(dramatic orchestral music) (laughing) - Well, um, I wanted to tell you something. Um, ever since I've met you, you've made me feel like a totally different person. Um, you know, I've been in so many relationships that I've never felt as strong as I have for you. Since I've met you, you know, you've made me care about the ones that I didn't love, you know, doing the things that we do together, going out, you know, and having a good time, you know, I just really wanted to spend a lot of time with you` - What's he doing? - Getting ready to go to work. - And, I just didn't know how to explain it. - What time is it? - Has to be 7:45. (indistinct chattering on TV) - It feels later. - I can't rely on how it feels, Terri. We have to be smart. Stick to the plan. (applause on TV) Now he's getting ready to watch the morning talk show. - I've been in many different relationships but I've never felt` - So, we have seven minutes. Maybe he won't even come down. - He always comes down before work. - It's just not gonna work, it's not gonna work. - Kurt's gonna get mad, he's gonna come down and beat us. - Minda, shut up. - I hope this sicko gets sepsis. (electricity crackling) (sighs) We blew the breakers. - I knew the hotplate was` - Now he's really gonna kill us this time. - No, he's not, OK? We just have to stick to the plan. (footsteps approaching) - (explosion booming) - What's that? (clattering) (explosion booming) - Everyone, down on the ground. How many are down here? - Three. There's three of us! There's three of us! - All right, stay calm, stay calm. - You're safe now, stay calm. - What's your name? - Dakota. Dakota Haggerty. - Stay calm, stay calm, you're safe now. You're safe. (intense music) - None of you, no matter what you choose, there are three underlying causes you should always look for with PTSD. They are these. Number one, large scale conflict, like combat, natural disaster. Number two, social conflict, poverty, and finally, intimate conflict. Domestic violence, physical abuse, sexual harassment, et cetera, et cetera. Now, most survivors will have complex trauma. So, each one's stress profile will be unique. That is why it is so important to deeply examine the source of the trauma. Only when we understand what exactly has happened to a person can we begin to understand why they behave the way they do. Max, you ready? Uh, Max, since Ella has abandoned us, has agreed to fill in as my GA, he is going to pass out your midterms. Some of you are going to be disappointed. Yes, Gibson? - This is kind of an ethical question. - Since Ella isn't our TA anymore, we can ask her out now, right? - (all chuckling) - Oh, be my guest, Gibson, but, uh, please be advised that a bruised ego will not be considered a medically-excused absence. (all laughing) If you have any questions about your assignments, your grades, ask Max. If you have any questions about your unrequited crush on Ella,... - (bell ringing) - ...I'm afraid you're on your own. Have a nice day, everyone. - Haggerty. - Dakota, right? - Is there more than one? - No, it's just an unusual name, that's all. There you go. - Dr. Campbell? - Hi, Dakota. - Can I talk to you? - Yeah. I have some office hours later. Why don't you come see me then? - OK. (dramatic orchestral music) (heavy breathing) - Hi! Uh, you may not remember me. I'm Addie. We had Intro to Feminist Lit together. - Oh, hi. - I was surprised you're not in the advanced level. We're reading Joanna Russ's 'How To Suppress Women's Writing' and 'The Female Man'. Crazy! - Yeah, I was, uh, carrying too many hours this semester. I might take it next year. - So, I, I wanted to ask you something, but you never stuck around after class. Are you from Illinois? Look, I read all the coverage. The rescue, the child. That's why I became a journalist. I mean, after all, how many Dakota Haggertys can there be` - I'm not her. - You were the only one who didn't testify at the trial. You've got a completely untold story, and I think people would find it inspiring. What you are, what you've overcome` - Look, I don't know what you're talking about, but whoever you're looking for, it isn't me. Just leave me alone. (knocking on door) - Oh, hi, Dakota, come on in. - Oh, no, um, I, I get warm in small spaces. - Oh. OK. Have a seat. So, I assume you wanna talk about your midterm. - Well, I was just wondering if there is any kind of extra credit I could earn. - Now I understand why you want the door open. - Well, you signed up for my Advanced Psychology of Trauma class without completing any of the prerequisites. So, I'm not surprised you're struggling. - I know I bombed the midterm but I can do better if you just give me a chance, I'm willing to put the work in. - Can't quite figure you out, Dakota. 'Cause on the one hand, you, you clearly lack the foundation and the basics of this subject matter and the research methodology, on the other hand, you have this incredible insight into the deviant mind. Your paper on sexual obsession was light years ahead of anyone else's. How did you know all that? - If I'm so lacking, then why did you approve my admission to the class? - A colleague said I'd find you interesting. He's right about that. - I just need to pass this class. My job is on campus, and I need to keep my GPA up to keep it. - Well, there are tutors, um, you could find a study buddy. Gibson is obnoxious, but he's also acing the class. (dramatic orchestral music) (chuckles) Or, uh, you and I could be. My whole office hour's at O'Shea's bar on Friday evenings. (chuckles) - Just a little less intimidating than an office. - I'll study harder. Thanks, Dr. Campbell. - Dakota, are you sure you're OK? (intense music) You know, if you have any extenuating circumstances, it would really be in your best interests to let me and the other faculty know about them. That way, we can make exceptions for you if you need them and get you any help you might need. - I don't need special treatment. (singing in foreign language) (gasps) - Sorry. Please, throw me out, your back is better suited for this. - (groans) - Uh, sure. (wheels rattling) (suspenseful orchestral music) (intense music) Jose? (voices whispering) - Hey, wait! - I have to go, I'm sorry. - You haven't finished yet. (dramatic orchestral music) (door locking) (heart beating) - Most trauma survivors are torn between rejecting their experience and recreating it. This is because the brain naturally adapts to its circumstances no matter how horrible those circumstances might be. Uh, this is one of the reasons why soldiers often request to go back to combat situations. It's the place where their adaptation makes more sense to them, right? On a smaller scale, that's why many of you will seek out a series of bad relationships - until your friends stage an intervention. - (all chuckling) Uh, but breaking that cycle, staging that intervention is the key to moving past trauma. Uh, sadly, many people never get there. And many people die trying. (dramatic music) - (bell ringing) - On that happy note, I'll see you all next week. Thank you. (all chattering) (dramatic orchestral music) - You know, Campbell was really laying it on big today. - Really? 'Cause I thought he was sugar coating it. - He usually saves all the really gnarly stuff until after the drop date. (chuckles) - When we're stuck in his class? - Of course. There's no sense in spooking the normies, right? - (chuckles) I'm Max, by the way. - Yeah, I know. I was in class, remember? - Yeah. - Hey, maybe you could answer something for me. - Yeah. - Professor Campbell, is he usually` - Overly friendly professor vibe? - Yeah. (chuckles) - Well, I mean, he's young, for a professor, he's funny, he's good-looking` - For a professor. Yeah, I get it. So not like that though, I mean, not for me. You don't think that'll affect my grade, do you? - No, honestly he just likes to flirt with all the pretty girls. - Unless you're thinkin' about taking him up on it. - Oh, no, no. No, he's all right. - But` - Just for a professor. (chuckles) Yeah, but no. Besides, it's not like my grade could get much worse. - I gotta say, I'm kinda surprised. You, you seem to handle the material much better than most undergrads. - It's just there's, um, some stuff that I've been dealing with or failing to deal with, I guess. And now, there's this person who keeps bringing all that stuff back up that I'd really rather forget. I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm telling you all this. - You must think I'm a freak. - No, relax. Uh, seriously, look, if you actually ever do need help, inside a class or outside of it, let me know, hit me up. - You never know, maybe I will. (cell phone ringing) - Duty calls? - Uh, yeah, I gotta get back to work. - OK. - Thanks for the pep talk, Max. - Yeah, anytime. - Hi. - What are you doing here? - I work here, duh. I was off last semester and now I'm back. - Did you just start? - But you've basically been following me. I mean, class, the quad, now where I work? I told you, I don't wanna talk about it, so, can't you just leave me alone? - Look, if I freaked you out the other day, I'm sorry. I'm not always great at social stuff. I just wanna be friends. Everybody needs friends, right? - Jose? - Good, you're back. Go down to the supply closet and get this stuff. I'm on hold with inter-library loan. - In the basement? - Yep, that's the one. We're trying to track down a copy of 'The Berlin Codex', a photographic reproduction if you have one. - (heart beating) - (suspenseful music) - (door beeping) - (switch clicking) (door creaking) (beeping) - Hey! (banging) Hey, who's out there? (banging on door) Come on, this isn't funny. Come on, this isn't funny! Let me out! (banging on door) Let me out of here! Come on, let me out of here, please! You have to let me out. Let me out, please! let me out of here. Let me out, please! Let me out! (sobbing) You have to. Please, let me out! Let me out! Let me out! Come on! - And you're sure you didn't lock the door accidentally? - I didn't even close it. - Uh, she couldn't have locked it. - How do you know that? - Because, well, truthfully, it wasn't locked when Addie and I arrived. - Hey! I'm not making this up. Someone, someone's tryin' to` - To do what? - I'm telling you, someone was there. Someone is doing this on purpose. - Like who? - Well, Addie, maybe? She's been following me around, giving me the creeps. - Addie was with me the whole time at the desk until we heard the commotion. - Maybe you're right. Maybe somebody's pulling a harmless prank. Either way, you're fine. - That's the important thing. - So, that's it, you're just gonna forget about this? I can file a non-criminal incident report if it'll make you feel better. (scoffs) (dramatic orchestral music) - Dakota, are you OK? What'd they say? (keys clacking) (cell phone beeping) - Hi, Detective Martin? It's Dakota Haggerty. Yeah, um, I was just wondering, um, is he, uh, is he still in prison? He is. OK. OK, um, uh, then have you heard from Terri or Minda? Or has he gotten any, uh, visitors or phone calls that, uh, privacy laws? (chuckles) His privacy, seriously? (scoffs) Yeah, no, I, um, I understand. Mm-hm. Thanks. (phone beeping) - Some patients will exhibit signs of trauma, but not admit to any traumatic experience. Who can tell me why that might be? Dakota. - Uh, because, um, because she, uh, the patient may not have begun to process the trauma yet? - Or because peer-reviewed studies of my girlfriend show that four out of five women are completely nuts. - You are a sad and pathetic excuse for a human being, Gibson, and if you weren't so obviously terrified of women, I might even think it was funny. - Thank you, Dakota. (chuckles) Uh, well, you're half right. Just not about Gibson. Uh, to admit to the trauma is to begin processing it. - Max! - Hey. Well, I'm assuming you need a security detail to walk you to your car, right? - Your boy, Gibson, might be lurking in the bushes plotting his revenge. - Man, I really lost it. Kinda proved his point for him. Oh, don't worry about it, there's honestly a new crop of guys like him every year and they grow out of it. - You know, maybe. - (chuckles) - Well, Campbell thinks I need a tutor and believe it or not, he actually suggested Gibson. - Really? He's a smart guy, but he's kind of a horrible judge of character, so` (chuckles) - Yeah, but I need somebody. - Hm. Um, somebody you can trust? Uh, it's kinda too bad Ella flaked out, but, um, I'll tell you, you around Friday morning? I got a couple of hours I can kill. Why don't you meet me and we'll do it then? - Are you sure? - Yeah. You gotta ace the class, right? And plus, you gotta piss Gibson off. - Well, yeah, and, you know, keep my job, further my education, someday graduate and have a good career. - Oh, yeah. Of course. That too. - (chuckles) (thudding) - (suspenseful music) - (heart beating) (clock ticking) (clattering) (footsteps approaching) (metal clanging) (lock clicks) (hinges creaking) (door clicking) - Thanks for coming, Terri, it's really good to see you. - Cynthia. - What? - It's Cynthia now. Say that other name again and I walk. - OK. Got it. You definitely look different. I mean, you look great. Just different. You wanna come in? (dramatic orchestral music) Well, thanks for coming. - I figured I owed you that. - So, I'm in college, finally. - Good for you. - Do you talk to Minda at all these days? I couldn't find her. - Nope, but if you finally track her down, forget you ever saw me. - Well, this is my place. Not much to see. - There's a lot of windows. - Yeah, I know, I can't get enough light. - Yeah, me too. So, how's your family? - It's pretty much just me now. My dad died when I was, uh, there. - Maybe it's for the better. My dad could hardly even look at me afterwards. Like I was` - Dirty? - Yeah. - So, what's your life like these days? - Normal. - All those years in that basement I used to dream about doing all the normal stuff. Now that I'm actually doing some of those things, it's not fixing anything. - You know, I was in therapy, but` - Therapy? God! That's the last thing I'd want. To dredge up that garbage and relive it. I changed my name, became somebody else. Somebody who was never even in that basement. - You should do the same. - I don't think I could just erase my past. - Well, then it's going to consume you for the rest of your life. You want some advice? Don't try to make up a life you could've had if you hadn't met Kurt Weber. Just move on. - Get the life you want now. - And lie to everybody? - Does your fiance know? - No. Nobody from my new life knows, and that's how I want it. So, don't expect a wedding invitation. What is it that you want, Dakota? - I wanted to ask you if anything weird, or unsettling had happened to you lately. - Yeah. You found me. - I mean, has anybody been harassing you? Stalking you, leaving you weird things? - What are you talking about? - I think that someone's stalking me and that maybe Kurt put him up to it. - Who could be talking to Kurt? He's locked up in his cell. (intense music) - You're the only person I can talk to. The only one I can trust. Wait, wait, Terri, please! No. - Do you know how many crazies came out of the woodwork, guys who thought that Kurt Weber was some kind of hero? And now you're leading those crazy SOBs right back to me? I knew coming here was a mistake. Don't contact me again. Ever! (door clicking) (intense music) (dog barking) - If you wanna complain to my boss, you're gonna have to wait till he gets out of his intramural lacrosse game. Excuse me, match. - What are you doing? - A friend sent me a bottle of that experimental nail polish. God, what a weird sentence. (sighs) You know, that those guys made to detect date rape drugs? - So, I'm running a less-than-clinical trial. - Does it work? - Hard to say. There are at least 10 different drugs out there and how's one thing gonna detect them all, so I'm sceptical. - So, it's supposed to be that colour? - Not exactly subtle on a date. (sighs) - Look, I know I haven't exactly been friendly. (chuckles) But, what happened to me, it's the kind of thing that makes you weird with people. Your friends, your family, even people you went through it with. - OK. But then, why are you here? - Because I need a favour. From someone who isn't afraid to ask rude questions. (chuckles) So, naturally, you thought of me. - I'm tryin' to get Kurt Weber's prison logs. Isn't there something that reporters can do to get that kind of stuff? - Prison's publicly funded, those should be public records. You think Weber had something to do with what happened yesterday? - I don't know, I mean, he's still locked up, but can be pulling the strings. I mean, control's always a big thing for guys like that. - Yeah, that checks out. - Somebody's stalking me and I really need to know who it is. - Well, I need a good story. Or else I'm gonna be stuck covering alumni meet-and-greets until I graduate or I die, whichever comes first. - Well, somebody stalking girls on campus sounds like a pretty good story to me. - You're sure it doesn't bother you? - Honestly, it's kind of a relief to have at least one person I'm not hiding it from. - You're 21? (inhales, exhales) - Wait, aren't these drugged? - Nah. Control group. Making sure liquor wasn't making it react. (groans) Yeah, not a fan of shots. - Uh, beer? (upbeat rock music) I think this is the first time I've been out since the semester started. - One thing I don't know is how you live without a car. I mean, you seriously don't drive? - I jump at everything. You do not want me on the road. - Hey, Trey, two beers. So... Thank you, sir. So, this book I was telling you about, you have to read it. It's about these 30 badass women, all right? Oh, hey. - If it isn't the professor with the past. - What do you mean? - Before he came to teach here, he was involved in this massive court case. We tried to do a story on it, but the records were sealed. - What kind of a court case? - Beats me. The source who tipped us off said it was sexual improprieties, which could mean almost anything. So... - You know his grad assistant, Ella, just stopped showing up to class. Everyone thought they were dating. She just dropped out of nowhere. No one's heard from her since. - Maybe he didn't take the breakup too well. I'm gonna run to the ladies' room. Uh, if the waiter comes by, you wanna order anything, it's on me. - Dakota. Shouldn't you be studying? - It's a free country, right? - That it is. That it is. Enjoy it while you can, Miss Haggerty. (eerie ambient music) (dramatic orchestral music) (switch clicks) (clock ticking) (intense music) - Jesus! Well, you gave me a heart attack. What're you doing in here? - Someone left this for me in my house. In my bed. - Whoa. When was the last time you saw one of these? - Uh, Kurt Weber's basement. He kept VHS tapes of all of us. - Sorry. I didn't mean to` - I mean, you didn't know that though, right? - It was never in the news. - No. - So then how could whoever did it know unless Kurt told them? - Have you watched it? - No. How could I? - Jose is old school. He never wants to let a format go. (VCR beeps) (tape whirring) (heart beating) - (intense music) - (heavy breathing) Dakota, you have to take this to the cops. (static hissing) (VCR beeping) So, after that horror show, you're probably not gonna be too thrilled about my most recent developments. - What is it? - I talked to the prison administrator. Good news and bad news. Good news, we can have access to Weber's prison visitor logs and his phone list. - No, that's great. When can they get here? - That's the bad news. We have to go get them ourselves. - What? - They aren't exactly in a rush to join the 21st century up there. So, nothing's digitised. And they won't use state resources to do a journalist's job for them. That's a quote. Charming people. Hey, it's no big deal. They're on one side of the bars, you're on the other. I did a job shadow at Danville Correctional when I was in high school. Totally safe. Scary, but definitely safe. - No, you don't understand, I'm gonna be locked up in there. With him. - I'll go. - No, you don't know what he's like. He can manipulate anything. And I don't want him to have any knowledge of you or any way into you at all. Ever. - We could just drop it. Let it go. It's totally up to you. It's totally your call. (Dakota sighs) - Hey, I was startin' to think you weren't comin'. - Oh, no, I just, um, some stuff came up. - You seem like` - What? - (chuckles) Nothing, just edgy. I was just worried about you. - Do you ever feel like someone's deliberately trying to drive you nuts? - You're giving Gibson way too much credit. You need to let it go. - (both laugh) I'm kidding. What's up? - It's just, before, when I was little, I felt like I always just knew what to do. I didn't think twice, I just did it. It's not like I just did what I want, I mean, I knew what I wanted. Now I can't even get breakfast in the cafeteria without second-guessing myself. - Yeah, I know that something happened to you. Uh, I don't know what and you don't have to tell me obviously, but something happened. In my experience, I just, you know it can change a person, but it doesn't always have to be for the worse, you know? - Maybe I'll tell you about it sometime. - What are you doing tonight? If you're free, I mean, we can go to O'Shea's grab a drink, you know, I mean, sometimes, these things go down a little bit easier that way. - That sounds nice. - Yeah. - Mm-hmm. - Hey. - Hey! - You ready? - Can we get that drink another time? I have this thing I have to do today. - Yeah. - OK. - Hey, just promise me you'll be careful, OK? - OK. - All right, I'll see you. (upbeat rock music) - Check it out. Xanax in gin got a positive result. - Mm-hm. - The cops look at the tape? - Yeah, but I doubt it's gonna go anywhere. - Are you kidding me? They should be able to CSI that thing six ways from Sunday. - I mean, they took my statement, I could tell they thought I was making it up. Just like that stupid campus rent-a-cop. - I know you're nervous. I saw you doing the finger thing. What is that anyway? - My therapist wanted me to develop a self-soothing ritual. Something I could do that wouldn't draw a lot of attention. You weren't supposed to notice. - You weren't counting on my crack powers of observation. But who wouldn't be nervous? I think it's amazing that you're doing this at all. - Really? - Dude, I would be catatonic. Hiding under my bed if I went through a tenth of the things you have. You are a certifiable badass. (dramatic orchestral music) - I can do this, right? - Absolutely. Badass, remember? Hi, we're here to pick up some records regarding one of the inmates. Dakota. Hey. We can leave whenever we want to, all right? Just focus on me. - It's just that I haven't been in the same building as him since I was rescued. It's another reason I didn't testify. - It's a big building with lots of guards, and guns. - He had a gun,... the night he took me. I was at a sleepover. In the middle of the night, my friend, Seeta, got up to go to the bathroom. And the closet door opened and he was in there, uh, pointing a gun, right at me. - Jesus. - Yeah. Uh, and he told me that if I screamed or made any noise he was going to kill my little sister. And that's when I knew he thought I was Seeta. - So, um, what'd you? - Um, you know, if he didn't know who my real family was then he couldn't hurt them. We walked for a few blocks and then he blindfolded me and threw me in his truck. And we drove around for, um, hours. - Then what, what happened? (dramatic music) - At first he came to visit me, uh, about three or four times a day. And then Minda came, um, which was better and worse at the same time. I wasn't alone anymore, but now he had two people to do horrible things to. - I remember her at the trial. - He abused us every day. Not just physically, but psychologically. Um... He told us how happy our parents were that we were gone. How much better their lives were without us. (exhales) That we should be proud for sacrificing ourselves. Uh, that he was protecting us, that he loved us. (scoffs) - And then he took Terri. Right off the street. - Yeah, he, uh, got crazier as he got older if that was even possible. So, we were planning an escape. - I said it before and I will say it again. You're incredible. And someday, when you're ready people should hear your story, Dakota. - It's only gotta get better from here, right? (knocking on door) (Dakota sighs) (door clicking) OK. No way. - What you got? - Dr. Campbell. - Campbell, as in your Psych professor, Dr. Campbell? He came to see Weber? - Well, it doesn't mention Weber's name specifically, but he facilitates a men's sexual offenders' support group right here at the prison. - 'Cause that's not creepy at all. Do you think this is enough evidence? - Well, he admitted me to his Advanced Psych class. He singles me out all the time. There's Ella's disappearance. - Would he have been able to track down where you live? - My address would be in school records. - I hate to say it, but it is adding up. And he is a regular visitor to Kurt Weber's home away from home. And then there's that whole sexual improprieties thing. What do you wanna do? - We could go to the cops, but we don't have any real proof. But we could get some. - You mean, like a sting? Like, with a wire? - I think it's time to turn the tables, don't you? - Let's do it. - We don't want to freak them out. (cameras clicking) - Dakota, Dakota. - What is going on? - You said you wouldn't tell anyone. - I didn't. - You're the only one who knows. - Yeah, well, this pretty much blows my scoop. Why would I do that? - So that's all I am to you. A scoop? - I am so sick of people using me. - Dakota. Dakota, wait! - Dakota. - Leave me alone. - Look, watch out. - Dakota, Dakota. - Have you seen the other girls? Hey, Dakota, Dakota. - I said leave me alone! - Dude, shut up. Guys. - Dakota. - Yo, come on, leave her alone. Jesus. (sighs) - Hey, all that stuff they're saying` - Yeah, it's all true. - Jesus. - Dakota, I wish you had told me. - Yeah, what, what difference would it have made? - It's my life, I was stupid to think I could just outrun it. - Why don't we blow off class? All right, we'll grab that drink we talked about earlier and we can forget about everything. - Oh, and have everyone think I'm just like Ella? - What're you talkin' about? (chuckles) You're nothing like Ella. - Yeah, well, let's hope Campbell doesn't think so. - What does that mean? - He's the one that's been doing all this to me. Stalking me, threatening me. - OK, look, Dakota, I know that Campbell can be, like, kind of a lech. - That's a little bit beyond him, right? - Well, who else would it be? I'm sorry. I know he is your mentor. I shouldn't have said anything. - Look, you can talk to me, OK? I told you that. - It's, I don't, I don't even feel safe at my apartment anymore. He knows where I live. - Well, stay at my place. All right, I just realised what that sounded like but it's, it's, I swear it's not a come on, all right? I live, I live with my mom actually, and, um, look, we have a spare bedroom. I'm gonna give this to you. It's my address. In case you ever need it, day or night. OK? - Thanks, but I can just stay at Addie's. - After she just sold you out and told the reporters about everything? Dakota, I just think you need to be with somebody who's not gonna cause more problems in the first place. Somebody who can protect you. - OK, Max, Max, I'm, I'm grateful, but I'm gonna figure it out on my own. I don't need your protection and I really don't want your pity. - Well` - No, uh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to lash out. - What are you gonna do about Campbell? (sighs) For now, just keep going to class. - All right. Shall we? - Yeah. (all chattering) - Good afternoon, everyone. Hello? (dramatic music) OK. 'The effects of trauma on psychology and neurology cannot be separated.' Can anyone give me an example? From the reading, of course. (laughs) OK. Well, the brain, as an organ, is finely calibrated to detect danger. It's part of its survival function. But exposure to trauma, especially prolonged or repeated or intimate trauma, can rewire those danger-seeking portions of the brain, thus causing it to wrongly perceive danger in every situation. Yes, Dakota. - What if it's not wrong? - How do you mean? - Well, if danger really is all around you, then isn't your brain sending you the right signals? - Well, I'm not sure that's a reaso` - Oh, really? (Dakota scoffs) Have you ever walked home at night with your keys between your fingers? Listened over your shoulder for footsteps when you enter a public restroom? Smile at someone who frightens you because, maybe if you're nice enough, if you don't wound their pride, maybe they won't actually hurt you? Have you ever worried that what you're wearing might draw the wrong kind of attention or worse, - make people think that it was your fault? - No, I haven't. - Well, then, respectfully, Dr. Campbell, I don't think you know how dangerous the world really is. - Hey. - Jesus! Lurk much? - Sorry. I was just looking for Dakota. - Why? Did she miss another big study date? Look, in case you haven't noticed, she's got bigger things to worry about. - I realise that. But I can help her. - She can help herself. I think she's had enough male protection, don't you? - I'm just worried about her. Hey, come on. You should be, too. Have you talked to her? She says there's somebody out there trying to mess with her, torment her. - Dakota has faced down monsters and survived. She's tougher than either of us. - She needs help. - She doesn't need your help. (sighs) - Hi, you've reached Dakota Haggerty. I can't come to the phone right now. Please leave your name and number and I'll call you back. (phone beeps) (vehicle honks) (doors hissing) (intense music) - Sorry, I, um,... forgot something. (engine revving) (car tyres screeching) - Dakota. You OK? (exhales) Yeah, I, I think so. - I got part of the licence plate. It was six-six-F, six-six-F something. I can call the cops,... - (phone beeping) - ...if you want me to. - Yeah, yeah, sure. - (phone beeping) - Yeah. I'd like to report an attempted hit and run. Sure. Listen, Dakota. I, I've been thinking a lot about what you said in class. Like, a lot, a lot. And I said some really dumb things to you and to other women too because I didn't know and I didn't think` - Gibson, it is not` - And, and I'm sorry. I'm gonna try to not be such an entitled jerk. - Hey. - Addie. - It was nice of the cops putting you up in a hotel. - Local cops still don't believe me, but Detective Martin made a few calls. - (sighs) If Campbell got my address from school records` - He can get mine, too. Yeah. Dakota, I found something, you may not wanna know. - No, tell me. It's OK. Just tell me. - Minda, I figured out why you couldn't find her. - She's dead, isn't she? - She killed herself, couple months ago. - What about Campbell's records? - Dakota, did you just hear me? - I did. Campbell's records? - Jesus, at least give yourself` - I can't! - I need to nail this guy before he has the chance` - No, you don't. And, anyway, what if, what if we're wrong? What if it's somebody else? - You're scared. - Yes, I'm scared. For you. Did you ever think that by focusing on this guy, by letting him live rent free in your head you might actually be making it worse? - So, this is my fault? - No. Obviously not. - But you're not a cop, you're the victim. It's not on you to figure` - I can't eat. I can't sleep. I hear footsteps when there's nobody there. The things I see when I close my eyes, do you wanna know why I'm not surprised about Minda? Because I get it. - I get wanting a way to make this all stop for good. - Dakota, please` - What I need is to keep moving, keep going forward so I don't slide down into the same place she was. I need to focus on Campbell, whether you help me or not. So you dated Dr. Campbell? - We hung out. But I had to call it after a month. - How did he react when you cut it off? - I don't know. He was mopey, but not for long. The man's easily distracted. I mean, I knew we weren't serious but, come on, texting back is like a bare minimal. - He wasn't possessive at all, or controlling? - I mean, he's a flirt, sure, but trying to build any kind of relationship with him it's like good luck. I don't know. Maybe it was me. But it just always seemed like his mind was on something else or someone else. Why? Are you` - No, just curious. - Well, if you're curious to know if it's something you should invest in, I suggest you look elsewhere. - All right. Thanks. (panting) - So, did she move out? - All her stuff's still here. - Did you tell anyone? Did you call Ella's parents? - We don't want to freak them out. And the rent's paid for the rest of the semester, so... - OK. Thanks. (panting) - It's not a problem, we'll get that taken care of right away. Sure. All right, you have a good day. Thanks now. Buh-bye. Hi. - Uh, I'm helping Addie Johnson over at the school paper. Do you have a list of all the research grants that have been awarded to the department? Oh. Great. Thank you. (heart beating) (suspenseful music) - Rose. Rose, Rose, Rose. Hey, Rose. How are ya? Couple things. Would it be too much trouble to ask you to email those PDFs again? The expense report PDFs? OK. And then the other thing is` Oh. One second. - (cellphone beeps) - Chloe. - Thank you. - So, now that we understand the relationship between the brain, uh, brain function, and psychology in relation to trauma, PTSD, I'd like to, uh, I'd like to discuss and investigate some of the different therapeutic modalities used to treat PTSD especially some of the latest ones. Uh, such as neuro feedback, EMDR, which, for those of you who don't know, stands for Eye Movement Desensitisation and Reprocessing. (phone beeps) - Thank you. (suspenseful music) - Hi. Thanks for coming. - Only because you chose a public place. - What are you having? - Water. (chuckles) You want something stronger? - Good with water. - Excuse me, can I get your house bourbon on the rocks, please? - So, you've been a little tense and inattentive in class lately. - I think it's been warranted. - I understand, you know? - I'm listening. - Thank you, sir. I understand why you wanted to be in my class. And I also understand why you wouldn't wanna talk about why you wanted to be in my class. - Is that why you give me special treatment? - No. No, you're bright and you're intriguing and you're very pretty. Those things enough? I'm sorry. I just flirted with you. I'm sorry. That's a defence mechanism of mine. - Why would you feel defensive? - Are you afraid, Dakota? I think some of that's my fault. - What do you mean? - When, uh, when Dr. Roy recommended you, she didn't tell me anything. - So now, I keep running back over my lectures` - Your lectures? - All I ever talk about is trauma. I go on and on about the worst things that could possibly happen to a person and the whole time, you, you just have to sit there. I mean, it's no wonder it was hard for you. - And you want me to believe that you had no idea the entire time, that Kurt never told you anything? - I have no idea what you're talking about. - Someone has been torturing me. Someone with knowledge of my past, and someone who's been in contact with Kurt Weber. - And you think that someone is me? Dakota, no. Yes, I do run a, a men's support group at the prison but it is solely for the purpose of research for my writing. Kurt Weber has never attended a single meeting. - So you're saying you haven't spoken to him once? - Not once. - And you just happen to specialise in what goes on in a predator's mind? I've read your journal articles, your book. You write like someone, you know, with experience. - Yes. You're right about that. That is not an accident. Uh,... he was a friend of my parents. I called him uncle. (inhales) It was a long time ago but it went on for years. - You're a victim? - Hm. - What about the lawsuit? - You know about that. They were trying to raise the statute of limitations on abuse. I agreed to be a test case. I thought maybe it would fix things. Of course, it didn't. So I started the support group. - How can you stand to be in the same room with them to, to talk to them? - Well, you know the stance. You know that most offenders were victims themselves. So I needed to know. I needed to know if he made me like him. I think my research was probably a way to get some distance. For me to intellectualise what I wasn't ready to feel. Unfortunately, Dakota, the world is not gonna make exceptions for you. You're gonna have to be strong. - Don't be like Ella. - Wait, what are you talking about? - She was in a very fragile place. And she told me about some unwanted attention she was getting from someone. So I told her to stand up to him. Set boundaries. Instead, she just disappeared. - She didn't say who it was? - No. She just copied me in on an email to the dean. It's disappointing. Listen, I have to go but, ah, if I've made you feel uncomfortable in any way, I'm sorry. And, listen, if you're in real danger, the police should` - Oh, they're well aware. But I think I can handle it. - I'll see you in class? (upbeat rock music) # Just got to stay # # Always thought you'd go away # # I just can't # - (cell phone chimes) - (cell phone buzzing) - Hey. - Max. - If you're thirsty. - How did you know I was gonna be here? - Addie told me. (suspenseful music) - You seem, like, really on edge, stressed. - Yeah. Yeah, I, uh` - Hey, maybe this will help you feel better. I said I owed you a drink. - You know, actually, I'm gonna run to the ladies' room really quickly. - I can hold on to this till you get back. Watch it. (line ringing) - Come on, Addie. (line ringing) - Hiya. Addie Johnson here. Sorry, couldn't make it to the phone. Doing something super amazing right now. If you got something better, let me know and I just might call you back. (phone beeps) - Addie, it's me. Um, it's not Campbell. I'm at O'Shea's and Max is here, I think he followed me here. And I don't think, I don't think Ella dropped out of school. I think that he has her. I think he took her and he's here, and, and I don't know how to get out. I can't find a way. I can't, I can't. I just need you to call me back as soon as you get this, OK? (door clicking) (suspenseful music) - You OK? (panting) Stay at my place. (engine revving) (dramatic orchestral music) - Addie, it's me. It's not Campbell. I'm at O'Shea's and Max is here. I think he followed me here, and I don't think Ella dropped out of school, I think that he has her. I think he took her, and he's here, and I don't know how to get out. I can't find a way. I can't, I can't. I just need you to call me back as soon as you get this, OK? (voices echoing) - Ella? Ella, are you, are you down here? Ella, it's, it's Dakota Haggerty. I know you're scared. I know he probably threatened you with false rescues. It's what Kurt Webber did too. Ella? Ella? Ella, Max isn't here yet, but I don't know how much. how much time we have. (Max applauding) - Not as long as you think. Maybe we have all the time in the world. (Dakota grunts) Here! Come here! Don't fight it. (Dakota groans) That's right. You think so? Is she gonna give up? Is she? - Dakota? Dakota? Hey, Trey, did you see my friend from the other night here, with a guy, kinda creepy? No, not until the police get here. (intense music) (tape whirring) (chains rattling) (gasping) - Relax. (grunting) OK? (panting) Remember this? I knew a girl like you would be wary of taking a drink, so I spiked the water pitcher behind the bar. - Max, you don't have to do this. - I know. But I want to. I've always wanted to. - What about your mom? She'll, she'll be home soon. - She's in Florida for the winter. She won't be interrupting us. - You think she'd be OK with this? She'd be proud of you? - Hm, nice try. You know, mommy issues are really not my thing. - (Dakota exhales) - What is your thing then, Max? Why don't you tell me? Come on. Please, Max. - You keep doing this thing where you're repeating my name and it's not working. It's like Psych 101. You're gonna have to try something else. - Only you can help me. Only you have the power to let me go. - Power is all about the taking. - Do you know who told me that? - (Dakota panting) Kurt Weber. - How did you find out about Kurt Weber? - I always enjoyed reading about the famous ones. And fantasising about how they would do it. How I would do it even better than they did. (sighs) - What happened with Ella? - Ella was no good. She resisted. - She fought you. - She didn't obey. It's like Kurt said. 'Sometimes they need to be trained.' - Max, what did you do? (sniffs) - You're so much better than her. You're perfect. I knew it from the moment I saw you. (Dakota panting) Kurt made you perfect. (Dakota breathing heavily) - Hi, Rose? Can you do me a huge favour? I'm supposed to drop something off to one of the grad assistants and I lost the address. Max Peterson. Uh-huh. Oh, you're the best, Rose. Thank you. Give me his phone number too, would you? (car beeping) Got it, thank you. (Dakota panting) - You used Campbell. - I wanted access and he had clearance. So once I got in, it was actually pretty easy to go back. He never even bothered to check. - And that's how you knew about the aeroplanes? And the video tapes? - I didn't wanna do that. Not at first. I wanted you here with me right from the very beginning. But Kurt taught me that the hunt was part of the thrill. So watching those big, beautiful eyes constantly looking over your shoulder with each little reminder. Do you like the planes? The video tapes? See, Kurt knew that nothing would get to you more than little mementos of him and he was right. (chuckles) The hit and run though, that was completely improvised. I wanted a front row seat for myself. You bet I did. - Kurt was jealous. Why would he ever help you? - 'Cause you were his first. You were special. You never forget your first. Even from prison, he wanted to make sure you were getting the attention you deserved and I was giving that to you, but you thought it was Campbell. Why would you think that? - He was attentive. Besides, he's attractive like you said. - He was a predatory professor and you were the victimised student. You fell for that stupid cliche right from the very beginning. - It's stupid you made me think. I never even saw you coming. - Stop. I know what you're doing. - You made me think it was Addie. - Shut up. - Do you want me to love you, Max? Do you want me to love you? - Shut up! Lay down! (Dakota sobbing) If you're a good little girl, I might even let you keep the bucket. - (phone ringing) - (Dakota panting) (line ringing) - Great. (panting) (muffled screaming) - Ella? Ella, are you in there? (chain rattling) (phone ringing) - Hello? - Addie. - What's up? Thank God you called. - OK, not what I was expecting. - Have you, uh, have you heard from Dakota? I was worried about her. I haven't heard from her. (clattering) (grunting) It's weird, OK, I ran into her at O'Shea's. OK, but she's like, she's acting really, really, like, really strange. (grunting) (clattering) (panting) - Ella, hang on. I'm gonna get this open, OK? (panting) - Think about this. I feel like she's isolating herself from everybody that cares about her. I mean, at first she thought it was Campbell, you know, stalking her, and then she thought it was you. And now she thinks it's me. - Yeah, it's pretty crazy. - All right, what if she's having a psychotic break? Think about it, she's been suffering years of abuse from that guy, just, like, you know, I'm worried about her. - We should call the police. Let them know anywhere she might go. Campus, my house, your house. - No, um, look, Addie, I just, uh, I think she's scared. - (grunting) - (panting) (muffled screaming) - Oh, my God. Are you OK? - Mm-hm. - Are you OK? - Dakota? Dakota, you` - No, he didn't. No, he didn't. No, he didn't, OK? We're gonna get out of here. Are you OK? OK, all right. Trust me. (breathing heavily) (grunting) - Are you all right? - Yeah. - OK, can you get your legs through? (Ella grunts) - Can you stand? - No, no, he said he'll kill me. - No, he's not gonna do that, OK? He's an amateur, OK? He's not gonna do that, he doesn't know what he's doing. We're gonna get out of here, we're gonna be safe, OK? I promise. I promise you. Come on. (Ella groans) (both panting) Pass this to me when I get up there, OK? Ready? One, two, three! (grunting) - All right, I'm gonna go out and look for her and I'll talk to you in a little bit, OK? - No, wait, uh, I mean, if she shows up at your house, you should be there, right? To make sure nothing happens to her. (both grunting) - All right. OK. Can you run? - I think so. Where? - Just the nearest person that you see, the nearest neighbour, whatever you can see. All right? (Ella grunting) You got it? - But go ahead, give me your address just in case I need to come find you. (clattering) Hello, Max? (Ella grunting) OK, just keep running, and don't look back, all right? (Dakota panting) (intense orchestral music) No! No! (Dakota groans) (Max grunts) (thudding) (grunting) (Dakota grunting) - Obey me. Do you understand me? - You're nothing but a copy cat. (both grunting) - You will obey me! (Dakota panting) (grunts) (Max groans) (Dakota panting) (Max whimpering) (Dakota breathing heavily) (siren wailing) - Thank God, Dakota. Oh, my God, I'm so sorry. - I didn't know. I wasn't even thinking. I should've been here. - No, no, no, it's OK. I'm, I'm OK. - You OK? - Mm-hm. Look at you, I mean, calling the cops and saving the day. - Well, it doesn't look like you needed much saving. Watch out. (siren wailing) - Some of you will, uh, go on to do some research. You'll become clinicians or therapists. But none of you, no matter what you choose should ever lose sight of the real human beings who are at the centre of each case study. It's important that we put a name and a face to the experience of trauma and its recovery. And, so without further ado. - Hello. My name is Dakota Haggerty. Some of you probably already know who I am. I'm a survivor of repeated, long-term trauma and, as a result, have complex PTSD. It's taken me a lot of work to get to where I am, where I can stand up here, and talk to you guys about this. And I still have a long way to go. But I have a strong support system. And I know how important it is to let others know that they are not alone. So` (dramatic orchestral music) It'll be worth it. (all applauding) (dramatic orchestral music) Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air. www.able.co.nz Able 2019