Maxwell Frei claims to be a photographer to qualify for cheap office space in an art collective known as The Warehouse. In fact he's a counsellor, and though his degree is not in psychology he has studied the subject and knows the score. Anti-depressants don't work and he has the evidence to prove it. As for the many therapies out there, they aren't worth a row of beans. His attitude is simple: he doesn't listen to the experts, he listens to his clients. And everything goes well till one of them steps in front of a moving car and the police come knocking on his door. Now the focus of a criminal investigation, Max is scrambling to keep his secret hidden from the collective while crafting explanations that will keep his girlfriend happy. Soon, however, the questions start to pile up. It's time to talk, but the more he says the worse it gets.