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EMPATHY

Come on.

-Hi. -Good morning.

Suzanne, right? -Yes.

Okay, I wasn't sure.

I... made eggs.

That's nice of you.

I don't have time this morning, sorry.

No stress.

Nice place you got.

Just moved in?

Yeah.

Two years ago.

-Last night was fun. -Yeah.

A lot of fun.

The thing is,

I have to go over a file before work.

Of course. I'll let you get ready.

Thanks.

Want to exchange numbers?

No. Sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm not in a good place right now. I wouldn't do you any good.

Actually, I think you would.

When someone tells you who they are,

you should believe them, Steve.

You remembered my name. That's something.

Steve and Suzanne.

Hard to forget.

Suzanne?

It's fine, keep going.

You're crying.

No, no.

But you are.

Yeah, okay.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

It's just the first time...

But...

We did it last night.

-We did? -Yeah.

Oh my God, I'm sorry.

I was so nervous, I drank too much.

It was all a blur.

Yeah, same for me. Except...

I remember that part.

Did it seem like I liked it?

Yeah. You seemed... I mean...

You had an orgasm.

-Really? -Mm-hmm.

Really!

I didn't take advantage, I promise.

-We were both drunk. -Of course, that's not...

-I was very consenting. -Okay.

-Everything's okay. -Okay.

I think... I'd like for you to leave.

Right, of course.

There we go.

-Thank you. -You bet.

Come on.

Like this.

Then like that.

Maya?

Sorry for honking.

Could I borrow your booster cables?

That depends.

Could you quit leaving your butts

on the sidewalk in front of my place?

Like I said before, that's not me.

But you do smoke.

Sometimes, but I don't throw my butts out front.

Kind of a funny coincidence.

Well, it's not me, so it's not that funny.

You're the only smoker in the building.

If I were you, I'd ask your boyfriend,

who smokes behind your back,

but maybe that's just me.

Great.

-Yes? -Hi.

I'm expected in D-Wing.

Oh yeah? And you are?

Dr. Bien-Aimé. Suzanne. I'm the new psychiatrist.

My apologies!

It didn't compute. I'll let you in.

-Sorry. -No harm done.

It's my fault.

I lost my pass...

Weren't you here at my orientation?

No, I used to be in A-Wing.

It's my first day too.

-Good luck to us both. -Yup.

I really need to use the washroom.

I'll give you a visitor's pass for now.

They'll make you a new one downstairs. My machines are on the fritz.

-Thanks. -Internet's down.

-I really need to... -D-Wing.

Nope, it's not back.

My screen's all black!

Earlier it said "System Error," but now, nothing.

It's not back.

Argue all you want, but it's not back!

-Long morning? -You're telling me.

I need to use the washroom.

You don't look like a psychiatrist.

You're so young!

No.

You just starting out?

-Diane? -Yes?

I need a washroom now.

Is there a staff washroom on this floor?

Oh, of course.

Go back out, it's on the right.

Sorry, it's on the right, ma'am.

-It's staff only. -On the right.

Yup. But hurry!

You'll miss your first team meeting.

Right.

Happy first day, cutie!

You too, cutie.

-It's fine, I'm okay. -Oh good.

Just really gotta...

Fuck.

Oh, no!

You're kidding me.

Fuck.

We can't get her out, she's too agitated.

Out of where?

The parking garage. She's still in the van.

She's having an episode. You can hear her from the next floor.

I'd go, but I'm the only one on the floor.

What about me?

We can't push back Mr Berne's discharge.

-Where's the psychiatrist? -She should be here.

I know who it is.

She's coming off two years of sick leave.

Fun, eh?

Émilien. Quit gossiping.

So is she coming or not?

I'm here.

Hello. Apologies.

Are you alright?

Right. Yes. I had a nosebleed.

I tried to... But I'm fine.

Do you need anything?

If someone had a shirt to lend me, I wouldn't say no.

We can go to the patient thrift shop.

I'll be accompanying you on your rounds.

I'm Mortimer.

Thanks for offering. But I'm fine on my own.

It may seem odd at first, but no.

You can't go around alone here

Understood.

So, I'm Dr. Bien-Aimé.

Sorry again for being late. Can we go by first names?

Claude. Nurse.

Nice to meet you.

Sociotherapy.

That's your name?

Well, no.

I'm Hélène, not "Sociotherapy."

It's a pleasure, Hélène.

-Émilien. Criminology. -Hi.

Dr. Bien-Aimé, we have a potential patient downstairs

and she's in quite a crisis.

Émilien's already busy with a discharge.

And I'd hate to throw you in like that.

We have to delay Ms. Moisan's evaluation.

She came all the way from Ontario.

We can't send her back unevaluated.

We're too short-staffed, for God's sake.

We already know we can't take her.

Why not? Don't we have a discharge?

The patient has a personality disorder.

Not a psychiatric disorder.

We can't just capitulate to management.

Why should we take these prison cases?

Well, management says you're not a doctor.

I'm still right.

Okay, what's the plan?

Is she out of the van?

Nope, but if you ask me, those guards with her?

Not the sharpest tools in the shed.

So, we send her back?

I think we should. We can't evaluate her today.

But Hélène's right.

It would be cruel to send her back unevaluated.

Without trying, at least.

Sure, lots of these patients are just trying to get out of prison,

but I think we could actually help Ms. Moisan.

She's attempted suicide three times,

she's estranged from family and friends,

she spent two years in isolation for behaviour,

she's refusing treatment.

In Ontario. She can't speak English.

I don't think it's just a personality disorder.

There's a psychiatric element.

It's not that simple.

You don't know the procedure.

That's true.

But all I'm doing is evaluating if she's a candidate.

I'll be fine. Could you ask security to meet us downstairs?

-Do I get her out of the van? -Not what I asked.

Please ask security to meet us downstairs.

-So we're not sending her back? -She's the psychiatrist.

-I'm Dr. Bien-Aimé. -Laïma, coordinator.

Nice to meet you. Shall we?

Yup!

Whoa. We've got eighteen other patients to discuss.

Yes, I'm aware.

I'll consult with you all, and meet everyone,

but today calls for a bit of flexibility.

-Mortimer, right? -Right.

Dr. Bien-Aimé, welcome to D-Wing.

If you need anything, I'm here.

-She seems nice. -I like her already.

It'll be good to have a new psychiatrist.

Yeah? Why's that?

D-Wing is kind of a catch-all unit.

High staff turnover,

lots of hopeless psychiatric cases,

patients with a low chance of rehabilitation.

Perfect. I'm a hopeless case too.

Psychiatrists don't usually say stuff like that.

-They don't? -No, they don't.

Is your nose better?

Yes, thanks.

In my first week, a patient punched me in the face.

Blood everywhere, like a butcher shop.

A warm welcome.

You bet.

Never let your guard down here.

It's a great hospital, some cases end well,

but they're still criminals.

That's some serious advice.

My serious thanks, then.

What is that shit?

Humour Designs. Don't know it?

I had tons of their t-shirts as a kid.

You can't wear that here.

I found two, actually.

It would help if you wore the other one.

Off you go.

I'M "FELINE" FINE!

Let me out, goddamn it!

You can't smoke here.

How is the patient currently restrained?

Please go stand in front of the van so she won't see you.

Hello. Dr. Bien-Aimé.

-Nice shirts. -Yes, I know.

Could we make sure she only sees Mortimer and me at first?

We can open the doors and step away.

-Just don't go in the van. -No.

-You'll keep us in the loop? -Of course.

-I don't want any surprises. -I hate surprises.

Hello, Ms. Moisan.

You're at the Mont-Royal Institute.

Well, get me the fuck out of here!

I know I'm here, the van stopped two hours ago!

-Let's calm down, ma'am. -Get me out of here!

I can't believe you haven't noticed.

Noticed what?

It's funny, right?

What is?

Our shirts. We wore them for you.

So?

So what?

You "feline" fine?

That's so dumb.

Cute cat, though.

You didn't answer the question.

Are you "feline" fine?

I'm "feline" like shit.

What's with the CATerwauIing?

Because I've been stuck here...

BeCATS I've been stuck here for two hours!

Why the fuck won't you let me out?

I'd like for us to go upstairs,

but not if you behave like this.

-You requested to come here. -I fucking know!

I shouldn't be in prison, I'm sick!

You've got to quit caterwauling.

CAT it out with the puns!

Okay. I'll stop. I promise.

I'm Dr. Bien-Aimé. I'm a psychiatrist here.

How this works is, I need you to calm down,

to prove to my team that you'll cooperate,

and that it's safe to let you out.

You fuckers are scared of me.

-Scared of an old lady! -Okay, we'll try later.

No, no, look!

It's fine, look, I'm calm.

Calm, calm, calm.

How old are you anyway?

Does it matter?

I'm not gonna be ordered around by a kid.

Age is just a number, Ms. Moisan.

Nobody asked you, Eiffel Tower!

Fucking hell, I should never have come here.

You haven't even read my file.

Actually, I have, Ms. Moisan.

I read all 72 pages.

You've spent two years confined to your cell

because of your violent behaviour.

You refuse help or treatment.

Doesn't seem like you're doing very well.

You've made some serious mistakes, that's true.

But your life isn't over.

And it doesn't have to be so hard.

What's hurting you so much?

I need help.

Perfect. That's why we're here.

I noticed you closed your eyes on the way here.

Why?

So I wouldn't see anyone.

Even the other inmates.

Can't do it.

They annoy you?

I can't look at any people!

I already have enough.

There are people in your head?

Forget it.

It's better not to look.

Must get boring.

You think?

Rather be dead, lots of the time.

I can't take it,

being stuck in my head, being alone.

But I can't be with people.

I turn bad.

-What does "I turn bad" mean? -I get mean!

I ate a security guard's finger.

He wasn't watching me properly.

You ate his finger?

I chewed it.

And swallowed it.

And was it okay to do that?

No, but I'm not in control!

So I'm fucked!

Why are you in prison?

I stuck a knife in my sister's head.

And then I fed her to my dogs.

-To your dogs? -And my cats.

We bred dogs and cats.

Animals don't care. Meat is meat.

So why did you do that?

I was fed up. With everything.

Is it right that you're in prison for doing that?

I can do my time, but this?

This!

This isn't humane!

-How so? -It's hell there!

I want to be here, okay?

-Ms. Moisan. -I'm begging you!

Whether you're here or in prison, it's the same thing.

You're serving a sentence. It's no vacation here.

-I know. -So why come here?

I'm not okay.

So when you're not okay,

do you hear voices in your head?

Would it mean...

Would it mean I'm crazy if I do?

No, not at all.

A person who's suffering from severe depression, for example,

can experience psychotic symptoms.

That might mean feeling lots of aggression,

having suicidal thoughts,

hearing voices in her head.

That person wouldn't be crazy.

She'd be very sick. For a long time, probably.

Well, then,

what could she do to get better, let's say?

If the person were successfully transferred,

she'd have to talk about her symptoms

even if it's hard, or she's ashamed.

She'd have to accept treatment, and avoid drugs and alcohol,

because they are very bad for her.

Can I come here?

We'll carefully study your request.

Please, I'll do whatever I have to.

I ask that you not give up, and we won't either.

There's a good chance your request will be accepted.

At the penitentiary, accept all psychological support.

It's urgent. Can you do that?

Ms. Moisan?

-Yeah. Perfect.

Now, we'll go back to the van.

The guards will be there, but they won't touch you.

The deal is, there's no screaming,

no fighting, no whining.

We face forward, and we walk.

Okay, Ms. Moisan?

Okay.

Keep walking.

Good job.

You're doing great.

No, stay with me, look at me. Good.

We keep going until we get there.

Eyes on me.

See? They're not touching you.

Don't send me back there!

I'm begging you!

Be brave, Ms. Moisan. You can do this.

We're going to close the doors now, okay?

You can do it.

I like people who can handle silence.

Then shut up.

You really read her whole file?

Mm-hmm.

Seventy-two pages?

That was a random number. It was more than that.

Mr. Dallaire's was the biggest. Three boxes, and stuff still missing.

You've read all the patients' files?

There are summaries.

It's hard to summarize a life in a paragraph.

Good point.

How'd you do it?

I sat down and I read.

What a keener.

No psychiatrist does that.

You spent a week in the archives, or what?

I made copies and brought them home.

You're not allowed to do that.

I know.

You coming?

Every day, I wake up and say,

"Fuck, I have to face another day."

I always wake up with this hamster in my brain.

I can't quit thinking about my ex-girlfriend.

You can't be too precious about your white clothing,

Especially around Mr. Vanier.

He always puts stuff down his pants. Not all of it clean.

Come on, let's go outside for a bit, Ms. Verlant.

Came on.

Just a little walk, Ms. Verlant. Look, there's Dr. Bien-Aimé!

Claude told me to go see Mr. Dallaire immediately,

but if I had an assistant, I could've...

-He takes that three times a day? -Yes.

Yikes, that's a lot!

-This? -Yes.

But based on my experience,

the social activities like drawing or cooking,

I mean, we made muffins once,

chocolate, banana, blueberry,

but it simply doesn't work.

I dunno.

l dunno.

Not too sure about that.

It'll...

He'll be... Yup.

Hi, Mr. Dallaire.

My name is Dr. Bien-Aimé.

I'm the new unit psychiatrist.

I'll be taking over your medical care.

We'll see when the time comes.

Who are you talking to?

My brothers.

Your brothers?

Yes.

Brothers in arms.

What does that mean?

Well...

We...

were in combat together, from time to time.

Before.

Are they in the room with us?

They're right there.

With Sausage.

Sausage?

A sausage you eat?

Would you sit back down, Mr. Dallaire?

Let's sit down.

Let's chat a bit more.

Do you see anything else?

No.

-They're always there. -Always there.

Does that bother you? Are you sick of it?

They're my brothers.

Would you like to get some peace from time to time?

-Yes. -Yeah?

But...

Gotta be there for our birthdays.

When's your birthday?

Yes.

Do your brothers ever make you do things?

Or tell you to do things you don't like?

It's not...

It's not super easy.

Would you like to try a new medication?

To be less overwhelmed by all this?

To have some time to yourself?

It's...

-It's possible. -It's possible?

Let's try it.

Still with me, Mr. Dallaire?

Mr. Dallaire? Yes?

Okay. I'll come back with a new treatment plan,

and we'll start it today,

because the medication you're taking seems to be too strong for you.

Oh, yes.

Yes.

But...

Not Sausage.

I'll be back in a bit. Enjoy your day, Mr. Dallaire.

What's his family situation?

He has a sister who visits regularly. No one else.

Is he doing well here?

I wouldn't go that far, but he's harmless.

He's allowed to go out with supervision.

Everyone likes him, but he's a space case.

Not surprised he's a space case.

He's on some strong meds. That patient is blitzed.

And still having hallucinations.

It's not working. We have to help.

The thing is, he seems to like having them.

You're right.

It's as if the hallucinations are comforting to him.

That's extremely rare. I've never seen it.

Yes!

-Hello! -Hi, Diane.

I wanted to apologize for calling you "cutie" earlier.

Calling a doctor "cutie" isn't too appropriate.

Calling anyone "cutie" isn't great.

Maybe a budgie, but even then.

Very funny, ma'am!

No need to say ma'am, either.

-Okay. -Yeah.

Anyway, sorry about that.

No harm done, but thanks for your thoughtfulness.

Oh, of course. Don't want to hurt anybody.

Anyway.

See you tomorrow.

Gonna close my window, I'm getting wet.

-Oh, jeez! -It's no problem.

Where are you? You're an hour late!

-Good to see you. -You too.

Be right in.

And there was something chasing you

like some kind of...

some kind of ballerina.

And the more they came, the more you tried to scream,

but you couldn't make a sound.

So did I escape or not?

Yeah.

In a way.

-But you'll hate the ending. -What was it?

It was a weird metaphor.

What was it?

Nah, I can't tell you.

I listened to your lame dream, you gotta tell me the ending.

You turned into Mom and crushed the ballerinas with the Civil Code.

I turned into Mom?

Then I woke up.

Gross! Your dream sucks!

I'm becoming more like her as I age.

It's scary.

You always do things like her.

You line up the shoes by the door.

-No way. -Yes way.

Oh God, what a nightmare.

How's the alcohol situation?

Not great.

-Suzanne. -Astryd.

How was your first day?

-I'm your sister, not your patient. -I want to know.

It was fine.

I think I was good.

As if I were someone else.

It felt good.

It feels good to hear you say that.

I didn't think about it all day.

-First time in two years. -Don't forget your promise.

How could I? Fuck.

That's not what I meant!

I don't care. I want some reassurance.

Wouldn't you?

I promise, Astryd.

You'll get through this.

You're working through it.

-I'm with you. -Yup.

I'm so proud of you.

It's good that you've gone back to work.

Yeah. It's good.

It'd be great if you made some friends there too.

Rebuild your social circle.

It's important for your well-being.

I've never had friends other than you.

I know.

But it's never too late.

The next time you meet someone you like,

if they have a good heart, try to invest in the relationship.

Yeah. I'd like that.

What did you mean, earlier?

Sorry I cut you off.

The first time you haven't thought about... what?

I was saying

that I don't feel it, actually.

The sadness.

At work, I didn't feel it.

But otherwise, you still feel it all the time.

Mm-hmm.

It's like it's part of me now.

It's always with me.

Like a kind of...

unbelievable heaviness,

like a burden

of sadness.

And no matter what I do,

whoever I'm with, whatever I do,

it's always there.

It's always following me.

I never get any peace.

I'd like to get some peace.

I want to not feel this all the time.

I want my mind to feel clear.

I don't remember what that's like.

Hey, it's Mortimer.

I noticed your car isn't in great shape.

Want a lift tomorrow?

Later.

Is someone close to you in distress, in need of support?

You like it here?

Do you understand what I've said?

You look so sad.

Your eyes. You've cried a lot.

You're in despair.