Sunday 25 – Monday 26 March 2018
Do you know why you’re here, Georgia?
Kind of a stereotypical way to start our first session, isn’t it doc?
It’s a simple question, Georgia, that only requires a simple answer. So . . . do you know why you’re here?
Of course, I do. Why wouldn’t I know why I’ve been committed to Sandhills Mental Asylum?
Okay, okay, I see.
You’ve got my file right in front of you. Haven’t you read it?
Yes, I have.
So, why do I need to tell you if you’ve read my file? Court appointed facility. Court appointed sessions. Court said I have to be here.
And what did you do to end up here?
Again, you’ve read my file. It’s all in there.
Answer the question, please.
You know, I don’t particularly want to talk about that.
Well, you’re going to have to talk about it with me.
I’m sure I am, but I highly doubt that we’ll be discussing it right now, right this minute.
And why are you so sure of that?
Because what you really want to know is how I got away with it for so long. You’re wondering why no one noticed, why so many little kiddies were hurt without anyone else realising it had been going on. So, I’ll tell you a secret. I’ll tell you why. Because I’m good at what I do.
And what is it that you do?
I make people like me, and then I can get away with whatever I choose to get away with.
What happens when you can’t make someone like you?
People always like me.
I’d like to go back to my question about what is it that you do? What is it that you really do? It’s not making people like you, is it? It’s really that you manipulate people.
Call it what you want.
There are people you can’t manipulate, Georgia. How will you deal with them?
I made you like me, didn’t I?
It’s not about me.
Everyone says that when I prove them wrong.
You like being right.
Is that a question? Who doesn’t?
But you like getting your own way better.
I’m good at it. It’s my special skill.
What did you tell those children to make them go with you?
Didn’t need to tell them anything. When you’re the babysitter, it’s easy enough to get the kids to do what you want. A little bribery. A little sweet talk. A bit of promising them the world. And then you rip the world out from around them. Easy. Satisfying.
What about that is satisfying?
Watching their parents go crazy. Getting away with murder.
But you didn’t, did you? Get away with murder.
No, I suppose not. I mean, I did for a time but . . .
You encountered someone you couldn’t manipulate.
She read you like a book.
She’d like you to think that, but let’s face it, it took her fifteen months and thirteen missing kids to come to the conclusion that it was me.
So, in the end, Georgia, you didn’t win.
It wasn’t about winning.
What was it about?
. . . The end . . .