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Dr. Cotter.

He's gonna die. She's gonna die.

Mom's gonna die. I'm gonna die. Everybody dies.

I don't wanna... I'm gonna...

I haven't been able to get him to talk...

respond to me, nothing.

Just this.

Yeah. I got it.

Thanks, Dan.

She's gonna die. Mom's gonna die.

I'm gonna die. Everyone dies.

Nobody matters. She doesn't matter.

He doesn't matter. She doesn't matter. Mom doesn't matter.

I don't matter. Nothing ever matters.

I don't matter. I don't matter. I don't matter.

He's gonna die. She's gonna die.

He's gonna die. I'm gonna die. Everyone dies.

Nobody matters. She doesn't matter.

He doesn't matter. She doesn't matter. Everyone dies.

I'm gonna die. Nobody matters.

She doesn't matter. He doesn't matter.

Mom doesn't matter. Nothing ever matters.

I don't matter. I don't ma...

I'm gonna... I'm gonna... I'm gonna... I'm gonna...

She's gonna... She's gonna... Everyone... I'm gonna...

I don't matter. I'm gonna... I'm gonna...

Hi, Carl.

What's going on today?

I'm dying.

No.

I don't think so.

I think you're having another manic episode.

Don't...

Don't you tell me.

You don't know.

I feel it all around me, squeezing.

I'm scared.

Carl, I know that what you're experiencing feels real,

but it can't hurt you.

I promise.

He's gonna die. She's gonna die.

Mom's gonna die. I'm gonna die.

Everyone dies. Nobody matters.

Hey, Wanda. I'm gonna put Carl Renken into observation for a few days.

He's harmless. Just make sure someone checks on him

every couple hours.

You got it. Thanks.

Hey, Dr. Desai was looking for you.

Thank you.

No! No! Please!

Please! You don't understand! I can't go in there! No!

No! No! Please!

No!

No!

Come in.

Hey, did you send a patient named, uh,

Sarah Marquet over to residency yesterday?

Yes. She has a history with drug abuse and mania,

and she's been in and out of our unit a few times.

Rose, she has no insurance.

Okay, but she needs treatment.

The board is down my throat about paying out of pocket

for another bed in the residency program.

Maybe the board should try giving a shit

about the point of our job here once in a while.

I'm not questioning your judgment.

I just need you to come to me first

so I can get ahead of it next time. All right?

Yes.

Okay. I'm sorry.

Hey, you haven't been here since the late shift last night, have you?

Dr. Cotter.

Laura Weaver, 26. She's a grad student.

Police were called on her for public disturbance.

EMS brought her in. Got any psych history?

Nothing on file, but the police sent over a report

for a different incident she was involved in last week.

And what was that one about?

A professor at her school bludgeoned himself to death with a hammer.

She was interviewed as the only witness.

A hammer?

Hi.

Laura?

My name is Dr. Cotter. I'm a therapist.

Do you wanna sit down?

Okay.

I know you're nervous.

That's okay.

I just wanna have a chat.

I promise this is a safe place.

Not for me.

Why do you say that?

Come on. Let's sit.

Please.

Okay. I'm gonna have to ask you a couple of questions that might sound stupid.

What day of the week is it?

Thursday.

And the month?

October. I'm not crazy.

Nobody's saying that. But I need you to understand.

I'm a PhD candidate. I'm not some lunatic. Okay?

Let's just take a breath,

and you can just tell me what's going on.

I'm seeing something.

Something no one else can see except for me.

I know how insane that sounds. I do.

But it's... This thing, I can't explain it.

What is it you're seeing?

It looks like people,

but it's... it's not a person.

I'm not sure I understand.

It looks like people. It looks like different people.

Sometimes it pretends to be someone that I know.

Sometimes it's a random stranger. Sometimes...

Sometimes it looks like my grandfather

who died in front of me when I was seven.

But it's all the same thing. It...

It's... It's like...

It's... It's like it wears people's faces like... like masks.

Okay.

Do you see it right now, here?

What happens when you do see it?

It's smiling at me.

But not a friendly smile.

It's the worst smile I've ever seen in my life.

And whenever I see it, I just get this

god-awful feeling like something really terrible is gonna happen.

I've never felt scared like I do when I see it.

Laura, have you or anyone else in your family

ever experienced hallucinations?

It's not a hallucination, no. It's real.

You don't get it. It does things to me.

It causes shit to happen around me.

It's taken over my whole life and my mind and...

it tells me things.

It told me that to... today... Today's the...

Today's the day that I'm... I'm gonna...

Okay. That's okay.

That's okay.

I know that what you're experiencing feels incredibly real.

Sometimes, when we get emotionally overwhelmed,

or experience an intense trauma, our minds tend to...

You're not listening to me.

Oh, my God.

I'm gonna fucking die, and no one will listen to me.

Okay. Laura, it's okay.

Oh, God.

Hey, it's okay. Laura.

Hey, c-can you look at me, please?

It's okay.

Look at me.

I...

Oh, my God. No!

No! It's here!

Please! Laura. It's okay.

It's just us. Get away! Please!

There's nobody else here. No!

No!

Oh, my God.

I... I have a patient emergency in eval 2.

I need staff here now.

Hurry.

Laura?

Had Ms. Weaver ever been a patient here before?

No. Would you say she was typical of the patients you see here?

This is an emergency psychiatric unit.

Typical is not really a thing here.

Right. But she was a head case, yeah?

I'm sorry, a head case?

I think we're just trying to get your opinion

of her mental state.

She could've been suffering from

acute post-trauma psychosis.

She was having paranoid delusions.

What kind of delusions?

She was convinced that some

sort of evil presence was haunting her.

Yikes.

It's just, we're gonna have to contact Ms. Weaver's family

and attempt to explain what happened.

So we're looking for anything that might make some sense of all this.

If there's anything else you can tell us that... that might help.

Uh, before she died...

she was... smiling.

Yeah, she sounds fucking crazy to me.

Rose.

Whoa.

My bad. Did I scare you?

I didn't hear you come in. Shit.

Hi. Hi.

Hi.

What's up?

Nothing. Sorry.

Something's wrong.

A patient died today.

My patient.

Oh.

Hey, come here.

I'm sorry.

It happened right in front of me.

It was awful.

I'm so sorry. What can I do?

This is a nice start.

Maybe we should bail on dinner tonight.

We can't.

Holly hired a sitter,

and it's just gonna be a bigger headache if we don't go.

No way. Holly turning into a headache?

Hey.

I'm sorry, you wanna talk about being tired?

Now that Jackson's in the first grade,

I'm literally up at 6:00 a.m. every day

to make him breakfast and pack him lunch.

God knows what kind of nonorganic garbage that cafeteria is even serving.

Then I have to drive him to school,

barely have any time to run my own errands.

Like, I haven't been to Pilates in weeks. Okay, my body is so fucked.

Not true. I have to go back to school, pick him up,

then I have to take him to either soccer practice, swim lessons, karate, theater...

Oh, and he just started taking Spanish.

I mean, my weekdays are literally impossible.

Mmm. You are coming Saturday, right?

What?

Uh, sorry, what's Saturday?

I'm sorry, is that a joke? Wow.

Rose, Jackson's seventh birthday party. Wow.

I've told you, like, five times.

I can't. I have work.

What do you mean work? It's Saturday.

I work Saturday.

See, this is exactly why

you have to get out of that gross hospital

and into a private practice... Gross?

It is not gross. Working normal-people hours.

Rose, there have to be plenty of crazies out there

who will actually pay you for your time.

Thank you so much for your input, Greg.

That's very sweet.

I'm just saying, why become a doctor

if you can't get disgustingly rich?

You're kidding, right?

Rose loves being a doctor. She'd do it for free.

What...

Well, on the subject of wasted earning potentials,

we could always sell the fucking house. Can we not right now?

I don't understand you. It's just sitting there.

We grew up in that house.

Rose, it's a total teardown. Why not just get the money for the land?

Can you guys just shut the fuck up?

Wow.

Thank you.

Thank you so much. Sure.

I've been looking forward to this.

You okay?

Yeah.

Morning, Doc.

Morning.

Hey. Yesterday, that patient, Laura Weaver...

The police had sent a report about a different incident that she was involved in.

Can you get that forwarded to me?

You got it, Doc.

Also, I was supposed to have a session with Jane Park.

Oh, yeah. She pulled out a bunch of her hair overnight and swallowed it all.

They took her down to medicine to have her stomach pumped.

Shit.

Uh, Rose.

What... What are you... I was on a... I was on a call nearby,

and I just thought I would...

Um...

You know, we didn't really get to talk yesterday,

other than the whole... Whole thing.

And I just wanted you to know that when the call came in,

I had no idea it was gonna be you.

So, I'm sorry if that was weird.

It's your job. I get it.

How you been?

Joel, why are you here?

You know, like I said, I was on a call nearby, and I just,

you know, thought I would...

come check on you.

After everything that happened yesterday, that's... that's not an easy thing.

Okay. I appreciate it, but I don't need you to check on me.

Right.

No, yeah, I mean... Sorry.

I have to get back to work.

Yeah.

See you around.

You do know she's engaged, right?

Yeah.

I'm single.

Hello. Hi.

Um, look, I just wanted to say sorry about last night, okay?

I shouldn't have kept going at you like that.

Uh, no, I...

I should apologize.

I've been just dealing with some stuff.

I wasn't being very good company.

Okay. If you can't make it to your nephew's party tomorrow,

you could at least get him a present.

If you need an idea, he's really into electric model trains.

Uh-huh.

You sound weird. Are you okay?

Yeah, no, I'm fine.

Hey, Carl.

How you feeling today?

Carl.

Carl?

She's gonna die. I'm gonna die.

Everybody dies. Carl, look at me.

You're going to die.

You're going to die.

You're going to die.

You're going to die. You're going to die.

You're going to die. You're going to die.

You're going to die. Help!

Help! This patient is 5150!

He needs to be restrained! Go, go, go!

No! No!

No!

No! No! No! No!

No! No!

No! No!

No!

He was aggressive.

Acting psychotic.

Carl Renken has been in and out of here a dozen times

and has never exhibited behavior even remotely aggressive.

Do you think I'm making it up? Of course not.

But yesterday, a patient in your care

killed herself brutally in front of you.

Is it possible, when you presumed

that Carl Renken was a danger to himself,

that that's what your mind was reacting to?

I suppose I could've misinterpreted the situation and overreacted.

Okay.

So, here's what's gonna happen.

You're gonna take a paid week off.

Morgan, that's really not necessary.

You've been working 80-hour weeks for months.

I'm concerned that you haven't been sleeping.

We can't help these patients unless we have our own mental health in check.

And it's in the unit's best interest

if you just take a week and clear your head.

Just do what you gotta do and come back focused, okay?

Fuck!

Hello? This is First Line Security.

May I have your name and the passcode?

Uh, Rose Cotter.

Um, "Acapulco."

Ma'am, we've detected a door alarm.

Yeah, uh, the... the back door of my house is open.

Are you alone in the house, ma'am?

Yes.

Are you sure?

What? Are you sure you haven't let something inside, Rose?

Look behind you.

Shit.

Hello?

This is First Line Security.

May I have your name and the passcode?

We did a full sweep inside and out. It's all clear.

Um, what about the back door?

Is it possible it wasn't fully latched last time it was closed?

I... I don't know. Maybe.

Hey, I wouldn't worry about it.

These false alarms happen all the time.

If anything else comes up, you can give us a call.

Okay.

Evening, sir.

Um, evening.

What happened?

Mustache?

Mustache.

So, is there a reason you set the alarm?

Uh...

I literally don't remember doing it.

I must have just, like, set it by accident or something.

By accident?

Sorry. Sorry.

My head has just been in this, like,

foggy, creepy, spacey place all day.

And there was this weird incident at work and then...

And then my boss is making me take a...

Sorry.

Everything is okay. Are you sure?

No, no, I'm fine. I was just venting.

Okay.

Can you see if you can find Mustache?

I haven't seen him anywhere at all.

Yeah.

Rose, did you break another glass?

Mustache?

Come on, kitty.

Please. Please.

Mustache.

It looks like people. It looks like different people.

Sometimes it pretends to be someone that I know.

Sometimes it's a random stranger. Sometimes...

Sometimes it looks like my grandfather

who died in front of me when I was seven.

- But it's all the same thing. - It...

It's smiling at me, but not a friendly smile.

It's the worst smile I've ever seen in my life.

And whenever I see it, I just get this god-awful feeling

like something really terrible is gonna happen.

Oh, my God! No! No!

No! It's here! Please!

Get away! Please! No!

I... I have a patient emergency in eval 2.

I need staff here now. Hurry.

Laura?

Laura?

Laura?

Rose.

Laura?

Rose!

Rose?

Whoa! Oh, my God! Rose! Rose! Whoa, whoa!

What the fuck? Rose, put the knife down!

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