Dollhouse (2009–2010): Season 2, Episode 4 - Belonging - full transcript

I was just trying
to help her.

I was just trying
to help her.

Thanks for covering, Priya.

Oh, I sold a necklace
for you.

A talkative young man
brought one for his fiance.

No kidding.

I should have you
sell my junk for me all day.

Ah, your jewelery
sells itself.

Oh, the Aussie princess
can't hurt.

Hey, do they have
royalty in Australia?

Uh, we have a queen,



yes, but it's the same one
they have in England.

Fickle bitch.

Oh, speaking
of princes...

...He's back.

Not my type.

Why not?

You're certainly his.

So, uh,

What are you doing
with all these pieces anyway?

Not using them for firewood,
I hope.

I'm a collector,

and you're
the real deal.

You shouldn't
be selling

on Venice Beach with
all this novelty crap.



Well, I need cash,

and I don't have a work visa.

So...

Would you ever be interested

in, uh, making
something for me?

Something
very large?

Like an elephant?

No.

Well, like a painting,
a big painting

that would cost
a lot more money.

Oh...

You're loaded, too.

I'm, uh,

I'm overpaid.

Well, did you have
something specific

you would want?

Yes.

You.

To do your thing.

You know, maybe I could
even arrange a show.

All right, so...
here.

Let me know.

Ooh... See, you
hit the jackpot, girl.

And Nolan commissioned this?

Because I don't think
I have reason to live

if I can't have one of
your paintings for myself.

Wow, you must have a
really boring life.

Oh, you're funny.

She's funny, too, Anton.

There she is--

The woman
of the hour.

Man, Nolan
wasn't kidding.

About what?

Well, he said
the art was

almost as beautiful
as the artist.

Yeah, Nolan likes
to say things like that.

I'm not as good
as these people tell me.

How good you are is
history's business.

You're doing what you love

and these folks want
to pay you for it.

These aren't really
my kind of folks.

I plan to be moving on.

Well, a few
showings like this

and you can move on...
and on, anywhere you want.

You should stick with Nolan.

He finds an artist,
they thrive.

This is an elaborate,
expensive seduction,

Nolan.

I mean, uh, it's the least
Rossum can do

after all of your work
with us,

But couldn't you just
buy her a necklace

or a boat
or something?

I tried all that,
but she's an artist.

A free spirit, harding.

- She can't be bought.
- Ah.

But she can be lured.

We'll see.

Just...

Why don't you let us build
the woman you want--

The perfect woman?

We have all types
available.

I don't want
a doll, Harding.

I want her.

He's crazy about your work.

It's not all
about the work.

No, sweetie, it's
about the power.

There's a ton of money in this
room, but that's not power.

Nolan's a medical genius,

short-listed for the Nobel.

That's power.

Art is power

Because they
can't make it.

So what if you make Nolan
all cute and nervous?

Why not ride that a little?

Let them think
they have the power.

Our time will come.

Sorry, darling.

Luca is chomping
at the bit.

Priya, this is
Luca Pallidio,

The finest art dealer
in all of Italy.

Not true.
Buona sera.

Oh, hello.

I love the piece.

It's very organic,
um, effortless.

You mind if I ask you
many boring questions?

Not at all.

Mr. Harding,
always a pleasure.

Most people

who are as rich and
good-looking as Nolan

Don't have good taste.

But your work reminds me

of Bernard Patin.

Is he an influence?

Uh, I'm embarrassed to say
I don't know who that is.

Is that bad?

Well, no, it's natural.

People kill for that--
to be unaffected.

Hmm.

Unlike everyone here.

So why the bird motif?

I don't know.

I just think
they're beautiful.

That's it.

Perhaps it is a
reflection of you, no?

Free, always moving, searching
for something... better?

I don't need better.

No, you move because...
because there is wind.

Do you want to get
out of here?

I'd love to.

Okay.

We can talk some more
about Nolan.

Sneaking out?

I was just looking for
you to say good-bye.

Why are you so
eager to leave?

I mean, everyone is
here to adore you.

Enjoy the painting, Nolan.

Come on, come on.

Stay a little longer, Priya.

The painting
is yours.

My job here is done.

- I'm going now.
- Why?

So you can give it up to
some guy you just met?

He's not even real.

Hey...

- What?
- Would you like a treatment?

You were supposed to help me.

Oh, you don't need my help.

You are like the bull-- strong,
yet with the horns, fierce.

- Wait...
- Ciao.

After my treatment,
I find you.

Ciao, ciao.

Good-bye.

I've pulled out
all the stops.

I mean, this is
our big night.

- We've, we've, we've...
- No,

- This isn't our night.
- ...We've planned for this.

There's no we.
No, look, I have--

I've offered
you everything.

What else do you want?

I want to walk
out the damn door.

Hey.

What did you
expect, huh?

Day after day,

just dangling it in front
of my face, seducing me.

Seducing?
You're crazy, Nolan.

It's all in your head.

Get off me!

I'm sorry.

I'm not going to take
no for an answer.

All right,
I'll do anything.

Stop it!

You disgust me.

Nothing in this world could
ever make me love you.

Hmm... When can
I see you again?

I don't know.

Soon.

Wait, wait.

To remember you.

I love you.

I like your bird.

Thank you.

I don't like this color, though.

Why do you use it?

It's always here.

Ah, it should work.

Well, it doesn't work.

It works in theory.

Alpha got it to work,
through a phone nonetheless.

Are you comparing
my intelligence to alpha's?

Well... You're talking
to yourself like he does.

That's a... very good point.

What's good? Mother ship!

Oh...
You got to stop doing that

or I'll make you
wear a bell.

Aw...

You shouldn't have.

Sierra made it.

That's very thoughtful
of you, but I don't think

there's room on my fridge.

Aw.

Aah!

You're like a ninja.

Sierra hates the bad man.

Who's the bad man?

It's not
like the others.

He makes her sad
over and over.

Well, it's a...

Fairly primitive rendition.

I'm not sure if this is a man,
let alone which one.

Hmm.

You're not looking
hard enough.

You never do.

What's the word
on this repeat client

Sierra has been seeing?

Why?

Something's bothering
me about it.

I have a hunch
something's wrong.

That's funny--
that I have a hunch?

That it's bothering you.

Nolan Kennard.

Big-time Rossum VIP, MD,
Ph.D. in molecular pharmacology.

Wrote his dissertation
on neuroleptics.

Works a lot with sick kids.
You want me

To make this profile
available to you on the system?

What about the engagements?

You design them.

Tame.

Your typical romance
or seduction scenarios.

Sierra's stress levels
never go higher than a 1.3.

Always comes back
with a clean bill of health.

I helped Sierra,
you know.

She was a paranoid
schizophrenic

when she came here--

Psychotic-- and I helped her.

I didn't ask.

Is that where
your hunch came from?

Yeah. It's Sierra's.

Echo brought
it to me.

She was going on
about a bad man.

He's

the blotch here, is
what I'm getting.

Echo brought it you.

She's always been
mother hen about Sierra.

Should look into that.

I am!

And so far, Echo's given
me way more than you have.

I need a connection,

a pattern.

Saunders.

Saunders?

She's gone, Boyd.

You got to stop mooning.

Saunders didn't work
engagements.

She looked after
the actives here.

She would have seen.

Seen what?

A pattern.

"Dark shape always present.

Must be something from her past?"
Question mark.

"I can only conclude that,

"if the dark shapes
don't symbolize Sierra's

"state of mind before intake,

"they must represent an extreme
sense of anxiety and rage

associated with..."

I'm not the bad man.

Sierra doesn't
like this color.

You should take them all.

Is this wrong?

No. It's good.

You're taking charge.

You're taking matters
into your own hands.

They're in my shirt.

What are you up to, girl?

Huh.

Echo was right.

I wasn't looking
hard enough.

- What?
- Neuroleptics.

He's an expert.

You mean Kennard.

Neuroleptics are
antipsychotics, right?

Like haloperidol or
good-old chlorpromazine.

Most of them
block D2 receptors

in the dopamine
pathways of the brain.

I'll take your word for it.

Look, uh, this
is a brain.

Normal, boring brain,
like your brain.

This... is a
brain on drugs.

Or more specifically,
antipsychotic medication.

You see the inhibited
mesolimbic pathway? Hmm?

The partially blocked
serotonin receptors?

And this is Priya's
original scan.

It's similar, right?

But why the five-HT
efflux in the striatum?

And looking closer...

Increased conduction
of chloride ions.

They're at odds.

You lost me at brain.

Priya wasn't psychotic
despite her heavy medication.

She was psychotic
because of it.

And...

That's not all.

When Saunders conducted

that wish fulfillment
exercise a few months back,

you said that Sierra went
to the mental health clinic

to confront the doctor
who diagnosed her?

Dr. Makido.

Wrong.

Sierra went to
confront Nolan.

Nolan Kennard
owns that clinic.

He owns the whole
complex, and

he has a penthouse office there.

Sierra went to see him.

How did this get by Dewitt?

We got to tell her.

She's gonna flip
her biscuits.

Unless...

You don't think
she already knows?

She does now.

Thank you so much
for coming in, Dr. Kennard.

Oh, no, I'd-I'd been meaning

to schedule another
appointment anyway.

Yeah, it seems the, uh...
the moment you take her away,

I'm ready to have her back.

No doubt.

And no doubt that's why
you've asked me here--

To, uh, caution me yet again

about your policy
on repeat engagements, right?

In a way.

You know I'm not interested
in any of your other actives?

Oh, that's a non-issue.

I would no sooner allow you
near one of our other actives

than I would a mad dog
near a child.

I beg your pardon?

Given that
you're a raping scumbag

one tick shy of a murderer.

I can't recall.

Do you take sugar?

All right. Um...

What the hell's
going on here, Adelle?

Oh, there's nothing going on.

In fact, it's finished.

We will no longer be
providing you with our services.

You have made me an accomplice
in something vile, Dr. Kennard.

And it ends now.

Does it?

- Yes, it does.
- What are you gonna do, Adelle?

Go to the police?

Not really in a position
to do that, are you?

I am,

However, in a position
to see to it

that you never lay a hand
on that woman

ever again, and that is exactly
what I intend to do.

You know what?

I think you're
right about this, uh,

repeat engagement thing.

It's not a good
idea, so let's, uh,

Stop dancing around your policy,
all right?

You're going to imprint her,

and you're going
to send her to me.

- Forever.
- Excuse me?

You do it
by the end of business today,

I'll see to it
you keep your job.

Thanks for the tea.

I can't believe what
you're asking me to do!

The girl was a basket case,
Adelle-- hearing voices,

drooling in her soup--
you saw yourself.

- Because he made her that way.
- Adelle,

We're being asked
to place this young woman

into a life
of wealth and privilege,

Married to a man
she adores.

Do you really want to go
to Rossum with this?

And accuse one
of their most valued assets

of being a kidnapper
and rapist?

That is what he is.

And if we do this,
what does it make us?

What are we already?

We are not
slave merchants.

Mr. Harding, I won't do this.

However she got here,
she's here.

In my house,
and therefore, in my care.

Yes, and you would never
let anyone take advantage

of any of your charges,
would you, hmm,

Miss Lonely Hearts?

Whatever indiscretions
I may be guilty of...

Oh, forget Victor.

We don't care.

Everyone likes to take
a little something home

from the office
once in a while.

But he's the least of
your indiscretions.

I think we both know that.

If feeling that you're
somehow decent and moral

helps you get through your day,
that's your business.

This house, however,
is our business.

And you will run it
the way we tell you to,

or we'll find
someone who will.

And I promise--

You wouldn't like the
early retirement plan.

Imprint the girl, send her
to him, close the account.

Victor.

What are you doing?

Now you don't have
to use this color anymore.

You look like an Indian chief.

I am an Indian chief.

Hurry, sergeant, orders!

What do we do?!

I don't want to take charge.

I don't want to take charge.

Come here.

You can't let them do this.

They're not going
to do it. We are.

And when I say we don't have
a choice, know that I mean it.

Aren't we supposed
to care for these people?

Dr. Saunders would never have
allowed...

Which Saunders would that be?

The avuncular physician
so brutally cut down

not five feet
from where you were standing?

Or the last woman to whom
you gave a permanent imprint?

The other wounded
flower you restored

by offering
her a new life?

Who apparently found
you so unbearable,

she had to flee the city.

Is it that one?

How can you expect me
to do this?

You'll do it because you must.

The cold reality

is that everyone here
was chosen

because their morals have been
compromised in some way.

Everyone... except you.

You, Topher,
were chosen

because you have no morals.

You have always thought
of people as playthings.

This is not a judgment.

You always take very good care
of your toys.

But you're simply going
to have to let this one go.

Sierra?

It's time for your treatment.

All right.

Victor,

would you like
to come with me?

I'd like to, yes.

No, no, no.

Victor can't come with you.

Why not?

He just can't, okay?

Okay, I'm sorry.

I'll wait for you
right here.

So she can remember.

This is Boyd.

Topher is having problems
following commands.

Please make sure
he follows this one.

So I don't have to resort
to drastic measures.

What's the order?

The order is to keep
the dolls in their place.

Topher, have you completed

your report on Sierra's
last engagement?

Oh, you mean her last
engagement ever?

- How about a verbal report?
- Hearn's an idiot.

Thanks for the
treatment, Shaggy.

No problem,

"I can't remember
your name today."

I would like to report
Hearn called me a nerd.

Is he a fourth grader?

We may have found our
replacement Sierra.

22-year-old female.

I think you might be
interested in this one.

Let me guess,
a little bit hot?

Mental health case.

A paranoid schizophrenic.

Cool!

Vivid auditory hallucinations,
paranoid delusions.

She's all over the place,
usually incoherent.

We've been working with a
specialist in neuroleptics

and he's in there right now.

He's been giving her
daily treatments,

But none seem to take.

Poor thing.

I think, uh,

she'll be sedate enough
for evaluations.

Thanks again, Dr. Kennard.

Certainly.

This way.

Priya?

Priya, this is Dr. Brink.

He's going to ask
you a few questions.

No! No, no.

Stream of bodies,
just more and more bodies.

More bodies, more
and more bodies

gushing through the river.

Just more and more bodies.

Priya, my name is Topher Brink.

No. How could he get answers

when every word
in here is a lie?

Every word is a lie!

Everyone's a liar,
he's a liar!

- He's a liar!
- I'm not a liar.

He's a liar; he's a liar.

He's a liar.

I'm not a liar.

Priya.

Don't call me that!

They're dissolving me.

From the in, the inside out.

Do you know where you are?

I'm in hell.

You're in Los Angeles.

I can understand the mix-up.

You are in a medical facility.

No, no!

Would you like
to leave this place?

Yes.

Yes!

Help me.

Help me, please.

Shh!

There are men with guns

and they took me here
to fill me with poison.

They're filling me with
poison to make me crazy.

It's not uncommon
to believe that.

They're torturing me!

They're torturing,
they're torturing me.

I'm a prisoner,
I'm a prisoner.

Not for long.

* Sun rises slow *

* Water rides the air *

* Gathering in the clouds *

* Forming raindrops
or heavy snow *

* We're drones,
happy as we are *

* Thinking our sustained lies
are love *

* The flow, tearing us apart *

You're here to stay?

I have you to myself?

I'm all yours.

Is it done then?

Yes.

Good.

If you say so.

If you have actually managed

to develop some
pangs of conscience,

you may rest in the knowledge
that in this matter, you...

You had no choice.

No, I didn't.

Will it still be romantic if
we build up an appetite first?

Am I being too aggressive?

Did you want me
wide-eyed and demure?

Or stupid?

Did you want me
to be a mute?

Which is it, Nolan?

Which fantasy did you
want to keep forever?

Priya?

You just couldn't
take no for an answer.

Are you looking for this?

This a bookmark?

It's a leaf.

It's pretty.

Is the book pretty?

There aren't any pictures.

I can make out
some of the words.

It's fun.

Exercising our brains
makes us our best.

Echo,

when did you learn how to lie?

Am I in trouble?

Not from me.

But there are people
who would be very upset

if they knew
what you were doing.

Reading?

You brought the painting
to Topher.

You're pushing.

The actives, the staff...

What you're doing

could have consequences you
can't predict or control.

Some people are not ready
to wake up.

I don't care.

Something bad is coming--

Like a storm--

And I want everyone
to survive it.

They need to wake up.

Echo, you stir things up,

you might bring
the storm on yourself.

I'm not your lab rat
anymore, Nolan.

I'm free, clear-headed,
it feels good.

What, and you, uh,

came to get revenge for a year
of loving every minute of it?

Did I love it?

Must not have been
very memorable.

I remember you poisoning me,

Locking me up, but I have not

a single memory of the year
where I apparently liked you.

Oh, we had some good times.

Mmm, I got filled in
on all the details.

Brainwashing.

Talk about desperate.

You know, they
even programmed me

To think it was endearing
how quick you were.

You were mine.

I'm sorry.

I don't think
I was faithful to you.

Yeah, I let them
whore you out to anyone.

No, it's something else.

It's someone, uh,
someone I trust.

- He helps me.
- See?

He thrills me!

Yeah, I know, see,
it worked.

You told me that you
loved me a hundred times.

I changed you.

No, it's not you.

I managed to fall
for someone else.

You think this is cute?

It's absurd.

I don't remember meeting him

or even spending
a moment with him.

But I can feel it
stronger than anything.

I'm crazy about him!

I love him.

I love him so much more
than I hate you.

Are you gonna fight fair
this time?

So much for fair, huh?

You know...

This is a scenario
I never thought of.

You resisting.

The struggle is a turn on.

Priya? Priya?

Priya.

Priya.

Priya. Hey.

Priya.

Priya. Priya.
We got to run.

We got to run.

We got to-- we got to
get out of here.

We got to go.
Got to run before...

How did you...

I'm head of security.
I hear every call.

Priya.

I want you to wash your hands
and go to Nolan's room.

Pack a suitcase of his clothes.

Pack for warm weather.

Topher.

In the van outside,
you'll find

containers of sulphuric acid,

a plastic sheet,
and a bag of tools.

What?

- What are you talking about?
- Consequences.

Come on, Topher.

Boyd.

I can't do it.
You're a doctor.

You know how to dissect a body.

That was in school.

And why do you?

Slit the femoral arteries
and pump the chest;

draining the fluids makes
it easier to cut up.

I was just
trying to help her.

Now she's ruined.

You had a moral dilemma.

Your first.

And it didn't go well.

Priya does not belong
in the Dollhouse.

She does now.

Now, I have to start
the lies.

Hey, man, it's me.

Yeah, it's been a while.

Look, I'm going to need
the goose. Is he around?

Yeah, I need someone...

Disappeared.

It seems his permanent
engagement plan

involved leaving the country
with Sierra.

Did any heat come down
from up top?

Not that I know of.

Anything at your end?

Nothing here.

But he left without her.

In a hurry.

We found his car just
south of the border,

with some fake ident
in the glove box.

So, Sierra's back in the house?

Never even got to say good-bye.

How convenient.

Are you going to look
into it further?

I don't think any good
would come of it.

I don't know what's real.

Yesterday, I had
lost my mind,

trapped in a nightmare.

Then... Then you bring me here,
wake me up,

and I'm sane again.

But you tell me
it's been a year.

All the things
I was made to do.

And I kill a man.

I... I woke up

from a nightmare
only to live in one.

You were supposed to help me.

I thought I was.

I was... fooled.

I'm so sorry.

If there was anything I could do
to make it better...

Do you have any beer?

Am I allowed to have beer
in here?

Or is this my last one?

No.

You're allowed.

On, uh, special
occasions.

And are we happy here?

I...

You--

Most of you...

I have no idea.

That's him.

What's his name?

Victor.

I love him.

Is that real?

Yes.

Yes, it's real.

He loves you back.

I wished Nolan dead, I did.

I thought about
it all the time

when I was locked up in
that horrible place

going crazy.

I...

I never should've
let you go there.

I should've just
set you free.

I would've gone anyway.

I wanted to confront him.

I don't know what I
thought would happen.

If you wake me up again,

put me back to where I was
a year ago.

Skip this day.

Ignore it or delete it
or whatever.

I don't ever want this back,
okay?

Okay.

This secret
we have...

Can you keep it?

I can keep it,

But I don't know
if I can live with it.

I know I can't.

But I don't have to.

* Hang on, traveling woman *

* Don't sacrifice your plan... *

Did I fall asleep?

- * 'Cause it will come back to you *
- For a little bit.

* Got to listen *

* to the vision *

* Some may say a dream *

* Words from the unseen *

* They can make you tired *

* Tell you lies *

* Make you fall *

* Make you tired *

* Tell you lies *

* Make you fall *

* Make you tired *

* Tell you lies,
make you fall. *

Honeybunny

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