All language subtitles for Mental.S01E01_English

[ Man ]
Commentary, Suarez?

Uh, the patient suffers
from depression, anxiety
and disorganized thinking.

Artis?
Mr. Sawyer's
all over the map.

He also has a very good grasp
of medical/psychological
terminology,

straight out
of the D.S.M.-IV.
Leading you to conclude?

- Factitious disorder.
- Do you suspect malingering?

There's no indication
of symptoms manufactured
for material gain, no.

Correct, both of you--
this time.

Is there something else,
Dr. Belle?

Our new director of Psychiatric
Services arrives today.

But make no mistake.
As senior staff attending...

with the overall responsibility
for your supervision
and training,

ultimately whether you find
a place at this hospital or not
depends entirely upon me.

[ Beeps ]

[ Chattering ]

- Any sign
of the new head honcho?
- Nada.

I don't even know
what I'm looking for.

Country mouse adrift
in the big city.

He ran a clinic
in Vermont, Carl.
He wasn't plowing the back 40.

God, what was Nora thinking?

I say give him
the benefit
of the doubt.

Maybe Dr. Gallagher
has something to add.

Like zero experience
running a high-volume
psychiatric facility?

[ Chuckles ]
Oh, you're
taking this well.

After I was screwed
out of the job, I suppose
it could have gone to you.

Should have.
[ Laughs ]
Not while I have a pulse.

I refuse
to get hysterical about it.

- [ Chattering Continues ]
- [ Man On P.A., Indistinct ]

- [ Indistinct Voices, Echoing ]
- [ Electrical Crackling ]

[ Man ]
Last name, Martin.
First name, Vincent.

We matched him up
to a missing persons
report.

He was stark naked, no I.D.,
screaming his freaking head off,

standing in the middle
of the highway.

Okay, pal,
behave yourself, huh?

Docs here are gonna
fix you up just fine.

- [ Shouting ]
- [ Woman Screams ]

- I see you!
- We have a code white.

- [ Shouts ] Get it off!
- [ Carl ] Security code three,
first floor.

- [ Man ]
Easy.
- I know who you are!

- [ Chair Piece Clatters ]
- I can't be the only one!

Look. Flesh.
Human flesh.

[ Snarls ]

No. No!

- [ Woman Screams ]
- Hold it right there.

You'll never make me
like you!

Keep away! Keep away!

- You can't have me!
- [ Woman ]
Look at this guy.

- Hey.
- Get back!

[ British Accent ]
I'm real too.

Flesh. Human flesh.

You're not alone.

Get down on the floor
and put your hands
behind your head.

What about them?

We'll fight them together.
I've got your back.

Except we're
outnumbered.

Might be better
to choose our battles.

Not give up.
Not give up. Not give up.
Bide our time.

Live. Live to fight
another day.

Huh?
[ Laughs ]

Trust me. Trust me.

[ Table Hits Floor ]

[ Typing ]

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

Scratch the Haldol, Doctor.
Let's take the patient
to seclusion and clean him up.

- Excuse me?
- Who the hell are you?

Dr. Jack Gallagher.

I guess
I'm the new head honcho.

[ Chattering ]
It's okay.

[ Dings ]

[ Woman ]
Staff meeting tomorrow morning.

I'll introduce you to everyone.
And after that, it's all yours.

So there I was,
first day in the big city,

and suddenly it occurs to me,
"Take all your clothes off,

give the hardworking folks
in Admitting
a cheap thrill."

You have to admit
it did the trick.

You acted to gain
a patient's trust. Fine.

But what about the respect
and trust of your staff?

You think getting butt naked
on your first day of work
helps you to achieve that?

Couldn't say.
I never tried it before.

Besides, it'll be
forgotten by tomorrow.
Really?

Posted on the hospital Intranet.

Want the advice of a Harvard
Business School graduate?

Seek royalties.
It's been downloaded more
than Paris Hilton's sex tape.

[ Sighs ]

You look great, Nora.

Move in, Doctor.
But don't get too comfortable.

Another stunt like that,
and you'll be out...

[ Laughing ]
on your very public ass.

Did you hear what happened?
I can't believe
we missed it.

Looks like
we're about to become
a clothing-optional facility.

You have a problem
with that?

The mind says "no,"
but the body says "follow."

[ Beeps ]

[ Chuckles ]

Doctor.
Jack.

Veronica.

So, you worked
under my predecessor,
Dr. Friedman?

Yes. For 10 years,
since my internship.

He was my mentor.
Can't believe he's gone.

Or that they brought in
an outsider from nowhere
to take his place?

- So you're from the U.K.
- Originally.
What tipped you off?

And you were in Somalia
with Doctors Without Borders.

- That must have
been intense.
- Yeah.

Huh.

[ Elevator Bell Dings ]
Nice talking to you.

[ Exhales ]
[ Elevator Bell Dings ]

[ Chattering ]

Vincent Martin.

I'm Dr. Gallagher.
We, uh--

We met earlier.
Do you remember?

I don't.
They gave me something.

Eh, that's just
enough joy juice
to take the edge off.

Here's the deal. I'm gonna cut
you loose, and you're gonna
promise not to get too excited.

It's okay, Rey.
Anyone gets hurt,
I'm in a world of trouble...

and you buy
a one-way ticket
to Thorazine-ville.

[ Groans ]
When can I go home?

Answer a question first.
Why did you stop taking
your meds?

Your blood work came back.
Your system's clean.

You've been off
maybe two or three weeks.

I don't know.
Maybe I just forgot.

It happens.

The thing is,
according to your records,

it hasn't happened
to you in 12 years.

What do you see
out there?

It's not real.

It's in my head.
I know. I know that.

Well, that puts you
way ahead of the game.

[ Sighs ]
I thought I could do both,
but I can't. I was wrong.

Thought you
could do both what?
Don't worry about it.

Just put me back on my meds
so I get back to my life.

Slow down there.
You just got here.
Let's take some time.

- I don't have time!
- No.

Okay? I got to get home.
Getting you home is
what this is all about.

Grayson, hi.
I'm Dr. Hayden-Jones.

I understand you'd like to
attend my resident day clinic
once you've been released.

It's a condition
of my suspended sentence.

I understand that
you're a cat lover.

Cats are very intuitive.

A cat person is
about the nicest thing
you could call me.

I agree. I just wish
I could have one now,
but my husband's allergic.

And I like
the longhairs the best.

Hmm. I have all kinds--
tabbies, Siamese.

So I heard.
You had 20
in your apartment?

Mostly strays.
They follow me home sometimes,
or people give them to me.

I also heard from the police
that you had a bunch of them
in your freezer.

Mm-hmm. When they died,
I-I-I couldn't bury them
in the ground.

So heartless.

And I couldn't
burn them, you know?
Their beautiful fur.

When we lose
someone we love,
it-it just plain hurts.

But eventually,
we-we learn to let go.

I don't know
how to do that.

Well, that's what
we can work on here.

[ Typing ]

[ Woman On P.A. ]
In-house pharmacy,
report to satellite pharmacy.

Dr. Gallagher.
I'm Elodie Martin,
Vincent's sister.

Oh, I'm glad you're here.
Uh, you can see Vincent,
of course.

But first, I've got
about a million questions.
I know he lives with you.

Did you know he's discontinued--
I want Vincent released
to me immediately.

I'm having him transferred.

No. You're
having him committed.

To Twelve Oaks
Psychiatric Facility.

Miss Martin,
Vincent shouldn't
be institutionalized.

He's self-aware,
self-sufficient for many years.
This is a mistake.

I'm not asking, Doctor.
I have power of attorney.
Sign here.

By law, I have 72 hours
to observe him.

He's only
been here eight.

Then I'll be back in 64.

[ Dings ]

[ Exhales ]

Oh, Dr. Gallagher.
I was wondering.

Have you had a chance
to go through
the department budget?

Gave it a shot last night.
Man, talk about a cure
for insomnia.

Huh. You do understand,
of course, that it is a part
of the director's job...

to approve the budget?
I'll get around to it.

Oh, you're gonna have
to do better than that.

For one thing, the funding
is about to expire
on my resident day clinic.

This program,
which I founded three--
Sure. Resident day clinic.

R.D.C. I'll drop by later
and check it out.

[ Chattering ]

[ Nora Laughs ]

- [ Door Closes ]
- [ Laughing ]
Uh, okay.

Our new director
of Psychiatric Services
comes to us...

from the Pinewood Veterans
Posttraumatic Stress Clinic
in Killington, Vermont.

Dr. Gallagher
is board-certified
in psychiatric medicine.

Please join me
in welcoming Jack Gallagher.

First staff meeting.

Got coffee, juice,
jelly doughnuts.

The, uh-- The problem
is we're in here,
and they're out there.

- Who's out there?
- Patients.

You see, gang, I'm thinking
this whole secret society thing
isn't the best way to go.

So, starting today,
I've invited a few
of the patients to sit in.

You want us to discuss
diagnoses and treatment
in front of the patients?

Bang on.
There's a tendency,
and I'm as guilty as anyone,

to wall ourselves off
from the people
we're here to help.

But it's really more
their hospital than ours.
We work for them.

They have the right
to be involved
in their own recovery.

We're M.D.'s,
not social workers.

M.D., as in "medical doctor,"
not "medical deity."
It's their heads.

- These people are in our care.
They're our responsibility.
- There are liability issues.

Find the joker.

It's not there.

Unlocking the mysteries
of the human brain
is no easy gig.

So why not use
every possible resource?
Experiment. Break the mold.

Use every trick in the book.
Anything that gives us
an edge.

And if you're uncomfortable
with that, I'll respect
your prerogatives...

as medical professionals.

And I hear
they're hiring at County.

- [ Door Opens ]
- Gypsy, come on in.

Have a little seat
right there.

[ Clears Throat ]

[ Whispering ]
What's the task?

Well, we are creating
personal agendas.

Uh, goal setting,
time allocation.
Just determining priorities.

[ Whispering ]
Is there ever any, uh,
unstructured activity?

[ Whispering ]
No.
Oh.

You disapprove?
Hey, I'm just here
to observe.

Then observe.

Very good, Steven.

Hello.

[ Moans ]

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

[ Beeps ]

[ Veronica ]
Hi.

Oh, really? Okay.

I'll be right back.
[ Beeps ]

** [ Latin, Muffled ]

** [ Continues ]

Could I see you
a minute, Doctor?

[ Moaning ]

Ooh.

What the hell
do you think
you're doing?

I heard the music.
It sounded cool.
I just figured--

You figured you could waltz
in here and, on a whim, tamper
with my course of treatment.

It's a break from routine.
Three months ago,
most of those people...

could barely get out of bed
and shower by themselves.

With the help of my routine,
they're beginning to lead
productive lives.

All right.
You've created a safe, quiet,
controlled environment.

But reality is loud,
messy and full of surprises.

The question is,
does it translate?

Just let me ask you
a question.

Do you honestly think
you're qualified
for this job?

Probably not.
Then why are you here?

[ Cell Phone Rings ]
New challenge.
New surroundings.

Do you really care?
No.

I care about whether or not
you're planning on reading
the damn budget and funding me.

Could we finish this later?

What's going on, Vince?

[ Scoffs ]
It's useless.

What is?

This is trashed.
I'll call Maintenance.

- [ Blows ]
- Okay, Vincent,
you're an artist.

Not anymore.

You can't do both.

Okay, take them all.
They're right there.

They're going off.
Take a left.
Take a left.

- [ Jack ] Hey.
- Hi.

- Is your mum around?
- Um, are you
a friend of hers?

- I'm a friend
of your Uncle Vincent's.
- Is he okay?

My mommy said
he was sick.

- When's he coming home?
- Well, I'm not too sure yet.

One second. Um, I made
something for him. I'll
be right back. One second.

What do you want?

Some information
about Vincent.

You have his medical records.
I need to know what he's been
up to for the last few years.

What's changed?
Joshua, honey, can you go
and watch TV for a while?

Night before last,

my kids and I were awakened
in the middle of the night
by Vincent ranting to himself.

When I tried to talk to him,
he pushed me down on the lawn
and ran off.

And you had no idea
that he's gone off
his meds?

If I had, I would've
done something about it.

The police
found him standing
in the middle of traffic.

He could have been killed,
or someone else.

I won't let that happen.
I am responsible
for Vincent, not you.

Kids seem
pretty attached to him.

When I was 15,

Vincent chased me and
my seven-year-old brother, Leo,

around the house
with a screwdriver.

Joshua and Emily
have never seen him
when he's like that.

I intend
to keep it that way.

I know how schizophrenia
can rip a family apart.

Does Leo have much
to do with Vincent?

Vincent can't
live here anymore.

I don't suppose
I could see his room.

Visiting hours
are over, Doctor.

[ Footsteps Approaching ]

Um, will you give this
to Vincent?

Of course.

Thanks.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

[ Beeps ]
Nora, hi.

Well, how the hell
did he just walk off the ward?

All right, never mind.
Uh-- No, no, no, no, no.

T-Tell the police
not to confront him.
That's important.

Tell them to wait
until I get there.

Yeah.
[ Beeps ]

[ Dings ]

All right.
Come on in, Doc.

There he is.
Thank you.

Hey.

[ Scoffs ]
Go away.

I got to work.

If I lose this job,
I'll never get to go home.

- Vincent, this is
what you do all day?
- Uh-huh.

For 10 years.

They like me here.
I'm a hard worker.

Every day
I show up on time.
They can count on me.

That's all good.
I'm independent.

I get
my own paycheck every week,
and I take it to the bank.

I'm not a problem.
I take care of myself.

[ Box Clatters ]

Is my boss
gonna fire me?

He doesn't want to.
You're a valuable employee.

How much trouble
am I in?

I can cover for all that
if we go back
to the hospital now.

No, no, no. I need
to stay here and show them
that they can still trust me.

- You need to get well.
- Everything will be okay...

if you put me back
on my medication.

I was stupid to think
it would be different.
What would be different?

Oh, I really
messed up this time.

Hey.

This is for you.
It's from Emily.

She sends her love.

She wants you
to get well too.

[ Laughs ]

Okay.

Okay.

[ Knocking ]
Hey.
Hey, guys. Come on in.

I have an assignment
for you.
Sure.

I need you to find
Vincent's younger brother, Leo,
and talk to him.

He works for
a nonprofit organization
called, um, Earth Now.

It's on the Westside.
I'll make some calls.

No, no, no, no.
I need you to go there
and talk to him face-to-face.

- You want us
to leave the ward?
- Yeah. Problem?

We don't do that.
We're residents.

We treat the person,
not just the disease.

Vincent has friends,
family, relationships
that are outside this hospital.

It's all the stuff
you can't pull off
the chart.

- Anything in particular
you wanna know?
- Yeah.

For starters, I wanna know
why he went off his meds.

- Got it.
- Good. Okay, thanks, guys.

You always as pissed off
as you look?

Well, I'm a doctor,
not a freakin' detective.

Yes. My sister.

Man, talk about having
a stick up your ass.

I take it you guys
weren't close.

No way. I've barely
talked to her or Vincent
since our folks died.

That was about
a year ago, right?
Uh, yeah. Car accident.

But we were a pretty
dysfunctional family anyways,

especially after
Vincent went bonkers.

Hey, planet now, guys.
Thank you.

My parents couldn't
deal with it at all.
They just kind of checked out.

- [ Chloe ]
Who looked after you?
- Well, pretty much Elodie.

So maybe
that's why she's got
that stick up her ass.

Taking care of a younger
brother, worrying about an
older one with a mental illness.

I know. Leo the jerk.
What else is new?

Hey, do you guys know
how many harbor seals die
every year,

off the California coast,
of pollution?

I'm guessing more than five.
Can we put a pin in the saving
the planet for a minute?

Why do you think
Vincent went off his meds?

My mom and dad left the house
we all grew up in
to Elodie.

I guess they figured
Vincent was too out of it.

And I was just a druggie,
which I was. Not anymore.

Oh. Anyways, Elodie
had just gotten a divorce,

and Vincent was living
with her and the kids,

so they all moved back
into the parents' house
together.

Vincent must have found
his old drawings.

It's just a guess.

Hey, are you seeing anybody?

[ Jack ]
So if he'd never seen
the old drawings--

He would have never
remembered his old life.
Other than the carving,

has Vincent tried
to draw anything
since he's been here?

No. It's an interesting
thought though.

Nice work, you guys.
You really should
get out more.

Yeah, I'd like
a cab, please.

Miss Martin?

Anyone home?

[ Grunts ]

Sir, put your hands
where I can see 'em.

[ Laughs ]
Busted.

[ Sirens Blaring ]

[ Nora ]
What's next?

Scaling the Hollywood sign?
Uh, celebrity stalking?
I made a house call.

Without the owner's consent.
It's called breaking
and entering.

You're a hospital
department head.
You don't make house calls.

I played a hunch.
It paid off.

Nice ride. Very L.A.
I just hung up
with Elodie Martin.

She's prepared to drop
all criminal charges
against you...

and forgo any civil suit
against the hospital...

if you agree
to release Vincent
to Twelve Oaks now.

I still have 24 hours.
What could possibly
change in 24 hours...

except for that you lose
your license and the
hospital goes bankrupt?

Thanks for bailing me out.
This is serious, Jack.

I have to convene
a medical review panel.

Bring it on.

[ Sighs ]
This panel is here
to discuss treatment options...

in the case
of patient Vincent Martin.

We're on the record.

Here's the plan.
Bag the Haldol.
Let's detox him completely.

No medication? Nothing?

I'll stabilize him
temporarily without drugs.

- To what end?
- Twelve years ago,

a doctor mixed Vince
a medication cocktail,
and he improved.

Since then,
he's changed.

Hell, how we treat
the disease has changed.

Let's get rid of the old
chemistry and figure out
how sick he really is.

- Stabilize how?
- Megavitamins,
neurofeedback, acupuncture,

homeopathic remedies,
juggling tomatoes,
whatever works.

You can't
treat schizophrenia
with aromatherapy.

The pharmacology's
been successful
for a dozen years?

Why deviate?

You call it a success.

I say the patient's
been crippled.

- You mean creatively.
- He's a gifted artist.

But for the last 12 years,
he's been stuck
in a plumbing warehouse,

moving boxes
from one pile
to another.

And that's about
to get worse.

He's about to be filed away
in an institution for life.

The preferred methodology
would be to restore Mr. Martin's
drug intake to prior levels...

then reduce it
incrementally to establish
a new threshold.

He's already gone through
most of the withdrawal.

We don't have the time
to go back to square one.

Thought you said
stabilize him temporarily
without drugs.

He's gonna need drugs--
of course he is--
and counseling.

But the point is we have
an opportunity right now
to build him a new regimen.

You-You don't have time
for that either.
I talked to the attorneys.

Even if this panel
grants you the 20
or so remaining hours,

after that,
the sister gets him,
and we risk getting sued.

I want every single hour.

It's worth the risk.

[ Dings ]

What happened?
They found another freezer
in Mr. Emerson's garage.

More felines.
No. His wife.

Really?
Mm-hmm.

I wouldn't have taken him
for a sociopath.
Oh, no.

She died of natural causes.
He doesn't kill. He stores.

Cold comfort
to the wife.

Excuse me.
Could you give us
a minute?

Mm-hmm.
Thank you.

Grayson,
are you all right?

Don't be disappointed
with me.
No, I'm not.

April was my whole life.

I wanted to stay
close to her until--
Until what?

The technology
became available,
you know, to bring her back.

I just...
couldn't let go.

[ Officer ]
We got to go, ma'am.

I enjoy talking to you.
I hope we can continue
our conversation.

We will, because
you'll come back.

Okay.
Take care, Grayson.

Go away.

Cut me
some slack, Vincent.
I could use the company.

Huh?

What time is it?

It's late.

I-I can't.
[ Grunts ]

That's all right.

We've got all night.

[ Laughs ]

[ Knocking ]
You got a minute?

Anything you need.

Oh, Jack wanted you
to be present today at his
meeting with Elodie Martin.

No.
I'm in no hurry.

You can take
as long as you need
to find a replacement.

Ronnie, why?

You know why.
You made your choice.

This is too quick.
Give yourself
time to adapt.

Why should I adapt?

I've worked here
my entire career.

This is my home,
and now I have to adapt?
The hell I will.

You meet some guy
on a ski vacation.
Next thing I know--

First of all,
it was a conference.
Second of all, I saw his clinic.

Can you help me out, Nora?
Can you make me understand?

Jack Gallagher hadn't
been here five minutes
when he stripped down naked.

- Oh, I was there.
- Would you have,
under any circumstances?

I would have found
another way.

- Been more professional.
- Yes.

In that moment,
Jack didn't care about
anything but the patient--

not propriety,
not professionalism,
not ridicule.

That's why I hired him.

Sleep on this, please.

If you come back tomorrow,
I won't try to talk you
out of it.

You never would have
hired Gallagher two years ago.

Go on. Say it.

Before I had cancer?
No. Probably not.

That would
have been crazy.

[ Paper Rustles ]

[ Door Opens ]

[ Beeps ]

Time's up.

Five minutes.
That's all I ask.

Then you can lock the door
and throw away the key.

I love my brother.

I also know
what he's capable of. I've
lived with him my whole life.

But now I'm a single mother
with two young children.

I won't put my kids
through that.

- Sign it.
- Look at these.

I've seen them.
I have hundreds
of Vincent's old illustrations.

He was a prodigy
before he got sick.

- He won awards.
He hasn't worked since.
- He drew these last night.

You want him out of here,
he's yours.

After that,
it's a quick trip
to the funny farm.

What are you proposing?

Vincent's now drug free.

From here we comprise
a new cocktail,
get him stable.

This is
Dr. Hayden-Jones.

She runs a day clinic here,
and it's shown
remarkable success...

in bridging the gap
between full-time
and part-time care.

I would be more than happy
to tell you all about it
if you're interested.

What does Vincent want?

Vincent wants
to go home,

be with his family.

And if that means going
back on his meds and
giving up on his amazing gift...

and hauling boxes
around a frickin' warehouse,
well, then so be it.

He's-He's willing
to sacrifice everything...

because he loves you
and your children so much.

I'm not offering guarantees.

The last thing anyone
wants to do is put you
or your children in danger.

This is a chance, no more.

Thank you.

Uh, Dr. Gallagher,
join me.

[ Chair Scrapes Floor ]

Thanks.

How are you
settling in?
[ Chuckles ]

I'm sure opinions
would vary.
[ Chuckles ]

You've made quite an impact.
A sea change
from our last director.

He tended to operate
below the radar.

Oh, probably very wise.
Dr. Friedman and I
had an agreement.

Hopefully,
you and I can achieve
a similar understanding.

Why, anything's possible.
As you may or may not know--
[ Clears Throat ]

- I specialize in the fields
of addiction and pharmacology.
- Growth areas.

And I've been fortunate enough
to bring major pharmaceutical
companies here to Wharton...

- to conduct
their research trials.
- That's impressive.

It is, and quite profitable
for the hospital.

So about
this understanding--

In the past, I've enjoyed
a certain degree of autonomy.
Ah.

In exchange, perhaps
I can help you out too.

I appreciate
the thought, thank you.

[ Pats Shoulder ]
I think you and I can become
great allies, Dr. Gallagher.

Looking forward to it.
[ Chuckles ]

You continue to have
a great day, all right?
[ Clears Throat ]

[ Knocking ]
Enter.

I just wanted to thank you
for supporting the clinic.

It's a good program.
Come in.

Come in. Sit down.

[ Clears Throat ]

Ay, ay, ay.

[ Laughs, Sighs ]

Yeah. Another
roller-coaster day
in the fun house.

And with you driving,
I have a sinking feeling
we're in for more of the same.

Yeah.

You're married.

Yes. To a jazz musician.

Eight years this June.
[ Laughs ]

You're not.

Close, no cigar.

[ Chuckles ]
So, who was she?

Someone I met
in med school.
Mm-hmm.

She was an oncologist.
Nearly went that route myself.

So how did you
wind up a shrink?

I guess I've always
had brains on the brain.
Short story?

Dad was in the military.

Mum worked as a nurse
at the V.A. hospital.

Sometimes I used to go
by there after school.

[ Man Grunts ]
Hey, kid.

Come here.
[ Grunts ]

Do me a favor, will ya?
Scratch my foot.
I can't reach.

No, no, no.
The other one.

[ Exhales ]

Come on. It's killing me.

[ Exhales ]

Thanks a million, kid.

So here's this guy,
and his head's telling him
there should be a foot there.

Even when his eyes
can't see it.

And I'm thinking,
"Interesting." Still is.

And I'm thinking
I haven't got a clue
who you are...

or if that story
is even remotely true.

Hang in there.

- It'll be fun.
- Oh, I'm not going anywhere.

How are you feeling?

I'm feeling.
[ Laughs ]

Everything seems
really different.

The medication
didn't just take away
your ability to paint.

It's took away the--
the passions, the pains,
the highs, the lows,

everything that
made you human.

I'm afraid I'm gonna
lose control again.

Oh, it's possible.
But it's got to be worth
a chance though, right?

Look, if it comes down
to a choice between
my drawing and my family--

Hey, no choice.
Of course.

But be patient.
You've only just started.

Right over there.

Uncle Vincent!

Yeah.
Finally. I missed you.

I missed you too.

- [ Joshua ] Looking good.
- [ Emily ]
How's it been going?

It's been kind
of rough, actually.

[ Emily ]
Well, you're back.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Hey, guys.
It's good to see you guys.
- [ Emily ] Yeah.

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

[ Beeps ]

Beck?
[ Woman Breathing ]

I'm glad you've called.
I was thinking about you.

Becky, please say something.
Let me know you're there.

I'm in L.A. too.
Can you believe it?

Listen, Becky,
you don't have to,

but maybe you could
give Mum and Dad a call.

They're, uh--

They'd love to talk to you.
You don't have to say anything.

You know,
just if you feel like it,
you can give them a ring.

I'm at Wharton Memorial.
It's on Third Street.

You can always get me there.

[ Woman Sighs ]

Listen, Becky.

You know,
if you need anything--

um, money or, uh--
[ Line Clicks ]

[ Beeps ]
[ Exhales ]

[ Cell Phone Clatters ]

[ Beer Bottle Opens ]

[ Answering Machine ]
Hey, hey, it's Jack.
Leave a message.

[ Woman ]
Dr. Gallagher,
this is Wharton Memorial.

L.A.F.D. is in transit
with a potential suicide risk
for intake.

Female, aged 15,
suspected drug and alcohol
related intoxication.

Please call in A.S.A.P.
Thank you.

[ Child ]
Show's on!