All language subtitles for Mental.S01E03_English

Nine holes Friday,
full eighteen on Saturday,

unless we're too wasted
after Friday night's debauch.

How's the course?
Five-star all the way.

Greens are smooth
as a maiden's thighs.
And hopefully as reachable.

[ Both Chuckling ]
You're bad.
You bringing the wife?

Thought the idea
was to relax.

Well, just so you know,
she's welcome.

Dad and I consider you and yours
to be part of the Hygard family.

We talking
board seat?
Could be.

Ooh.
[ Chuckles ]

[ Chuckles ]
[ Beeps ]

I will be at the desk.

Hello.
Hi.

[ Woman On P.A. ]
Dr. Ryan to
the psychiatric ward.

Dr. Ryan
to the psychiatric ward.

Admissions, please call
Nurses' Station Two South.

Admissions, please call
Nurses' Station Two South.

[ No Audible Dialogue ]
Dear. Hon.
Hello.

Sure.
Hi.

I need you to print up
some patient data
for me A.S.A.P.

Mr. Hygard, you know
that patient files
are access-restricted.

I won't tell
if you won't.

I won't have to.

Fine.
I'll put Carl on it.

I don't believe we've met.
Jack Gallagher.

[ Snaps Fingers ]
There he is,
the new man in charge.

Thom Hygard,
Hygard Pharmaceuticals.

- Doesn't ring a bell.
- We do a ton of business
with you people.

The Somnilex trials?
Uh-huh?
Drawing a blank.

Our signature sleep
disorder drug, Somnilex.
[ Chuckles ]

Frankly, Doc, I'm surprised
you're not more up to speed.

They must be
keeping you pretty busy
with the day-to-day stuff.

[ Laughing ]
Pushing that pencil.

Sure.

[ Beeps ]
No problem.

Uh, Carl Belle's been
our point person
for years.

Oh, good man.
Oh, the best.

Say, we're-- we're having
this little corporate getaway
in Laguna next weekend.

I can try
to squeeze you in.

You know, meet the guys.
Maybe-- [ Chuckles ]
break a few commandments, huh?

[ Chuckles ]
Sounds good.
Great. Great.

Say, Thom.
Yeah?

Has, uh, Carl mentioned
our new egression
therapy technique?

No.
Cutting-edge.
You must check it out.

Well, do I get a hint, or--
Well, it's confrontational.

Fast-acting.

A real problem-solver.
Hmm.

So?
So--

- [ Grunts ]
- [ Body Thuds ]

You guys seen
Thom Hygard?

You just missed him.

[ Laughs ]

[ Dings ]

The most disgraceful,
unprofessional conduct
that I've ever heard of.

How's Hygard?
Furious.
With good reason.

Gallagher should
be terminated immediately.
Short of that?

Reprimanded and put
on notice by the board.

Forced to apologize
to Thom Hygard on his knees.
Short of that?

Gallagher may not appreciate
the financial gold mine...

that Hygard and the other
drug companies represent...

by running clinical trials
at this hospital,
but I know that you do.

Of course I do.
Not to mention the prestige
and the P.R.

The only reason Hygard
isn't talking to his
attorneys right now...

is my assurance that we
would make this right.

Dr. Gallagher will offer
a written apology,

including unequivocal support
for the ongoing relationship...

between Hygard Pharmaceuticals
and Wharton Memorial.

- What about this?
- I haven't seen that.

Oh, it's Gallagher's
new policy...

barring drug company and other
sales reps from patient wards...

without permission from
the director in advance.

I'll get back to you on that.
Gallagher just
got here,

and he's already
a runaway train.

- You're only delaying
the inevitable.
- Aren't we all?

[ Woman On P.A. ] Dr. Stone,
please respond to your page.

Dr. Stone, please respond
to your page.

[ Exhales ]

- Darren Knuth.
- Age 23.

No history of treatment
for mental illness.

There is, however,
a history of violent acts,
beginning in his early teens.

Two convictions,
one as a juvenile.

Police brought him
in last night
on a 72-hour hold.

[ Veronica ]
Under what charges?
Assault and battery.

- Beat the crap out of two
high school football players.
- What set him off?

-They were leaning
against his car.
-Why is he here and not in jail?

After the incident,
he drove his car into
a brick wall-- four times.

When the police got there,
he was still sitting
in it, sobbing.

- You did the intake?
- He has issues with his father.

Tremendous amount
of anger, also abject fear.

I suspect a lifetime
of physical abuse.

So I have
a call scheduled
with his father later.

- Medication?
- Sertraline.

I'd like to sit in
on the patient follow-up.

Of course.

- Gideon Graham.
- Uh, T.M.S.
scheduled for today.

- His daughter will be here
observing the procedure.
- The fashion model.

Transcranial magnetic
stimulation?

Yeah. I hope to God
the damn thing works.

I had to promise the guy
at County my firstborn child
to get him to lend it to us.

- It works. I took it for
a test-drive last night.
- What?

You tried T.M.S.
on yourself?

The tapping sensation
at the contact points
is a little bit irritating.

You get past that,
there's a nice little buzz.

Okay, obviously I need
to restate the hospital policy
on self-experimentation.

- How crazy are you?
- The question is, will T.M.S.
have any effect on Gideon?

- Nothing else we've done has.
- Well, I hope we're not ready
to throw in the towel.

We owe him better.
He's an icon,
a national treasure.

Are you suggesting,
Dr. Gallagher,

that your personal
fascination with Gideon...

should influence
the amount of effort
we extend on his behalf?

I'm suggesting that
we've failed him.

We need the bed, Jack.
If it doesn't work today,
we're done.

It looks
like an execution.

Well, the actual amount
of current generated is--

About the same as an M.R.I.
I hope you people
know what you're doing.

[ Monitor Beeping ]

Will it hurt?

Some patients experience
an uncomfortable
tapping sensation...

at the point where
the current's applied.

It's not that bad.

You're
Gideon's daughter.
Jack Gallagher.

- Niobe.
- [ Veronica On Speaker ]
We're ready in here.

Uh, the generator
will produce short
magnetic pulses...

directed towards certain areas
in Gideon's brain.

We'll measure and monitor
any resulting activity,

although there may be
some physical contractions
to muscles of the scalp and jaw.

Okay?

[ Beeping ]

Breathe.

Come on, Gideon.
This is your wake-up call.

- [ Beeping ]
- [ Thunderclap ]

[ Thunderclap ]

- Okay, we're increasing
the intensity.
- Is that safe?

They'll keep it
within the guidelines.

[ Electricity Crackling ]
[ Grunts ]

What's that?
Involuntary spasm.

[ Thunderclap ]

- [ Grunts ]
- Stable.

Hold the coil
on the contact point
for longer.

[ Electricity Crackling ]

- [ Groans ]
- Jack.

[ Thunderclap ]

- [ Groans, Grunting ]
- [ Alarm Beeping ]

Okay. Syringe now!

[ Gideon Grunting ]

[ Grunting ]

- Okay.
- [ Thunderclap ]

[ Veronica ]
It's okay, Dr. Graham.

[ Typing ]

[ Monitor Beeping ]

- Don't worry. They've
got it under control.
- What the hell happened?

He responded.

More than he has
to any stimulus,
any treatment...

since the accident.

It's progress.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

[ Niobe ]
Pre-Columbian?

- Lucky guess?
- Anthropology major
at Oxford.

And ended up a real
live supermodel.

I love my father.
I just want
what's best for him.

I've been doing
some research.

What subject?
Keraunopathy.

The pathology
of lightning.
It's fascinating.

This research--
pure coincidence?

I'm a fan.
Big time.

I've read and reread
every page he's
ever published.

Are you going
to cut Gideon loose?

Is that what you want?

I want you
to keep trying.

Unless you're ready to tell me
right now that's
never gonna happen.

How much do you know
about catatonia?

Not enough.

The lightning strike
caused organ failure,

burns, neurological trauma.

And your father's body
and mind shut down,
passed into a coma.

As his body recovered,
he went from coma
into his present state.

Coma's a physical condition.

Catatonia's
a neuropsychiatric one.

So you're saying he went
from being damaged
to being insane?

I-I-I hate that word.
I've no idea what it means.

Think of it this way.
Um, your father's
lost inside himself.

- Why?
- At a guess,
overwhelming grief.

My mother's death.

And here's where
your father's intellect...

and imagination might
actually impede recovery.

He has the capacity...

to build an incredibly rich,
airtight internal
environment...

and use that as a wall
against reality.

I would rather see
Gideon dead...

than see him
as a houseplant
in some institution.

Work with him.

Niobe, we're a way station.
People don't stay here
indefinitely.

My father's exceptional.
I agree.

So make an exception.

Hey, boss.

[ Jack ]
How's the water?
Jump in.

"Do we seek
the womb in aquatic
environments,

or is it simply the nearest
we humans come to flying?"

- That's nice.
- Gideon wrote it.

Really?

You wrote that, Mr. G?

Malcolm,
take a breather.

[ Laughs ]
You're a real trip, Doc.

Nice-looking scar.

Hard to come by too.

Consider the odds:
one in 700,000...

of being hit
by lightning
in any given year.

That was weird.
It never happens with you?

Him tensing up
like that?
Uh-huh.

No. Gideon
loves the water.

You wanna see
something
even weirder?

Always.

All right,
let's try and get
some shoes on you.

All right,
let's try
the other one.

Happens every time.

All right, Mr. G,
no shoes for you today.

Interesting.

[ Dings ]

** [ Piano On Speakers ]

** [ Continues ]

[ Inhales ]

This would all be much simpler
if you'd just tell me
what you're thinking.

- Been working
on a Gideon theory.
- Good.

Nora just put his release
paperwork on my desk.
[ Grunts ]

We've been surrounding
Gideon with the fabric
of his own life--

visitors,
favorite music, keepsakes--

trying to reconnect him
to the world.

No response.

Drug therapy, same.

Electroshock, same.

We tried T.M.S., the least
invasive therapy of all,
and the guy freaks. Why?

You're the man
with the theory.

- You know what a flashover is?
- Can you get arrested for it?

In a strike, lightning
impacts the body at specific
entry and exit points.

In between,
the current flashes over
the entire surface of the body,

causing
Lichtenberg figures.

The burn patterns
on Gideon.
Mm-hmm. It's like a wave.

A very fast wave.

Milliseconds.
Like an electromagnetic pulse.

Are you saying
that the T.M.S. made Gideon
relive the lightning strike?

Why didn't the same thing
happen with the E.C.T.?

We administer electroshock
under anesthesia.

T.M.S. is "come as you are."

- Sounds thin, Jack.
- I told you.
I'm working on it.

Send Gideon's paperwork
over to me.

It can sit on my desk
for a while.

You seem tense today,
Darren.
My new meds are crap.

And the relaxation exercises
we worked on?

They make me wanna puke.

When we entered
your room just now, what was
the first thing you thought of?

- [ Thud ]
- Bitch-slappin' your ugly face.

Careful.

[ Darren ]
What are you
gonna do about it?

It's what I hope
to avoid doing.

- What's that?
- Talking to your father.

- No.
- No.

Once was enough.

Instead, we'll vary
your medication and go back
over those exercises.

Okay?
Okay.

[ Typing ]

[ Clears Throat ]

Sign this.

Did I buy something?
Your apology
to Thom Hygard.

Oh. I assume
I was suitably contrite.

Profoundly remorseful.
Pressures of the job?

Having had
a really bad day.
Etcetera, etcetera.

Which leaves us with
the unfinished business
of your apology to me.

You don't make policy.
I make policy.

This hospital needs
to remain financially viable
to prosper and grow.

I fight those battles
so you don't have to.
Nora, these guys peddle drugs.

That's all they do.
They don't give a damn
about patient welfare.

They'd be happy to reduce our
role in treatment to handing out
dime bags on the ward.

Who makes policy here?
You do.

Write a memo.

Cite specific examples
of things you've observed.
I'll consider it.

Did you know that lightning
is 16 times hotter than
the surface of the sun?

Kiss my ass.

I fly out to New York
next week.

I'll be there
for about 10 days.

Will you miss me, Daddy?

Look who's here.

Gideon, may I borrow
your daughter
for a couple of minutes?

Malcolm
will keep you company.

[ Niobe ]
Thank you.

Mom and Dad were hiking
in the Sierras.
A storm came in.

All the other people,
they went for shelter,
but Dad refused.

Dad took Mom
to the edge of the cliff
to watch the storm.

The lightning hit.

They both got C.P.R.,
but only Dad lived.

Do you blame Gideon
for your mother's death?

He knew she was afraid
of lightning.

What was Gideon
working on
before the accident?

A new book--
The Book of Judges.

About what?

Oh, I stopped reading
his material a long time ago,

but I can get you
the manuscript.

Gideon ever have
a problem with footwear?

[ Grunting ]

Now--

[ Chuckles ]

What if we're wrong?

[ Sighs ] Do you ever
start a conversation
at the beginning?

What if
Gideon's conscious?

You mean faking?
Hiding. It would explain
his lack of progress.

Well, so would severe
brain trauma.

What do you say
we test it out?

How?

[ Door Closes ]
Dr. Belle.

[ Zipper Opens ]

Your patient today.

You believed
every word he said.
I have no reason to doubt him.

Patients lie.
My sense is he lied
to you at least once.

That's why you
have to probe deeper.
Be less accepting.

- Find the sore spots.
- Okay.

Also-- [ Clears Throat ]
the threat to call
his father--

heavy-handed.

He could have transferred
his fear onto you,
lashed out.

Heavy-handed.
Got it.
[ Zipper Closes ]

Arturo, you're
a fairly good doctor...

who might someday become
a very good doctor.

- You're also arrogant--
- Dr. Belle, I'm sorry if--

Too late.

Did you know-- [ Clears Throat ]
that as chairman of
the residency committee,

my vote secured
your position here?

- I'm grateful.
- You should be.

We both know part of your
transcript was falsified.

- A small part.
- Still fraud.

More than enough to justify
rejecting your application.

Even so, you voted
to support my residency.

[ Chuckles ]

Despite his
limited tenure here,

you've come to admire
Jack Gallagher, haven't you?

Dr. Gallagher
is innovative, dynamic,
devoted to his work.

I admire him very much.
Good.

Because I think that
you and Dr. Gallagher
should become friends.

He'd probably like a friend.

Seek him out,
stand in his shadow,
earn his confidence...

and report
what you learn back to me.

- You want me to spy?
- Call it returning a favor.

Obviously, you have
a choice to make.

[ Clinking ]

- [ Lock Clicks ]
- [ Gasps ]

Don't ask.

[ Elevator Bell Dings ]

I'm just waiting
for someone.

Lucky guy.
[ Chuckles ]

This is grand theft.

No, it's not.

I signed
for everything.

Under what name?
Dr. Carl Belle.

[ Laughs ]
Nice touch.

[ Veronica ]
Well, Thom Hygard
would be pleased.

Somnilex does
put people to sleep.

[ Jack ]
Hygard's been testing
sleep patterns,

so we're going to see just
how asleep Gideon really is.

Seventy-one minutes.

Normal REM
and non-REM sleep patterns.
Completely normal.

[ Elevator Doors Close ]

Jack, he's--

Yeah. The lights are on
and Gideon's home.

[ Dings ]

[ People Chattering ]

- Morning.
- Hey.

Nice bike.
Yeah.
It's good exercise.

Low carbon footprint.
I know. I've been thinking
about getting one myself.

- [ Cell Phone Rings ]
- You know what to look for?

- No, not really.
- Becky?

- Hey. How are you
doing today?
- [ Breathing ]

Becky, you know if you
ever wanna have lunch
with your big brother,

you know I'm
always available.

You remember where.
Wharton Memorial.

Why don't you just
jump in a cab, and I'll pay
for it when you get here.

Becky?

[ Line Clicks ]

[ Beeps ]
Damn it.

Sister live here?

Uh, why don't you
stop by the office,

and I'll point you
in the right direction
on that bike.

I'd really appreciate that.

[ Woman On P.A. ]
Wheelchair to Admissions,
main lobby.

Wheelchair to Admissions,
main lobby.

Thank you.
Walk with me?

Sure.

Don't worry about Hygard.

[ Beeps ]
I smoothed things over
with him.

Does that mean we're
still on for Laguna?

[ Scoffs ]
I don't think it's your scene.
No?

No, but very much mine.
I can see that.

The thing is,

I'll do more long-term good
for this hospital
in one weekend...

than you'll accomplish
in months.

On the, uh, course?

That's where
the money flows, Doctor.

[ Woman On P.A. ]
Admissions, please call
Nurses' Station Two South.

Did you sleep?
I went for a bike ride. You?

An hour's nap,
hot shower, bowl of cereal.

We lead exciting lives.
I'm surprised you're not
in a better mood.

What have we
really accomplished?

Well, we have a theory.

And with the sleep data,
we have support for that theory.

At least we can make a case
for keeping him here longer.
You said it yourself.

We've already tried everything.
Just keeping him here
isn't enough.

Now who's ready
to throw in the towel?

There's a next step?

I just have
to figure out
what it is?

Mm-hmm.
Ah.

Mr. Bryan. Jack Gallagher.

Thanks so much
for meeting me.
Well, it's a pleasure.

You've been Gideon's editor
for quite some time.
Twenty-seven years.

Wow. That's remarkable.
It's a life's work.
I wouldn't change one day.

Can you tell me who "V" is?

Where did you hear that name?
Well, the book
is dedicated to him.

Her. It.

Well, you're holding
his best work, you know.
There's no question.

And "V"?

No, thank you.

I begged him not to.
Ah, he was adamant.

I told him
the dedication would
lead to nothing good.

Vivienne.

- How long had it been going on?
- Not that long, really.

Less than a year.
Nor was Vivienne the first.

What made her so different?
In a way,
the dedication itself.

Sansa knew, of course.
Sansa always knew.

But the dedication
made the truth public,
and therefore intolerable.

Was he deliberately trying
to sabotage his marriage?

No. No. Without Sansa,
he was nothing.
He knew that.

Then why?
Why?

Ask him. I did.
He laughed.

Pure ego, perhaps.
Maybe she knows.

Uh, I'm going
to go upstairs in a minute.

It's been, um, difficult
to see him like this.

Do you think my visits
do any good at all?

Oh, yeah, I think so.
Conventional wisdom
says so anyway.

You know what Gideon
called conventional wisdom?
Rank stupidity.

Not an easy man
to be friends with.
I miss him.

Where can I find
this Vivienne?

Someone finally asked
the right question.

If you knew he was here,
why didn't you come before?
[ Chuckles ]

I never had more
than half of Gideon,
and by the end, almost nothing.

I'm not sure I want to help.

Ah, come on.
Tell me about the book.

Our relationship brought
something into Gideon's life
he never experienced before.

Guilt.

I suppose I was flattered.

When Sansa found out
about the dedication,

she threatened to leave him,
and he broke it off immediately.

And, well,
that was less than flattering.

So you're saying that through
the book, Gideon was finding
a way of judging himself.

In his mind,

no one else
had the right.

Where is Gideon's mind,
by the way?

I was hoping
you'd tell me.

Wherever he is,
he's laughing at us.

Why do you think that?

I assume he escaped
the thing he feared most--

that we all fear,
if we're sane.

The awareness,
the constant
reminder that...

life is not forever.

A world without death,
without inevitability.

Gideon never
believed in gods.

But I think he
would have liked
to have been one.

He seems old.

I never thought
about Gideon as being old
before this moment.

Has Niobe
been to see him?

Niobe's convinced that Gideon
ignored the storm's danger...

and deliberately led Sansa
to the edge of the cliff.

Well, it's very likely.

- For what possible purpose?
- [ Mutters ]

He was intolerant
of personal weakness--

in himself
as well as in others.

I wish he could see
where it's gotten him.

[ Laughs ]
Is this a social call?

What happens when you
get struck by lightning?
Your hair frizzes.

You literally get
blown out of your shoes.

Gideon's shoe thing?
Uh-huh.

I think he's cognitive
and functioning.

I want to try something--
two things, actually.

Convince me.

Gideon in the Old Testament
appears in the Book of Judges,

and that's also the title
of our Gideon's latest work.

It's about choices,
responsibility
and controlling your own fate.

So?
I think I'm finally
getting into his head.

I think he's exactly
where he wants to be.

At Wharton?
Somewhere else.

I'm beginning
to know how he feels.
Can we cut to the chase?

Gideon's judging that world
that took his wife from him,

and he's judging
his role in her death.

The things
that you wanted?

T.M.S. again.

Is another seizure
a possibility?

Yes.

Is fatality even
remotely a possibility?

Yes.

What was
the second thing?

[ Box Clatters ]

[ Muttering ]

- What are we doing?
- We've been making it
too easy for him.

Filling his world full
of memories, associations,
sounds, smells,

things and people he loves.

Why should you
have it so good?

- Huh?
- [ Malcolm ]
He lost nearly everything.

Seems to me he deserves
some of his stuff around
to make him happy.

Guys, we've been enablers.

You wanna see Gideon
have a chance at recovery?
Help me cut him off.

- [ Thunderclap ]
- Help me give him a reason
not to stay where he is.

- Emotional withdrawal.
- Cold turkey.

Sorry, pal. Strip him.

[ Dings ]

This is
additional protection
for the hospital, legally,

in case anything
goes wrong.

It's the only way
I could make it happen.
Seizures.

Possible brain injury.
Possible death?

Unlikely, but possible.

And if I don't sign?

Then we're back
where we were.

You taking all
of his pictures
and stuff off the walls,

leaving him in his room
and not letting me
visit him...

or read to him
or play music to him--
It's had some effect.

We've seen slightly
increased levels of rigidity
and physical movement.

Over time?

No way to predict.

You know that wall that Gideon
was building against reality?

It's getting higher.
It's getting stronger
every day.

What if it's
a better place?

I'm not sure.

[ Sighs ]

What's it like
where you are, Gideon?

I'll bet magnificent.

[ Thunderclap ]

Sansa's there, isn't she?

[ Over Speaker ]
At your side,
where she belongs.

- [ Thunderclap ]
- Except Sansa's gone.

Gone. Do you remember?
You killed her.

You knew she was afraid
of lightning, and you knew
the danger, but you thought--

You thought, "Here's an
opportunity to improve my wife,

to help her face her fears."

[ Shouts ]
Who are you to judge?

[ Thunderclap ]

You can't control
everything, Gideon.

You're just one man--

finite, vulnerable...

and in the end,
I think, a coward.

Pain and guilt
of an unjust world,
that I get.

What I don't get is you
abandoning your daughter.

Sansa may be alive
in your world,

but she's an illusion.

Niobe is here.

[ Laughs ]
She's real.

I bet where you are,
it's safe.

You're the man.
You're in charge.
You push the buttons.

You judge.

- You, and you alone,
wield the lightning, huh?
- [ Thunderclap ]

- Well, I'm here to tell you
that you're wrong!
- [ Yells ]

Niobe?

- Niobe!
- Daddy?

- What sentence
was passed, Gideon?
- He's seizing!

Exiled for life?

Your verdict was wrong.

No!

[ Thunderclap ]

[ Jack Shouts ]
Who are you to judge?

[ Panting ]
Where's your lightning now?

Huh?

It's a history
of institutionalization
and arrests...

dating back
to her 20th birthday.

Paranoid schizophrenia.

The arrests
were drug-related.

- Becky, short for Rebecca?
- Yeah.

- Gallagher's
fraternal twin?
- Yeah.

Anything else?

No.

[ Chuckles ]
Worthless information.

But "C" for effort.
Next time, do better.

That door leads
to the outer hallway.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

[ Typing ]

And, Gallagher, you're
your own worst enemy.

Please don't make this
too easy for me.

[ People Chattering ]

[ Woman On P.A. ]
X-ray tech to Room 6.

X-ray tech to Room 6.

Thank you.
Thank you both.

There's a lot of work ahead.

I'm gonna take him
back to New York with me,

continue his treatment there.

Maybe he'll
travel again one day,
write another book.

Maybe you can help.

Maybe.

[ Woman On P.A. ]
Housekeeping, please contact
third floor nurses' station.

Housekeeping,
third floor nurses' station.

Dr. Anderson, please
call extension 2132.

Dr. Anderson, 2132.

[ Grunting ]

[ Doorbell Rings ]

[ Breathing Heavily ]

[ Ringing Continues ]

I thought you'd left.

I had some
unfinished business.

[ Dings ]

[ Child ]
Show's on!