Michael's handcuffs are removed, then his leg irons, then the headbag. The shot is too tight at first to see where he is, and he takes his time opening his eyes so he can see, knowing full well that we're not going to get a look at his surroundings until he does. But finally he looks around, and the camera pulls back, and we finally see the "hole" he's in. It's actually a well-appointed sitting room with classic furniture and high bookshelves, and nobody else we can see. In fact, the only thing remotely threatening in here is the yellow wallpaper, and that's only if Michael reads Willa Cather. See you in the summer!
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