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Or stolen something
when you have the cash?
s.
... interrupted.
HoId on.
Aspirin fragments
and vodka, I think.
A wrist banger.
...pIace.
Susanna...
I see.
WeII...
ExpIain it to me.
ExpIain what?
ExpIain...
...that time...
What?
Susanna!
Professor GiIcrest's wife.
Barbara GiIcrest.
You remember me?
What a conundrum.
Take LSD?
No drugs?
I...
...don't know.
I had a headache.
He's a coIIeague.
He asked me to see you...
Even writers.
Like you.
Great.
MiIford, pIease.
My mother's here.
No.
Excuse me?
I'm sad.
I see things.
Kind of.
ShouIdn't my parents...?
You're over
Miss Kaysen?
I pIan to write.
And here.
PoIIy.
move up to two.to.ones...
You're Iucky.
Georgina's an exceIIent roommate.
You're weIcome.
I know.
Groovy box.
That.
Read this?
Fucking pig.
Thanks, Gretta.
Hey, Torch.
Hey, Lisa.
Where's Jamie?
I can't deaI with this.
Back off!
You've been gone for two weeks.
I got her.
Get off!
HeIp!
Meds!
Cynthia CrowIey.
Susanna Kaysen.
Susanna Kaysen.
I am Mrs. McWiIIey,
and these are for you.
It's
For chrissake.
In the meantime,
we'II agree to disagree.
PoIIy CIark.
Teresa McCuIIian.
Daisy Randone.
AngeIa Coury.
JacqueIine Lights.
Donna Smith.
Ryan Reed...
CongratuIations, son.
Susanna Kaysen.
Checks.
...
And then...
Oh, my God.
PseudoIogia fantastica.
What's that?
Hare Krishna?
That's interesting, actuaIIy.
I was kidding.
I'm Toby.
Andrea Jacobs' brother.
I was at graduation.
Checks. It's
I don't know.
What?
Why?
Because it's...
...stupid.
What?
December
th.
Checks.
-September
th.
-Zero-zero-two.
Bingo.
Bingo. Bingo.
-December
th.
Oh, my God.
Bingo.
-Zero-zero-three.
Toby.
No, I don't.
I've been away.
Go ahead.
Who's that?
UnIess...
He's a she.
Dr. Wick's a girI.
Hey, LiI.
When the fuck is my checkup?
AsshoIe!
I'm sorry.
WeII, he was...
Right?
You've been feeIing depressed.
I had a headache.
I see.
PauI is dead!
What is it?
Are you puzzIed about something?
Same probIem.
Thank you.
May I see?
Thank you.
Surrender.
No probIem.
HeIIo?
-Hold on.
-Susanna?
Hi, Mom.
Hi, honey.
Your father's on too.
Prune juice!
This is outrageous!
Daisy?
Fuck off.
Come in.
ReaIIy? Where?
It's near the airport.
Get out!
Checks.
I do! I do care.
AIone.
...
Come on.
Here.
Lisa, don't!
No, pIease...
Dios-fucking-mio!
Don't do that.
How can...?
I mean, she's insane.
miIes.
What?
I mean, not...
What "borderIine business"?
The mind...
BorderIine what?
Oh, God.
Is it genetic?
Oh, Christ!
...parent.
Gin.
AsshoIe.
Fatso.
CaII me a cab.
Who is this?
-What'd he say to Mom and Pop?
After
checks,
Torch!
Come on.
Good job!
Come on.
PIease.
AII right!
Susanna Kaysen.
PoIIy CIark.
Cynthia CrowIey.
CongratuIations.
Thank you.
Janet Webber.
Lisa Rowe.
"Lisa Rowe.
No remission observed."
That was before you ran away.
I'm a sociopath.
No, you're a dyke.
An instabiIity of seIf.image,
reIationships and mood.
ImpuIsive in activities
that are seIf.damaging...
I Iike that.
...pessimistic attitude
are often observed."
That's everybody.
I'm not.
Jesus.
Look at Janet.
Oh, fuck!
Me too.
Can I have peppermint stick?
Sure.
Peppermint dick!
Peppermint cIit!
Four cones.
I'm fine.
Ronny.
Yes.
...and sprinkIes.
Rainbow, not chocoIate.
And...
...and...
Nuts?
Wicker butterfIies.
There's a sign
right outside that says:
HeIIo, Susanna.
I'm fine.
That's great.
You know, I know aII about you...
What professor?
Let go of me!
Mother?
Let go!
Now.
Stop it!
"Rank" you!
Come again, Mrs. Professor!
Very good.
Let your arms be branches.
Very good.
Here.
Checks.
Sorry.
Hey, Torch.
Nothing.
Checks.
Checks.
Checks.
Hey, Margie.
Hey, Lisa.
What you doing?
Checks.
How's Joe?
He's fine.
I have to do my checks.
Stop it.
Stop what? Look at this.
Go ahead. Go ahead.
That's enough!
Stop it.
Good to know.
Who? Them?
Those girIs...
Susanna...
They're insane.
No, baby.
Listen, come with me.
Look...
Yes.
I wanna Ieave.
I'm sorry.
So...
John?
That's aII.
I wouId...
That'd be nice.
My face!
My face!
My face!
SecIusion.
Take her to SecIusion. Come on.
I got you.
My face! Why?
Open it.
My face!
My face!
Hey, PoIIy.
It's Susanna.
Downtown
Downtown
No. No.
Downtown
Everything's great...
Is she here?
Sit down.
Not reaIIy.
Textbook promiscuous?
Ten?
MeIvin says...
"Quicksands of shadows."
I can't do that.
I'm ambivaIent.
I don't care.
...means "both."
Am I sane or am I crazy?
No.
What kingdom?
Is that it?
For now.
Where's Lisa?
Fuck!
Where's Lisa?
No.
...but you?
I'm Susanna.
I'm Susanna.
What is it?
...instaIIing a teIephone
at
Vicar Street."
Come on.
Nice coat.
What?
He got better.
We gotta spIit.
Identify yourseIf.
CooI pad.
That's Ruby.
It puIIs out.
CooI.
No, I don't.
I'm tired.
I wanna go to bed.
ReIatives?
Friends? Anything?
What's this?
What's this?
Let go.
HeIp me understand.
IIIuminate me.
I bet.
Oh, God.
And a Iife.
...is a dad...
Whatever.
No.
Goodbye
Daisy?
Oh, my God!
What an idiot.
Vicar Street.
Yes. PIease hurry!
Pack up.
We have to go.
AII right?
We have to go!
Don't be stupid.
Be carefuI.
HeIIo, puddy.cat.
Kitty!
Checks.
Where's Georgina?
No.
Gone upstairs.
TaIked to Daisy.
Too Iate.
I don't know.
Put it away.
Put it in your notebook.
I'm so sorry.
I was a pig.
It's aII right. Listen.
Understand?
Crazy? Sane?
... to talk.
Perhaps.
Nothing's happened
in weeks, you know.
l have?
Thanks, Joe.
Go away. Go away!
It's me.
You okay?
FabuIous.
They're...
Stay in touch.
My pIan? No.
I pIan to write.
Polly Clark.
Cynthia CrowIey.
Susanna Kaysen.
Rosemary Jones.
Teresa McCuIIian.
Ruby?
So I did that.
My veins buIged."
By Freud's definition,
I've achieved mentaI heaIth.
Recovered."
Don't do this!
"Whatever it was..."
Recovered."
That is mine.
That is mine.
How perceptive.
You better erase that thing.
No, I don't!
I'm free!
I'm free!
Why am I so negIected?
...and teII me
that I'm a fucking whore...
It's pathetic.
Don't. Don't.
Don't.
Oh, God.
Thanks.
I know.
Hey, Georgina.
Maybe not.
See you.
Bye, Ruby.
Declared healthy...
My final diagnosis.:
A recovered borderline.
-Maybe.
I remember you.
BurIingame.
AII right.
...amplified.