| Dr. Whyte:
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For Dixmor Studies— (low pitch)...we are resuming with— we are resuming with— (high pitch) Daniel Lamb. (low pitch) we are— For Dixmor Studies, we are resuming with— with session five two six named Daniel Lamb, test case 412566. Cortexa serum has been administered. Danny? Can you hear me?
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| Dr. Whyte:
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You're in a safe place, Danny. A place where we can help you.
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| The session show the asylum during the storm.
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| Daniel:
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Thank you. Who are you?
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| Dr. Whyte:
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My name is Dr. Whyte.
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| Daniel:
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Whyte... Whyte... Wait, wait wait wait, you're... new. You're new, my doctor— my err— my doctor is— is uh— Deb—
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| Dr. Whyte:
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Dr. Deborah, yes. Dr. Deborah has to take a leave mass, I'll be continuing her progress.
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| Daniel:
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Oh, I—I—I'm afraid I can't bring you up to speed. I, uh... I don't remember much.
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| Dr. Whyte:
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That's okay, Danny. As one of the America's leaders and neuroscientists you had to remember a lot. It's okay to get a little confused.
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| Daniel sighs.
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| Daniel:
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I, uh... I—I think I have extreme anterograde amnesia. With bursts of dissociative fugue states due to trauma probably memory distrust.
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| Dr. Whyte:
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That's one way to put it, yes. Impressive, Danny.
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| Daniel:
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Ah, I've been taking notes in my... head. I've been in here a long time, but as soon I grasp something, it slips right back out. Uh... I do recognize that perfume, though.
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| Dr. Whyte:
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You were the only one that liked it.
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| Daniel goes to a flashback.
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| Dr. Whyte:
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Daniel, you can wake up now, Daniel.
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| Daniel:
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How do we fix this?
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| Flashback ends.
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| Daniel:
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Laura! Oh my God, Laura Whyte! I worked with you!
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| Dr. Whyte:
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The drug I injected into you is taking effect.
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| Daniel:
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Whyte? Why am I restrained? What's going on? Tell me!
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| Dr. Whyte:
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You have only a few minutes of clear, cognitive processing before your amnesia returns. And I need to ask you a question.
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| Daniel:
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Hm... No, this is crazy! Where's Pickman? Where's Michael? I wanna see with Michael!
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| Dr. Whyte:
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Michael is dead. Now listen carefully.
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| Daniel:
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Wait, no... wait. He is dead. Oh my God. Oh... You shot me with Cortexa. I—I invent the god damn thing and you stick it in me.
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| Dr. Whyte:
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Danny, it takes a week for your mind to recover from this drug. Time is precious. Now, what do you remember about Michael's death?
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| Daniel:
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It was uh... a setup. I think he was my friend but he betrayed me. the... the Project was going to kill us!
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| Dr. Whyte:
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Danny, you were the top scientist to the Project. Why would they kill you?
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| Flashback to Domestic Disturbance.
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| Daniel:
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So you're telling me they wouldn't? Leo was sure of it.
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| Dr. Whyte:
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Was Leo responsible for the murderous rampage across the city that night?
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| Flashback ends.
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| Daniel:
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They don't deserve to die.
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| Seventh tape plays.
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| Daniel:
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My whole... life was dedicated to the Project. I thought I was appreciated. I thought I was doing the right thing but it all funnels down to defense stuff, weapons, defending America from. GOD KNOWS FUCKING WHAT!! I was creating killing machines, my family deteriorated before my very eyes!
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| Dr. Whyte:
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Danny, please take a deep breath.
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| Daniel:
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Or what?! I—fucking—God! I'm sorry... I just want to see my family again. Please...
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| Eighth tape plays.
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| Dr. Whyte:
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I'm afraid some memories the drug cannot bring back.
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| Daniel:
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What do you mean? What am I forgetting? Please, I want to know, tell me! Please Linzie, I beg you. (stutters) No... Oh my God, no. I'm forgetting your name. Please! Inject me with more Cortexa. I don't remember, please!
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| Dr. Whyte:
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We will, Danny, we will. Next week, I'm sorry.
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| Daniel:
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No, NOW!! Just— I'm so sick forgetting...
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| Ninth tape plays.
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| Dr. Whyte:
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We will help you, Daniel. I will help you, no matter what.
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| Daniel:
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Oh, help me with what? Where am I?
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| Dr. Whyte:
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You're in a safe place, Daniel. A place where we can help you.
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| Daniel:
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Thank you. Who are you?
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| Dr. Whyte:
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My name is Doctor Whyte.
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