[keys jangling]
[door creaking]
- Hey, honey.
Where are you off to?
- Uh, home.
- Do you mind-- could we just have
a little chat?
- I really have a lot of things to do.
- Sweetie, look. [stammering]
Honey, I'm sorry.
I'm just really very worried about you,
and I just want to make sure
that we're getting you the proper treatment.
- Yeah, that's being taken care of.
- No, darling. Can we just talk about this for a second?
Robin, stop. I need to talk to you about--
- Not now, Dad. - Robin!
Robin!
- Excuse me, I need to get through.
- I'm so sorry, honey. I can't let you do that.
- What?
Get away from me!
What are you doing? - Just need you to stay here
a little while longer. We need to keep you here
a little while longer so we can get you the help that you need.
- No. No, I'm not staying. - I'm worried that you're gonna
hurt yourself. I don't want you to hurt yourself.
- Who are you to decide who's gonna hurt themselves?
Get off of me. Get off of me.
Get off of me! What are you doing?
I hate you!
I swear I'm never gonna speak to you again!
[monitor beeping]
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