"Your sister's response is a typical consequence of loss, numbness that follows a period of intense grief." "Losing one's parents, especially so suddenly, can be deeply disorienting." "Rest is what she needs." "At Rosewood, she will have the benefit of time and privacy to recuperate." "I don't see why if rest and recuperation is what you prescribe, we couldn't simply repair to the coast as usual?" "Or if warmer weather is what she needs, we could go to Italy." "Isabel, you love Venice this time of year." "You know that would remind me too much of mother and father." "But an Institute?" "That seems so severe." "Rosewood is more akin to a resort spa than a typical hospital." "Ladies of good repute routinely make use of its services." "Dr. Torrington is right." "I..." "I should be somewhere I can reflect and work on myself." "Someplace safe." "The staff at the Institute is finely trained in the latest advancements in medicine." "And my dear friend Dr. Cairn is at the forefront of psychiatric treatment." "If it's what you recommend, we trust you." "I assure you, our dear Isabel is in safe hands." "At the Rosewood Institute, we employ the finest doctors on this side of the Atlantic." "We work at the forefront of the scientific world." "Nowhere will you find better, more attentive care." "We cater to the best families in Baltimore." "And your dear sister, Mr. Porter, shall find..." "Please." "Roderick." "Your dear sister, Roderick, shall find exactly the caring, supportive environment which she needs." "Yes, this will do nicely." "This is where I will sit as I write you letters." "Let me introduce you to one of our physicians." "Dr. Jacobs?" "Dr. Jacobs is our newest addition to our staff." "He's a leading researcher into new advances in medical technologies." "Madame Werner is too kind." "I am but a humble practitioner of the healing arts." "It is a pleasure to meet you." " Isabel." " Isabel." "Dr. Jacobs, there's a private matter" "I wish to discuss with you." "Um, Nurse Oaks?" " Yes, Madame?" " My apologies." "Nurse Oaks, please show them the garden." "Yes?" "It would be my pleasure." "Please, come this way." "Yes, Dr. Jacobs, there is the private matter that I would..." "Right this way, please." "You'll find this is a lovely spot to come read a book or just enjoy the view of the woods." "The gardens are lovely, don't you think?" " Roderick." " They're quite nice, I must admit." "Yes, indeed." "What order shall be taken with the prisoners?" "Shoot them in the head." "I suspect witchcraft in the beast." "Where the evil which thou has driven to mingle with my being will slip away like a dream." "Lucy, this is not a good time." "Like the fragrance of these poisonous flowers, which will no longer taint my breath in the garden of Eden." "Is that Hawthorne?" "What do you mean?" "You were quoting one of Mr. Hawthorne's" "Twice-Told Tales, were you not?" "I do not know what you speak of." "Did he send you?" "Is this a test?" "There you are, Lucy." "My apologies, Nurse Oaks." "It won't happen again." "Thank you." " Did I fail?" " No." "I..." "I'm sorry." "Um..." "Did I fail?" "You won't tell him..." "Most patients come to Rosewood in order to relax and recuperate away from the harsh" "day-to-day life outside of these gates." "Some patients, however, they're faced with more advanced challenges." "But not to worry, patients like that are kept in a separate wing from ladies such as yourself, Miss Porter." " Shall we?" " Of course." "And if you decide you don't like it," "I'll come right back." " Okay." " Okay?" "That girl looked really disturbed." "Are you sure you want to stay?" "Roderick, do quit your ceaseless worrying." "This is just what I need." "I feel better already." "I'll come visit you soon." "Take care." "Perhaps you'd like some tea?" "Oh, that sounds wonderful." "Now you just let Gunther know when you're ready, and he'll show you to your quarters." "It can be easy to get lost here until you know your way around." "Thank you." "She seems rather a bore." "Is she anyone of note?" "Porter." "Have you heard of her?" "Exactly." "Nouveau riche." " Excuse me, Gunther." " Mmm-hmm?" "What's down that way?" "That wing is forbidden for a woman like you." "This way." "This is a..." "This spot's reserved." "Oh, anywhere is fine." "Oh... mmm-hmm." "Mmm-hmm." "If you need any..." "Anything at all, you..." "Oh." "Thank you." "Isabel." "Isabel." "Isabel." "I apologize for the unorthodox introduction." "I'm Dr. Cairn." "Oh." "I wanted to make sure that all your needs are being seen to." "Oh, yes." "The Institute is lovely." "I'm happy that you're pleased." "You may be feeling stress." "So this tonic may calm your nerves." "How are you responding to the tonic?" "I feel better already." "Lighter." "Good." "Be warned, you may experience unusually vivid dreams as a side effect of the medication." "All right." "You get some rest." "We'll begin our first session tomorrow." "Drink." "Please describe your affliction." "Ever since my parents' accident, their passing," " I've had anxiety..." " Mmm-hmm." "Insomnia." "My Doctor thinks..." " Dr. Torrington." " Yes, sir." "He feels that my afflictions were not mere products of my grief," "but manifestations of more latent maladies." "This is why he felt I would benefit from your care." "And which latent maladies did he identify?" "I have often been called willful, overly curious." "I'm told that my flights of fancy are not becoming of a lady." "These character flaws, he believes, have evolved into my current difficulties." "And what do you think of the Doctor's assertion?" "My brother has always said that..." "I don't care what your brother thinks." "What do you think?" "I want to be a good daughter and a good sister." "I do." "But I cannot accept curiosity as a mark against my character." "And isn't imagination the sign of an active intellect?" "I know too much independence is not becoming of a lady, but it just..." "There is nothing wrong with you, Isabel." "You are independent." "It is your nature, not a malady." "You are dissatisfied because your life constrains you." "You say it so plainly." "I'm ashamed to seem ungrateful for what I have." "But I just want..." "You just want to be free." "Exactly." "Hmm." "Thank you." " Isabel." " Roderick." "My darling sister." "You are a sight for sore eyes." "How are you?" "Have you settled in nicely?" "I have." "It's everything that we hoped it would be." "And how is the famous Doctor?" "The medication is helping already." "I..." "I already feel much more at ease." "Uh, little bird?" " Where'd you go?" " I'm sorry." "Dr. Cairn says it's a part of the healing process, a side effect as I adjust to the medication." "Well, perhaps some, uh, fresh air will help." "Would you like to take a walk?" "Let's enjoy the beautiful gardens." "You lead the way." "Who are you?" "I'm Edith." "The Lady of the May." "Mmm-hmm." "Walking through the woods to meet my love this day in Merry Mount." "Good." "And what do you see, Lady Edith?" "Focus." "You must see through her eyes." "I see..." "I see fawns and nymphs." "They're transformed into brutes." "They dance around the maypole where we shall be married." "They are the devils in ruined souls that people the black wilderness." "Good." "Now, Lady Edith, what is your family's relation to evil?" "We are well acquainted with evil." "These darks and monsters are my brethren maddened by their troubles into a gay despair like evil spirits in the presence of a dread magician." "Good." "Now you will awaken as Lucy." "Now tell me, Lucy, is the night's ritual a dream or a reality?" "I..." " I don't..." " Ugh!" "A dream?" "Are you trying to fail?" "Are you doing this on purpose?" " Are you trying to spite me?" " The men and women... have seemed very pleased with my performance." "They've been pleased." "They've been pleased with your performance?" "This isn't a performance." "I don't want you to act." "I want you to become." "And if you can't do that, you're worthless to me." "This session's over." "No." "I'm sorry." "I..." "I won't disappoint you." "I'm sorry." "Please, Doctor." "Your medication, Miss Porter." "Thank you, Gunther." "What book are you reading, Miss?" "Uh, it's Edgar Allan Poe." "Why would a lady like yourself fancy such grim materials?" "The tales may be dark, I know what you're saying, but through them he asks questions of humanity in situations most extreme." "In plumbing these depths, he holds up a mirror to our own lives." "You're a very thoughtful woman." "Thank you, Gunther." "If you ever need anything ever, you just let me know." "Isabel." "Oh, Dr. Jacobs." " Calm yourself." " Oh, thank God." "There's a man in there." "There's blood everywhere." "I..." "I just..." "Dr. Lemelle." "Our surgeon." "What are you doing out of your room this time of night?" "I heard a noise, so I came to see what..." "Came to see what evil lurks in these halls at night?" "No." "I'm sorry." "Let's see what frightened you." "It's okay." "Come." "Dr. Lemelle, allow me to introduce Miss Porter, our new patient." "Isabel is new to her medication and she had a bit of a fright watching you work." "It was the noise." "It was still alive." "It's distasteful, yes, but it's the only way to procure a fresh specimen." "Poor thing." "Perhaps." "But I cannot sally forth and saw at the skulls of dainty, melancholic humans for my research, can I?" "No." "Come, Isabel." "Let's leave the good Doctor to his work." " Here we are." " Thank you." "Safe and sound." "Do not wander the halls in a place like this." "Yes?" "Yes." "Good night, Miss Porter." "Scream and I will slit your throat!" "Please don't hurt me." "Hurt?" "No, no." "I need you to help me." "I need to escape." "There's no leaving." "They will find me." "The wolves, they will find me." "Let me try to find Dr. Cairn for you." "I have failed him." "Because I do not know whether night is a dream, and he hates me and now he's going to give me to them like he did with the others." "They are going to sacrifice me to the demons." " It's all right." "It's all right." " They're going..." "You're just imagining things." "Everything is going to be okay." "What the devil is going on in here?" "My apologies, Madame." "This poor girl is clearly suffering from some kind of delusional attack." "Lucy, you cannot hurt me." "I can." "I will!" "You can't." "Gunther." "No, let go of me." "The wolves!" "The wolves!" "No!" "The wolves..." "Thank you, sir." "Porter." "Detective Thomas." "Good to see you." "How are you doing?" " I'm good." "I'm good." " Good to see you." " Please, sit." " Sure." "How are you?" "Oh, nothing a little whiskey can't take care of, right?" "I'm sorry to hear about your parents." "My condolences." "They were good people." "Thank you." "Isabel has taken it especially hard." "Hmm." "Sorry to hear that." "Please give her my best." "I will." "Truth be told," "I found it necessary to temporarily place her in professional care." " Hmm." " I didn't want to, but Dr. Torrington thought it the best course of action." "They say Rosewood is the best." "What is it, detective?" "Nothing." "Rosewood provides the best care money can buy." "Thomas, please." "Okay, I heard rumblings of strange occurrences many years ago, but they were mere rumors, nothing more." "Thomas, you would tell me if there were reason to be concerned, would you not?" "Yes, of course I would." "Of course I would tell you." "Please, pay me no mind." "When I drink, I speak heedlessly." "Look, set your mind at ease, all right?" "Your sister's going to be just fine." "She's in good hands." "No!" "You." "Have you seen me?" "This is not me!" "It's not me." "What are you doing in my pit?" "I'm sorry." "Jesus, leave the poor girl alone, Rebecca." "Time for your medication." " Thank you." " Don't mention it." "Nurse Oaks?" "I'm sorry, Miss Porter." "The door was supposed to be locked." "Right this way, please." "I heard you found your way into what the staff so lovingly calls "the pit."" "Were you lost?" "No." "I..." "I'd heard stories." "It was foolish of me." "I'm sorry." "I was simply curious." "Don't apologize for your curiosity." "What'd you think when you were faced with the reality of the healing process?" "The reality of..." "I don't understand." "We live in times that are rife with ill mental health, especially among the upper class." "To be blunt, we are a decadent people." "This leads to a imbalance as the mind and the flesh fall out of rhythm with the animal instincts." "These women that prance around as if this were a social club rather than one of the world's foremost Institutions of mental science, they don't want to heal." "We let them parade around in their ridiculous costumes as they live out their lives out of joint with the rest of the world." "On the other hand, there are some women here who have embraced their own healing." "The women in the pit?" "Yes." "That is what true healing looks like." "It's very different than what I imagined." "Of course." "If it were easy or aesthetically pleasing, then everyone would do it." "You and I are aligned in our ambitions." "My life's work is transformation." "I can give you the freedom you desire, but you will need to trust my methods, unorthodox though they may seem." "Everything that happens at Rosewood is done of one's own free will." "If you're brave and you're willing," "I can help you become the person that you wish to be." "Are you brave, Miss Isabel Porter?" "I want to be." "Yes." "Good." "Come in." "Miss Oaks, Dr. Lemelle." "We're going to be moving you into new quarters." "May I ask why?" "Dr. Cairn believes that the first step in your rehabilitation is to cast aside old vanities." " You're ashamed, yes?" " Uh..." "Oh, dear, that is precisely the point." "Shame is a fallacy imposed upon us by society." "It needs to be excised from the mind like any malignant disease." "Indeed." "It's time that you demonstrated some responsibility for your own treatment." " I will do whatever it takes." " Will you?" "Of course." "Good." "Doctor." "Ah, thank you, Gunther." "Miss Porter." "What is this?" "This is your new concoction." "Dr. Cairn had it personally adjusted for you." " Thank you." " Very good." "Please." "Please don't do this." "Where is Dr. Cairn?" "Dr. Cairn has given you to me," "my exquisite, pitiful little creature." "I'll do better, I promise." "Please give me a second chance." " Please, please." " Don't worry." "This will all be over soon." "This is a special day." "No, no, no." "A celebration." "No, no, no." "In your honor." "No." "Life is changed, not taken away." "Bodies grow slowly and die quickly." "How have your dreams been of late?" "After my parents' passing," "I had the most frightful nightmares." "Mmm-hmm." "Now my dreams are different." "Different how?" "Isabel, we spoke about this last week." "Without complete honesty," " the healing cannot take place." " Yes, sir." "Lately, my dreams have been strange." "They feel so real, I hardly know where the dream ends and reality begins." "This is natural." "A projection." "Your mind fights against itself as it attempts to expunge the pain and grief you carry inside." "You have internalized society's rules and limits." "In order for you to achieve your desires, we must first strip away the guilt and shame and outdated mores that have taken residency within your very flesh and bones." "Yes." "I think I understand." "Good." "I trust the increased dosage is agreeable?" "I feel wonderful." "I feel liberated." "Then we're ready for the next stage of your treatment." "When do we start?" "We start now." "You look quite festive, by the way." "Darling, doesn't she look festive?" " Just delightful, you are." " Mr. Baxter?" "Ah, Roderick." "Hello." "Are you visiting someone?" "Uh, yes, my sister, Isabel." "She's convalescing." "Yes." "Well, good day, Roderick." "Great to see you." "Come, my love." "Is this your daughter?" "No, this is my wife, Mrs. Baxter." " You haven't met?" " Good day." "Uh, no, I meant the young girl." "There." "This is our niece." "She is lodging with us while my cousin's family is away overseas." "I remember you from my first visit here." "Do you know my sister, Isabel?" "She's a shy girl." "She's very shy." "Very shy." "Are you okay?" "I'll be there." "Go on." "Well, it's so good to see you, Roderick." "Best to the sister, yeah?" "Be well." "You know, Isabel," "I'm working on something very exciting." "I'd like to invite you to my lab to see it." "Dr. Cairn says that your progression's been remarkable, so not to worry." "I know my brother won't be pleased." "You are a strong girl." "You don't need his approval." "You understand?" "Yes." "Mr. Porter." "Roderick." "Isabel, what are you wearing?" "Huh?" "Your fingers, they're filthy." "I know." " Who did this to you, huh?" "Roderick." "Mr. Porter." "It is all part of the treatment." "Roderick, Roderick, it's all right, it's all right." "Can I speak to my brother in private for a moment?" " I'll be right here if you need me." " Okay, thank you." "Brother, do not worry." "Everything is fine." "Wonderful, in fact." "Dr. Cairn made me understand that the root cause of my ailment is decadence." "But I just feel so much more relaxed, and lighter even, just being around all these women who have truly embraced their healing." "Isabel, please!" "I can't follow a word you're saying." "In fact, I think it would be best if you came home." "No." "I have to stay until I'm healed." "Of what?" "What sort of nonsense are they feeding you?" "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that you're afraid of what you don't understand, but I will not be leaving with you." "Good day, brother." "Isa..." "I'm afraid it's going to be a while before Isabel's ready to receive another visit." "That is not for you to decide." "Mr. Porter, visits are made at the discretion of our patients." "So we will let you know the next time your presence is requested here at Rosewood." "Good day, Mr. Porter." ""Detective Thomas," ""I implore you to consider" ""an investigation into Rosewood."" "I'm going to put you in restraints." "This is the next step in your treatment." "You do trust me, don't you, Isabel?" "Good." "Nurse Oaks?" "Please undo her gown." "Reorienting the body's humors is a difficult process." "We must begin with the most base reaction and work towards more complex emotions and cognitive arrangements." "We'll start with the most primitive of feelings." "Pain." "Isabel, look at me." "It's a long path, but by the end, you will find the freedom that you seek." "You are a brave woman, aren't you?" "You see, a woman like you has probably never felt real physical pain, have you?" "That is a problem." "And another." "God!" "The mind is an incredible organ." "See, the body senses and sends signals to the brain, but how the brain interprets those signals is a matter of great delicacy." "More of an art than a science, I believe." "Most live their lives controlled by these impulses, but you don't have to." "If we can rewire this most primitive instinct, imagine what's possible." "Complete authority over one's own mind." "Limitless autonomy." "Absolute power." "We must strip away the last vestiges of your old self, and only then will you know real empowerment." "Again." "Congratulations." "Welcome to the first day of your new life." "Come in." "Mmm, Miss Porter." " Madame, may I ask you something?" " Of course." "It's about Dr. Cairn." "His methods are..." "I fear that I cannot do what he asks of me, that I will fail him, fail myself." "Look at you." "Another spoiled rich girl." "So eager to be his pet, yet you come running crying to me the moment he pushes you." "I just thought..." "You thought you'd quit?" "Just like every other vapid socialite he's wasted his talents on?" "I expect more of you." " Do you understand me?" " Mmm-hmm." "Do you understand me?" "Yes." "You may go." "Most of the women here, they're hardly cared for." "Most of them are homeless." "They don't have families." "The Doctors here aren't trying to heal them." "They're just keeping them out of sight." "Beats living in the gutter." "At least here, you get fed." "Did something happen with the Doctor?" "No, it's just..." "His methods are unorthodox." "Never mind." "I shouldn't be speaking about my treatment." "Are you all right, Miss?" "I'm fine." "I came about Isabel." " Is something the matter?" " Yes." "I fear she's being manipulated." " Manipulated?" " And the way that they have her dressed, like she's some sort of common peasant..." "Hmm." "Roderick, I know what you're going through, with the loss of your parents and now your sister, her illness." "And I understand that you've taken over your father's business entirely on your own." "Is that correct?" "I did not come here to discuss myself." "And I appreciate that, but you mustn't underestimate the toll the past few months have taken on your own psyche." "I see." "Thank you, Doctor." "Tell me, what is your name?" "Isabel Porter." "That's incorrect." "Where are you from?" "Worcester." "Look at me." "That's incorrect again." "Does that hurt?" "No, that does not hurt." "When one is nothing, one feels nothing." "Okay?" "Again." "I do this for your own benefit." "Through me, you shall understand pain." "Now." "Good." "Sit up for me." "Tonight you will face your final test." "Mr. Porter." "Mr. Avery." " I took a look at it." " And?" "It's chock-full of Laudanum and what I think is Indian root." "And it appears to have trace amounts of Aconite." "Aconite?" "Monkshood." "Wolfsbane." "A poison, Mr. Porter." "Not enough to kill you, but certainly enough to have rather unpleasant effects on your mind." "Congratulations." "You found us." "One final test for your commitment." "Who do you see?" "Margaret." "And why do you think she's here?" "She whispered lies into my mind." "Sowed doubts within me." "She tried to turn me against you." "No, Isabel." "She must be punished." "Please." "You will be my star." "Cleanse her with the lash." "Her screams will be be her sacrament of reconciliation." "Isabel, please!" "Please!" "Please!" "Please!" "Gunther." "Where's Margaret?" "Don't worry, Ma'am." "Allison will take care of you." "You're home now." "Roderick." "So I looked into, uh," "Aconite Society." "Yeah." "And?" "There are whispers of a secret order made up of society's wealthiest and most influential men." "And?" "And whispers are about all anybody would say about it." "Thomas, if it's money you want," " I'm in no short supply." " I don't want your money." "I'll make it worth your while." "Listen, I have some advice for you." "Leave this alone." "Even if half of these stories are true, they run everything, the courts, the papers, the banks, all..." "Rosewood?" "I don't know." "Is Dr. Cairn one of them?" "I don't know a Dr. Cairn." "What about the girl, Lucy, that I saw?" "Is Mr. Baxter involved with these people?" "Listen to me." "Please, I don't want anything to do with this." "There's gotta be something more you can give me." "Please." "That's all I can tell you." "Goodbye." "Tell me of this Isabel Porter." "She is weak, timid." "Narcissistically concerned with petty trivialities." "Unable to express her true self." "And do you wish to return to your life as Isabel?" "No." "I have to forget I was ever such a vapid creature." "Very good." "You are Tabula Rasa incarnate." "Do you understand the significance of what we've achieved?" "Yes, sir." "Thank you, sir." "You are ready for your new identity." "Hello, good man." "I'm sorry to disturb you at this late hour, but is Mr. Baxter in?" "No." "I'm sorry." "He's out." "Was he expecting you, Mr..." "No, sir." "I was in the area and thought I'd call on him." "My apologies." "Perhaps you could call on him another time?" " Certainly." " Good evening." " Thank you." "My sweet, pretty wife." "Dost thou doubt me already, and we but three months married?" "More." "Your Faith doubts you." "Then God bless you." "And may you find all well when you come back." "Say thy prayers, go to bed before dusk, and no harm will come to thee." "Ah, my poor Faith." "What a wretch am I to leave her." "You are Goodman Brown." "Forget your past and become him entirely with every inch of your being." "Go." "Dearest heart, pray thee." "Put off your journey till sunrise and sleep in your own bed tonight." "My love and Faith, of all nights in the year, this one night must I tarry away from thee." "Bravo." "You're ready." "Only three weeks in and you're already a better Brown than Lucy ever was." "This will be greatest performance they've ever seen." "Performance?" "I don't understand." "Forgive me, Goodman." "A momentary flight of fancy, nothing more." "Come." "You've been working all day in the field." "You all deserve some rest." "Oh, God!" ""Mr. and Mrs. Baxter," ""you're invited, 21st," ""9:00 at Rosewood." ""Aconite Society."" "Come, my dear." "Are you ready to see?" "I've got a surprise for you, my love." "Something really exquisite." "Feast, my dear, feast." "Fe..." "Roderick." "Ladies and gentlemen, as is customary before we begin, we'd like to offer you a token of our appreciation." "Dance with me." "It is the order of things." "We drink the poison, and in doing so push back the darkness that surrounds us." "We are, of course, gathered here to celebrate you, the Aconite Society, who have made so much possible, both within and outside our walls." "Tonight is a veritable miracle in modern science, for our star is no mere actress." "She has been fully transformed, shedding her previous identity like an ill-fitting suit." "I give you young Goodman Brown." "Begin." "Dearest heart, pray thee, put off your journey until sunrise and sleep in your own bed tonight." "My love and Faith, of all nights in the year, this one night must I tarry away from thee." "My journey forth and back again must needs be done 'twixt now and sunrise." "Oh, my poor Faith." "She talks of dreams and now it is I who feel as though" "I walk through shadowed realms." "My good man." "Come, let me guide you with my light." "There is a peculiarity in such solitude." "With these lonely steps," "I may be walking through unseen multitudes." "What if the Devil himself could be at my very elbow?" "I shall yet stand firm against the Devil." "Come, witch, come, wizard, come, Devil himself." "And here comes young Goodman Brown." "You may as well fear him as he feared you." "Stop!" "Isabel!" "Seize him!" "Isabel." "Bind this creature to the altar." "Now are ye undeceived?" "Evil is the nature of mankind." " Isabel!" " Evil must be thy only happiness." " Isa..." " Welcome, children, to the communion of your race." "No!" "Isabel!" "I, young Goodman Brown, stand before you with the Devil as my witness, and promise to strike down any who seek to impede my destiny." "Isabel, it's me." "Isabel, please!" "No!" "Aah!" "Oh, Faith." "What would I do without you?" "Allison, will you please leave us?" "Faith, will you please leave us?" "Who are you?" "A simple Goodman named Brown." "And at the coven, you spoke the lines of the Devil." "Lines?" "I'm afraid I don't know what you mean." "I admit that night in the woods is a bit of a blur." "There was so much darkness." "I'm just glad I was able to save my Faith." "Very well." "It's a testament to your will that you were able to inhabit your role so fully." "But now I need you to forget him." "You are no longer Goodman Brown." "And Allison is no longer your Faith." "Do you remember the performance we had you do as part of your therapy?" "I think so." "I remember something about a..." " A demon." " Mmm-hmm." "You did very well." "It was evident that you're taking control of your own identity." "But now I need to see if you can do another role." "Another role?" "Soon you will be able to be whomever you want to be without limits." "I'm going to keep you in the dark for now." "But I'll let you know when you're ready." "In the meantime, you'll have to trust me." "Of course." "How's the device coming?" "The physics are impressive." "It's just a question of" " getting the device itself constructed." " Doctors." "Dr. Lemelle, if you would excuse me," "I'd like a word alone with Dr. Cairn." "I trust this event will be worth the resources devoted to it." "The inner circle came to see me today." "Our benefactors are concerned you're shirking your duties." "The flow of girls to the Society members is the Institute's lifeblood, yet you're spending all your time on one girl, and you've lost control of her." "They can face me themselves if they don't like my methods." "You forget yourself, Doctor." "Rosewood and the Society that supports it have existed long before you arrived." "That's true." "But you'd just be an old maid prostituting deranged women for wealthy miscreants without me." "So why don't you go back in and deal with your drapes and leave me to my art?" "Very well." "Doctor." "Very well done, Dr. Lemelle." "Very well done." "No." "No." " Isabel!" " Roderick?" "Please, no!" "Roderick." "Roderick, I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." "After all the girls I brought through this place, you owe me." "I want the Porter girl." "One would wonder if you had her admitted to have your way with her." "I've always loved that girl." "Let's say we revisit the topic of Isabel Porter's future after tomorrow night's event." "Hmm." "Fine." "How's the exposure?" "Should be fine." "I want her to hear it from you" "I fear she has too strong of a connection to my voice." "I'm a surgeon." "It's not a request." "Fine." "You are Mary Bradbury." "You are awaiting trial for witchcraft and immorality of the highest order." "Mary Bradbury, you are accused of crimes most heinous." "Admit that you are wrong and repent or you will condemned to murder by hanging." "But of course what interests me, my dear, is how an evolution in identity can manifest itself in the amygdala." "But then again, a tree is still a tree, is it not?" "Mmm, Gunther." "You need to eat, Mary." "Please, help me." "If nothing else, kill me, please." "Make this end." "You're..." "You're gonna be okay, Mary." "You're gonna be okay." ""The gardens at midnight beneath the gnome."" " Isabel." " Foul demon, leave me be!" "What's wrong with you?" "He knows everything." "You will tell him, then he'll hurt me." "Isabel." "Isabel." "Please, you can trust me." "You keep calling me Isabel." "I am Mary." "But I remember you." "Margaret." "Jesus Christ, what did they do to you?" "What did they do to you?" "I dreamt I killed you." "I'm still here." "Did I hurt you?" "Margaret." "No." "How can it be?" "Why would you help me if I did this to you?" "You're my friend." "I know it wasn't you who did that." "We can't stay here." "You have to tell me everything." "Are you trying to shut down my performance?" "You may have your event, if after the performance, you give up the girl." "That's ridiculous." "You've grown too attached." "The Society has decided that they will do with Isabel as they see fit." "It's time for her to be placed." "I refuse." "I thought all these characters," "I thought it was part of my therapy." "But then," "I started having all these dreams, and some of them turned out to be real, like hurting you and..." "And Roderick." "I don't know what happened to Roderick." "He did this to me." "They need to be punished." "But how?" "Gunther." "You should go back to your room, Mary." "You fill the goblets for the Society rituals?" "Hmm." "Please." "Help us, Gunther." "Thank you." "There's something you should know, Ma'am, about one of the men who's judging you tonight." "Look for one that says "Wolfsbane."" " This?" " Yes." " Hide, hide, hide." " What about you?" "Don't worry about me." "End this." "Why are you in here?" "I don't know." "You don't know?" "Is the disgusting, repulsive little urchin sampling my wares?" " No, no." " There are consequences for disobedience!" "Tonight's the night." "Together, my Mary, we shall put on the performance of a lifetime." "Let the trial begin." "Mary Bradbury, you stand accused of crimes most heinous." "Witchcraft, devilry, sins against the Lord." "Admit what you have done and repent or you will be sentenced to murder by hanging." "I didn't do anything." "I didn't hurt anyone." "Yours is not the only soul on trial this day." "You must also decide the fate of Susannah Sheldon." "The young lady you brought down with your unholy ways." "Mary, please save me." " I didn't make her do anything." " You lie." "Susannah, tell the judges the truth." "Mary Bradbury kidnapped me and forced me to commit sins against the Lord." "But..." "What is it, Susannah?" "Truthfully, I enjoyed it." "Do you see what your lies have wrought?" "They've turned the purity of an innocent girl into the Devil's plaything." "I didn't." "I..." "You lie!" "Confess!" "No, you are a liar, Dr. Cairn." "You lied to me." "You took my Faith away from me." "You are a monster." "As Chief Magistrate," "I demand you go back to your position." "You are still under trial." "I am innocent of what I am accused of tonight, but there is something else to which I must confess." "From a young age, this man was not only my trusted physician, but the object of my lust." "He was a friend of my father's and forbidden to me." "But in my innermost desires, I burned for him." "He is here tonight." "In fact, he is the very man who brought me here to Rosewood." "Torrington, come." "Let us finally admit what has remained silent for so long." "Please." "Let us be married in sin together." "Come play our little game tonight." "You will be rewarded later." "This is not the trial!" "Now it is time for you to play your part." "I can't wait to do this to you when we're alone tonight." "I've dreamed of this evening since you were a young girl." "Isabel." "Tonight, the judges shall be judged." "Dr. Cairn, this blade looks quite real." "Calm yourself, Doctor." "It's all part of the performance." "Tonight, you will all be on trial." ""Aconites," you call yourselves." "Playing with people's lives while you pretend to drink Monkshood, Wolfsbane." "Well, tonight, you drank the real thing." "Dr. Cairn?" "Doctor..." "Dr. Cairn?" "Get me out of here." "Dr. Cairn, get me out of here." "Run." "You run far away from this place." "You have to go." "Turn around!" "You won't hurt him." "You can't." "Thank you for teaching me the meaning of pain, Nurse Oaks." "Glad I could return the favor." "Isabel." "That was quite a performance." "Hmm." "Do you know Hawthorne's The Gray Champion?" "Yes." "It's the story of a legendary warrior who comes to the aid of those oppressed by tyranny and injustice." "Yes." "Yes." "Exactly." "This is your finest performance yet." "You." "You are the Gray Champion." "I am the Gray Champion?" "Yes, this fine Institution of..." "Of healing has been overrun with decadence and filth, and like an avenging angel, you have purified it." "Don't you see?" "This is still part of my treatment." "Yes, exactly." "Exactly." "This is all part of my plan." "You and I have purified Rosewood." "And now, you're finally home." "Isabel." "Isabel, you're healed." " I'm healed?" " Yes." "Yes." "Yes." "Now I see." "I am the Gray Champion." "I've purified my home." "Bravo, Miss Porter." "You." "You look like..." "Isabel, it's a curious thing, appearances, isn't it?" "People don't look closely at anybody that they think is beneath them," "Ma'am." "Gunther." "Why?" "I'm afraid that I have failed to properly introduce myself." "I'm one of the four heads of the Aconite Society." "The Inner Circle, as those unimaginatively like to call us, those in gown and tuxedoes who imagine that they wield power, but they are nothing more than mere pawns, no different than you or any of the other girls" "in the despicable pit." "Oh, if you could only know how long the wheels have been in motion to bring you to Rosewood." "I cannot tell you the last time my compatriots and I have been genuinely surprised by anything." "But you?" "You have been a pleasant surprise to all of us." "Because of you, the Institute will emerge stronger than ever before." "And I would hate to see the Doctor's good work go to waste, so we'll find another role for you soon enough, and you'll wake from this dream into another." "But until that time, the Institute thanks you." "Excuse me, Madame Porter." "Yes." "They're ready for you." "Thank you."