Lisa: [referring to the scar on her chest] It happened in the parking lot… the scar… two years ago. In the middle of the day… he held a knife to my throat the whole time. Ever since I’ve been trying to convince myself of one thing over and over…
Jackson: That it was beyond your control?
Lisa: No… that it would never happen again.
[she stabs him in the neck with a pen]
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