| Tape zero plays, sound decibel meters can be heard.
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| Dr. Whyte:
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...session 4-2—
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| Dr. Whyte:
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Dixmor Studies, we are— we are resuming with session 4-26. Named Leo Kasper. Test Case 412567.
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| Dr. Whyte:
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Leo. Can you hear me? Leo?
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| Dr. Whyte:
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Leo, can you hear me?
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| Leo:
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Yeah. And I can see you too.
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| Dr. Whyte:
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We're going to continue with—
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| Leo:
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You're hotter than the last one. Whatever happened to good old Dr. Deborah, anyway?
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| Dr. Whyte:
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I'll be asking the questions, Leo.
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| Leo:
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Oh that's right. I killed the bitch.
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| Leo:
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Do you have a cigarette?
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| Dr. Whyte:
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You know I don't.
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| Leo:
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Yeah. She didn't have any either.
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| Dr. Whyte:
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Leo, why did you kill—
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| Leo:
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Come to think of it, I don't even know if I smoke. These drugs that you puppets pump me with, I don't know Cain from Abel. Can we stop with the drugs here? I like to party and all, but just say fucking no.
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| Dr. Whyte:
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So you remember attacking Dr. Deborah. Do you remember killing those other people before you were caught? Before you were sent here?
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| Leo:
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The people you wanted me to kill, or the people I felt should go?
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| Dr. Whyte:
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I read your dossier — I'm fully aware of your expertise in assassination. That was your job and you did it exceptionally. But your targets were selected by the government as imminent dangers. They were evil men, terrorists. You must realize that. But to turn on your own employers, the people who trained you—
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| Leo:
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Oh, we're the good guys? Right, I forgot. We're the good clandestine government agency that slithers its way in every facet of American life, right, okay, got it.. You see, good and evil are for those wage slaves out there that you control. But no one controls me.
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| Leo:
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Don't you say one more fucking word. Dr. Deborah finished that question, she wasn't alive to hear the answer. Look at me like that one more time and I will rip your face off, bitch.
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| Dr. Whyte:
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You don't scare me, Leo. In fact, you look pretty pathetic.
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| Leo:
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*chuckles* I feel fucking pathetic. These drugs dull my senses, these fucking chains hurt like hell. These fucking walls are all I ever see. I need to be free, I need to get out of here. I'm gonna be free.
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| Dr. Whyte:
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To satisfy more homicidal urges?
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| The session shows a scene to Bees' Honey Pot, several executions, and the murder of Mrs. Lamb in her home.
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| Leo:
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I don't believe this shit.
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| Grunts and pain can be heard off-screen.
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| Leo:
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Dogs bark, babe. Snakes crawl. Leo kills. This is a surprise to you? You fuckers created me. My head is filled with combat training, ways of escape, stealth tactics.
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| Leo:
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I wanna think about puppy dogs and fucking football, but all I see are six things that can be used to kill you right now.
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| Dr. Whyte:
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Six? Is that all?
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| Leo:
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I can pierce your eardrum with the temple of your glasses, rip the pin off your earrings and shove it in your systemic artery, wrap that ID pass around your neck and choke the life out of you, yank your high heels off and gouge out your eyes, pierce your cephalic vein with that fucking pen your cheap dad bought you for graduation and inject ink in your bloodstream, or... ram that clipboard into your septum and fuck your brain with your nose bone.
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| Dr. Whyte:
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That's only six, Leo.
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| Leo:
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I can’t mention number seven, not in front of you.
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| Dr. Whyte:
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Before the training, Leo.
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| Dr. Whyte:
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What can you tell me about your life before the training?
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| Leo:
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I don't have much time for the past.
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| Dr. Whyte:
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Well, is there any memory you can share? A first kiss, a special vacation.
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| Leo:
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The only thing that matters is the future. The future is where I'm on the outside, the future is where I don't have to take orders from anyone.
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| Dr. Whyte:
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How does Daniel Lamb fit into your future, Leo?
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| Leo chuckles.
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| Leo:
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Danny is the only one in here that got fucked harder than me. I showed him that he doesn't have to be scared, that he can be a man. I'm here whenever he needs me.
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| Dr. Whyte chuckles.
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| Dr. Whyte:
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Ah. He needs you or do you need him?
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| Leo:
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I think we've come to the end of our little session, babe.
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| Dr. Whyte:
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I don't believe we have.
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| Leo:
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Hey, let me ask you a question now, okay? When I broke these chains and strangled the life out of Dr. Deborah, did they reinforce these chains so it couldn't happen again? Or did they just tell you they were reinforced? 'Cause I feel they didn't.
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| Switching pages, chains breaking can be heard.
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| Dr. Whyte:
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Stop it, Leo. Sit down.
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| Leo:
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You better call the security right now. 'Cause I see another fucking dead doctor in my future.
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| Gunshots, Leo's menacing laughs can be heard.
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| Dr. Whyte:
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Get back! Get back! Security! Security! Open the door! Open the door!
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| Leo:
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You— I'LL SHOW YOU FUCKERS!! COME HERE!!
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