified
'cause the daughter suffers

from multiple
personality disorder.

Trying to get a good sense
of what life's like

for someone with this disorder

so I can figure out
where to begin.

Do you think you can help me?

Well, the disorder
you're referring to is

dissociative identity
disorder, which just happens

to be my specialty.

I think you know that.

That's why I came to you first.

Always start with the best.

So what would you like to know?

Well, is it like
it is in the movies?

With one personality
being normal

and the other
a brutal psychopath?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

How so?

Well, it doesn't
make it any easier

on the DID community that

movies only portray them

as monsters

whose alters commit
these violent, evil deeds.

I'm sorry, what
did you say, alters?

Oh, I'm sorry.

We refer to the dominant
identity as the host.

And all the other identities,
the ones the patients creates

to protect themselves
from whatever trauma

that they went through

those are called alters.

What type of trauma?

Childhood trauma.

The worst part is I knew.

I knew the whole time, and
I convinced myself I was crazy.

You convinced me I was crazy.

You sick gaslighting fuck.

You're out of your mind.

She told me Larry, she told me.

She's a child.

A child with an active
imagination, that's all.

I let this happen.

Please God, send me an angel.

An angel to protect me always.

Here you go again.

All the times that,
you know, she fell down,

all the times that
she had the bruises.

You need to calm down,

you're gonna give
yourself a seizure.

You hurt her!

You hurt her!

You hurt her!

I hate you!

Please God, send me an angel.

An angel who will protect me.

Please God, send me an angel.

You've been a bad girl, Marie.

Oh baby, I'm sorry.

Just let the past
live where it belongs.

You deserve to be happy.

You know there's a reason
we don't talk about the past.

Stirs things up.

Hi.

You don't remember me, do you?

How wasted were you?

Come on, fix me a drink, Angel.

♪ Angel, angel, come to me ♪

♪ Angel, angel, set me free ♪

♪ I need you and you need me ♪

♪ My angel for ♪

♪ eternity ♪

That's my angel.

The child manifests
an alter to endure the pain

that's been inflicted on them
so they can survive it.

So they can pretend that
it's happening to someone else

or there's someone else there
to protect them.

And so the violence
makes them violent.

No, no, no, no, the vast
majority of those afflicted

with DID do not have alters
who commit violent acts.

But they are still,
all of them, they are beholden

to the same basic
tenets as the host.

So could someone
hypnotize an alter

without the host
being aware of it?

Control that alter?

Well, they would have to
be an exceptional hypnotist.

- Could you do it?
- Why would I want to?

- I don't know, why did you do it to Marie?
- I beg your pardon?

Was it to get a government
contract to fund your work?

In exchange for creating the
most lethal kind of assassin?

What kind of assassin is that?

The unknowing kind.

You're the one who's
been terrorizing Marie

trying to drive her crazy so
you can pin the murders on her.

How many people
have you made her kill?

Well, I really can't recall.

Yeah well,
you don't know this yet

but you really fucked up...

- Ah.
- ...when you murdered my friend.

Oh, I did?

Oh.

But now you see,
your friend Harris,

he just simply got in the way.

I mean he encouraged her
to ask the wrong questions

and he introduced her to you.

Tell me,
how does it feel to know that

you're the reason
that your friend is dead?

No.

You're ready.

♪ Angel, Angel come to me ♪

♪ Angel, Angel set me free ♪

♪ I need you and you need me ♪

♪ My angel for ♪

♪ eternity ♪

When are you going
to give it back to her?

You said it would be
helpful to read her diary

to know her inner thoughts.

You didn't say you were
going to keep it.

I mean, really.

She's gone to pieces.

And what on God's
green earth were you doing

sending her letters?
How was that therapeutic?

Oh, my boy.

How little you understand
about the abnormal mind.

No, no, no, no,
it's a good thing

that you are so cute.

Otherwise I might not
keep you around.

No, no, come on, no, no.

I missed you.

Did you?

I'm in the mood for
a Pimm's Cup.

Would you be a darling
and slice the cucumbers for me?

With pleasure.

Come on, where is she.

Okay, here she is.

Oh, just in time.

I was beginning to get worried.

What are you doing here?

I came to explain.

Explain what?

Explain what?

Oh, suit yourself,
but this is a marvelous vintage.

You know, one thing
you can say for Richard,

he knows a good red
when he sees one.

Mm, ah.

Why are you here?

I can only help you
if you trust me.

Now you do trust me,
don't you, Marie?

Of course, yeah.

Good, that's very good.

Because I'm gonna give you
what you always wanted.

I'm gonna tell you
what happened to you.

After Jane killed your uncle,

your Aunt Rebecca
checked you into the hospital.

That's when I found you.

And I loved you both equally.

Jane wanted to become
the perfect assassin.

Jane liked killing people.

Marie loved studying
ancient cultures and religions.

But with Jane,
there was money to be made.

When the government
proved unreliable

it became evident
that we would have to find

more creative ways
to finance our work.

That's when
I perfected the trigger.

Something that
would make Jane come out

to protect you on cue.

And that's when Jane and I
went into business together.

And I must say we had one
hell of a good run, my dear.

I mean we, we could
have gone on forever.

And, you know, nobody
would have been the wiser.

My colleague Kellogg had no
idea he was my first guinea pig.

But unfortunately for him,
he got a visit from the agency.

Experimental surgery,
are you out of your mind?

And was stupid enough
to tell me about it.

Bark, bark, bark,
bark, bark, bark, bark.

Marie, Marie!

And that could have
been the end of it.

But Marie had to have

her schoolgirl crush

on her professor, and that's
when all the trouble began.

Harris had to go.

No question about it.

But I'm not a monster.

I did that one myself, for you.

Oh? What do we have here?

You know the problem
with men like you?

You always think you're smarter

than the woman
you're talking to.

Marie.

Stupid.

You see, we're one, doctor.

And what Jane and I do,
we do because we have to.

Marie, Marie,
I want you to listen to me.

I bet you have a small dick.

Marie, everything I did,
I did it for you.

- Take it out.
- What?

Take out your dick.

Marie, Marie,
I want you to look at me.

Are you gonna make us cut it off

so we can
measure it for ourselves?

Please.

Like we thought, tiny.

Put it away now.
I find the sight depressing

and we're not gonna
be depressed any more.

- Please, oh please, listen to reason.
- No!

- Ow!
- For once you are gonna shut up

- and listen for once.
- Okay, okay, okay.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.
I'm listening.

Just be calm, stay calm.

Don't tell us what to do!

I'm sorry, just
please don't hurt me.

Just please,
please don't hurt me.

God writes a story
for each and every single

one of us, doctor.

Don't you remember?

You kill for pleasure
and God punishes those

who take their pleasure
in other people's pain.

And now it's your time
for your story to end, doctor.

No you, you are not as smart
as you think you are, sweetie.

Oh no?

Did you really think
that I would turn you

into a killing machine without

certain safety measures?

Hmm?

Only a fool creates a monster

without embedding
an off switch in it.

Hmm?

Oh, now this is a pity.

Don't you see how
I care for you, Marie?

The plan was for you to
spend the rest of your life

in a nice, clean
facility for killing Kevin.

But now?

You humiliated me.

And now, I'm gonna
make you suffer for it.

You know, it really is just you

tiny-dicked,
locked gate motherfuckers

that give the rest
of us men a bad name.

Your time is up.

You all right?

Yeah, thank you.

Richard?

Dead.

Just for my own edification,

to whom do I have the privilege
of addressing at the moment?

We're gonna get along just fine.

Once you've had a violent
stalker penetrate your life

you will not be the same.

The paranoia,
it never goes away.

Not a day goes by when
I do not think of Brighton

and all of
the people he murdered.

I think about how he was
almost the end of my life.

My story.

And there are still times
when I feel paralyzed with fear.

But then I remind myself
that what Brighton did to me,

what anyone does to you,

it's not the end of your story.

It's just the beginning.

Thank you.

Now, do any of y'all have
any questions for Miss Marie?

- You, right here.
- Hi.

- Hi.
- So now that you've come forth with your story,

I mean you've revealed so much.

I feel like I know you.

Your writing is so, uh,
natural and mature.

Thank you.

I just, I wonder, putting
yourself out there like this,

I mean do you think
that you're opening yourself up

to other stalkers
coming after you?

For their sake, we hope not.