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'September 7.
'So ended one week of hell. And so began our self-made cure.
'It worked for alcoholics, it would work double-good for us.
'The crowning touch - LSD.'
- This stuff... is pure, isn't it? - Hmm.
It's not cut with speed or anything?
Of course not. I know where it comes from.
- Prost. - Prost!
- Mmm. - Mmm.
OK. We've got about 45 minutes.
So, why don't we get dressed and call a taxi?
- A taxi? - Yeah.
OK.
- Good idea? - Very good idea.
(Stefan) Gracias.
(Estelle) Muy bien. Gracias.
- Oh! - It's OK.
(Both) Wow!
(Both) Ohhmmm.
(Estelle) Ohhmmm.
(Stefan) Ohhmm.
'Revelation of the ultimate reality of things,
'of their infinite textures.
'The world is like new.
'I am ravaged by a thirst for the absolute and purity.
'I can clearly face up to the abominable alienation I had been led into.
'A calm interior force tells me, "I won't fix again."
'This brutal face-to-face with our own selves was not painless,
'especially for Estelle.
'Although, unlike me, it wasn't her first trip.'
You're evil.
Devil! Devil!
Do you still feel it?
A little.
I'm getting tired.
Why were you so afraid of me before?
It wasn't you.
It was me.
I guess I don't like myself much.
You should. You're... You're beautiful.
From now on, freedom.