Legion

You're okay.

Make room. Baby's coming out. All right?

Here we go. Here she is.

That's it.

- Come on. - Push. Yes.

You got it. Here she comes.

Congratulations on having a girl.

Hold her close to your skin.

"Afterward, some are strong

at the broken places.

The word "survivor" used to mean

"one who has survived,"

but now modern psychiatry would have us believe

that survival is a curse,

like Sisyphus with his rock.

And so every day we wake

to survive again."

What happened?

- Syd. - No!

Sydney.

- Sydney. - Leave me alone!

So, this is your core desire?

What?

This place, the museum.

Do I know you?

Syd, it's me.

Me who?

You know what? Just forget it. Get lost.

I'll scream, creep.

- I'm just sitting. - You got your warning.

Loud and clear.

You like this painting?

You don't?

Well, it's...

It's what?

No. Forget it. Um...

Well, I mean, it's the...

He's trapped in all that negative space.

No feet. No hands.

Mouth covered.

No way to... communicate or connect.

It's, um...

Honest.

That's not the word I was thinking,

but yeah, I guess it's that, too.

Before, what did you mean?

Before when?

You said my "core desire."

The thing you want most in the world.

I see you here a lot, you know.

Sitting, looking.

So I figure this must be your place.

Somewhere you can be a part of the world

without needing to touch it.

You don't know anything.

You think ghosts like living in a haunted house?

Watch it again.

That's it, that's it.

Baby's coming out.

Shh.

It's...

You shouldn't touch her. She doesn't like to be touched.

Poor lost elf.

Keeps to herself.

Lives with her mom

'cause her dad's in hell.

Poor lost elf.

Keeps to herself.

Lives with her mom

'cause her dad's in hell.

Poor lost elf.

Keeps to herself.

Lives with her mom

'cause her dad's in hell.

Poor lost elf.

Keeps to herself.

Lives with her mom 'cause her dad's in hell.

"All of us strode up and down Eighth Street

like it was an actual artery in some larger life-form,

in some larger organism.

None of us seemed to know the nature of the coincidences

that bound us together,

as I know now."

Oops.

Come on. Just a kiss.

No.

I've seen the way you look at me.

Stop.

Go, go!

Frigid bitch.

Win, win!

She's such a loser.

You want a kiss?

Go, go!

What did you...

What are you doing? Oh, my God!

Go, go!

Fight, fight!

Win, win!

Go, fight, win!

Move, move!

What happened here?

It was him.

He just started hitting them for no reason.

- You? - Wait, wh-what'd I do?

- Come on. - I-I...

All I wanted was a kiss!

Fight, fight!

Win, win!

Go, fight, win!

Go, go!

Fight, fight!

I was wrong. It's the couple.

Are you... Who are you?

David. And you're Syd.

Sydney Barrett.

Born to Joan Barrett.

Can't be touched without changing places.

Favorite stuffed toy is a walrus named Whiskers.

Don't be afraid. I'm a friend.

You're in the maze,

caught in a loop of your own life.

Trapped. Everybody is. Was.

Except their mazes were simpler.

Ptonomy wanted to forget.

Melanie wanted to be untouchable.

I just had to figure out what they wanted

and then I could talk to them and set them free.

But you...

It took me a while,

but I figured it out.

Like I said, it's the couple.

The way they are together.

How close.

You saw them when you were a girl,

and now you come back here every week,

looking for what they had.

Wrong.

Watch it again.

Get a room.

Push now. Another push.

All right? Here we go.

That's it, that's it.

Baby's coming out.