in the mirror.
Irena deserved a good death.
And Kelly would give it to her.
Hello, this is Roy Washburn,
please leave a message.
Roy. It's Michael Glass.
Come as soon as you can.
23 Highgate Street. Hampstead.
I think Catherine is going to kill
Milena Gardosh.
It was almost midnight by the time
Dr. Green got to Hampstead.
What is it?
Thank God.
Listen, we don't have much time.
You're in danger.
She's going to try and kill you.
What? Who's trying to kill me?
Catherine.
I thought I could help her
but I was wrong.
I'll try and get her sectioned.
It's the only thing that'll stop her.
I've already spoken to Catherine.
She's very upset. You terrified her.
I terrified her? She's a murderer.
She's already admitted it.
For chrissake,
you had sex with your patient.
You assaulted her.
She nearly drowned.
You've broken the law, not to mention
the ethical canon of our profession.
It wasn't like that.
Michael, listen to me, please.
You're not well.
You're the one who needs help.
I've spoken to Gerst...
...and he thinks that if you volunteer
for a 28-day observation...
...you might be able to avoid
criminal charges.
However, they will have to
revoke your license.
I'm sorry.
She's right.
It's for your own good, Michael.
She asked me
to take over her treatment.
She's my patient now.
Please, don't.
You've no idea what
you're getting into.
Tell her the truth.
Tell her the truth.
I'll make you tell her the truth.
God.
Come on.
She's right, you know.
You really do need help.
Bitch.
So, what's this about?
Protection.
Oh, yeah? From who?
Washburn.
Go ahead.
Kelly Lash kills Irena,
Dr. Green's colleague.
No, I read your book.
So you just rushed right over here
to save her?
It's just a story, doctor.
Or maybe I really am omnipotent.
Congratulations,
the control freak finally lets go.
This is what you wanted from the start,
wasn't it? To ruin me, to fuck me up!
Feels good, doesn't it?
No more "I should've stopped Cheslav
from killing his girlfriend."
No more whining over nothing.
- It wasn't over nothing.
- Yes, it was.
Cheslav did not kill his girlfriend.
Washburn did.
Washburn?
What do you think Adam Towers was
writing about when he was killed?
You're lying.
You're a lying fucking bitch.
Sure I am,
if it makes it easier for you.
Why? Why would he kill
the girlfriend?
To nail Cheslav.
That's right.
Your seven years of hell.
Your meltdown.
Your divorce.
Just so your good friend Roy
could nail a drug dealer.
Don't take it so hard.
Even Oedipus
didn't see his mother coming.
It's Roy Washburn.
Give me the gun. Give me the gun!
Fuck off!
Give me the gun! He knows I've got
Towers' notes. He wants me dead.
Open the door!
He's going to kill me
and say you did it.
No. No, this is all fucked up.
You don't know what you're doing.
Give me the gun. He's going to kill me.
You..!
Go ahead, then, baby.
Whatever she told you, she's lying.
Kill her!
It's the only chance you've got.
Let go of the gun!
Clear the weapon!
- Stay still!
- Get off me!
Stop struggling! Stop struggling!
Stay down! I'm telling you
to stay down. Okay?! Stay down!
Get the cuffs on him.
- Call an ambulance!
- Keep still!
Call an ambulance!
Stay down!
Calm down! Calm down!
Nighttime! Nighttime!
You'll be home soon.
Hello, Michael.
I brought you a present.
I know you read an earlier draft.
But you gave me a better ending.
So, thank you.
Would you like me to tell you the plot?
It's about an American.
A blond.
A novelist.
People around her just keep dying.
But the question is:
Who's killing them?
Is the beautiful blond novelist
a serial killer?
Or is it the crooked cop?
Her analyst isn't sure.
But he goes crazy trying to find out.
But that's just half the story.
There's a twist.
You see, the novelist
never really killed anybody.
And neither did the cop.
The real killer all along...
...was the