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: You have no idea how it feels not to be trusted. Miranda
: You've got to trust me too, Chloe Chloe
: You can't trust someone who thinks you're crazy.
: I'm not deluded, Pete, I'm possessed. Pete
: I don't believe in ghosts. Miranda
: Neither do I, but they believe in me.
: Are you scared? Miranda
: ...No. Chloe
: You should be.
: Did we have an affair? Pete
: No. Miranda
: Did you want to? Pete
: Yes. Miranda
: Did you think I wanted to? Pete
: Yes. Miranda
: Then why didn't we? Pete
: Because you were married to the boss. Miranda
: But I'm not now. Pete
: I'm here - I'm trying to help you. Why don't you trust me? Miranda
: Because you can't trust somebody when they think you're crazy.
: He came back again last night and tore me like paper. He opened me like a flower of pain, and it felt good. He sank into me and set me on fire, like he always does. Made me burn from the inside out. Miranda
: How did you know it was the devil?
: Logic is overrated.
: It was the only way to help him stop. Miranda
: Stop what? Chloe
: Stop fucking me!
: I am a rational person. I believe in science. I don't believe in the paranormal, and I don't believe in ghosts. But if you are the ghost of Rachel Parsons, then you would let me out of this cell.
: I'm dreaming.
Dr. Douglas Grey
: [handing a Miranda a glass of water
] Throw it on the mirror. This is what she sees now. Miranda
: A distorted image of herself. Dr. Douglas Grey
: Who are you in all this? Miranda
: I'm the mirror. Dr. Douglas Grey
: You are the mirror. Miranda
: If I'm the mirror and she's the image... then who are you? Dr. Douglas Grey
: I can see both of you... so I'm God. Or just an overworked hospital beaurocrat. Miranda
: "God" is good. Dr. Douglas Grey
: Always remember, the ability to repress... is actually a vital survival tool. Without it... Chloe might not have survived.
: [to the girl on the bridge
] Are you okay? Are you okay? Hey! Oh, my God. Okay. Okay. Okay. I'm a Doctor. I'm a Doctor. I'm gonna take you to the hospital. I'm a Doctor, honey. I'm gonna help you, okay? You're gonna be okay. I'm gonna help you, okay?
: Help me! Somebody! Dr. Graham! You better tell me why I'm in here, Irene!
: How long have I been in here? Pete
: Three days. Miranda
: Why? Why?
: I want to talk to my husband. Where is he? Where is he?
: Miranda, what's the last thing you remember? Miranda
: I remember Chloe. I was having my Friday night session with Chloe. Pete
: How did that go? Miranda
: She was embellishing her rape story. I saw Doug. Dr. Douglas Grey
: [in flashback
] Dr. Graham. Miranda
: You were there. When I went back to my office, I worked on Chloe's file. I decided to call it quits, I went down to the pool, had a swim, fifty-five laps, saw Joe, got my keys. Went to my car. You walked me to it. Pete
: Yes? Miranda
: But there... There was a detour. Sheriff Ryan
: [in flashback
] Oh, hey, tell Doug to give me a call... Miranda
: So I had to go over the bridge, so I went over the bridge. Pete
: I wonder what else happened. Try to remember. Miranda
: I got home. I saw Doug. He was on the couch. Pete
: Try to remember. Miranda
: There was a girl. Yeah, there was a girl.
: Miranda... Doug is dead. You killed him. Miranda
] No! No! No!
: Yeah, as a doctor, I understand why you think that. But something is really happening to me.
: [Miranda's arm is bleeding
] Miranda, what's that? Irene
: It's okay. It's okay, Miranda. Miranda
: Why are you doing this to me? Pete
: Miranda, let's just go, okay? We're done. Miranda
: Why are you doing this to me?
: [picking up a picture of Rachel Parsons
] Who is this? Who is this girl? Phil Parsons
: That's my daughter, Rachel. Miranda
: No, no, no. This is the girl that I saw at the bridge. This is the girl. Phil Parsons
: No, Miranda, no. Miranda
: How is she? Where is she? Phil Parsons
: It's impossible. Miranda
: This is the girl I've been seeing. This girl, right here. Phil Parsons
: She's dead. Rachel died four years ago.
: You're in crisis. Don't you see how this image is tailor-made for your state of mind. A woman in purgatory. I need you to explain this to me though. Miranda
: Rachel Parsons did not commit suicide.
: All I know is I saw this girl, and she's connected to me. How? I don't know how she's connected to me. But she is. Pete
: Delusions, hallucinations, disorganized speech, frequent derailment and incoherence... Miranda
: Don't rattle off this psychiatric shit to me! I know that like the back of my hand! Pete
: Good! Good. Saves me the trouble.
: I need you to tell me who did this to you? Tell me his name, Chloe. Chloe, tell me. Tell me anything. Tell me. Chloe
: I'll tell you one thing: He can have my body, but he will never have my soul. Never. The devil.
: What do you want from me?
: Miranda, I... I... I wouldn't look for a real-world explanation. It's a dream, a delusion. Miranda
: A delusion that we both seem to share.