All language subtitles for The.Crowded.Room_.S01E10.WEB_.x264-TORRENTGALAXY.ENG_

Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?

Who even really says that?

What does it actually even mean?

Do you really think
that's what I wanna talk about right now?

I just thought, all things considered,
it was pretty light.

You trying to be funny?

I guess I am.

Danny.

Did you see the sunset?

The sky is lousy with colors.

Jesus. You can't even see it from here.

I can imagine it.

Turns out, I'm pretty good at that.

Danny, stay with me. Let me help.

It's okay. I got this.

You don't.

You need help. Let me help.

I can keep you out now.

Fantastic. Hooray for therapy.

Danny, wake up.

Danny, let me in, please.

What?

It's quiet.

It's never been quiet before.

Danny.

Danny, wake up.

Put the kids in a bag.

Look. Put the kids in a bag.

Tight.
So you can see when they stop breathing.

Next. Step up, please.

- Hey, Stan.
- Hey, Russ.

I just gotta get a refill on that.

You got these two weeks ago, man.

- So?
- Stan.

Look, I just gotta get through this trial
and then I'm done. Okay?

I'm sorry, man.

- Come on, Russ.
- Stan.

You're holding up the line, man. Let's go.

- You know this is bullshit, right?
- I don't make the rules, man.

I served my country,
and I come in here like a fucking beggar...

- Okay... Stan, I unders... Stop!
- ...and I still get nothing.

- I'm at a deficit here.
- Calm down. They're gonna throw you out.

- It's what I'm owed!
- Okay. Come here!

I need you to book to see the doc. Okay?

Be cool.

Thanks.

Yeah?

Your Honor...

You've missed your proposal deadline.
You've been absent from several classes.

So, not great for tenure?

Rya, the testimony's over.
You've done what you can for this boy.

It's time to step away from the case.

Good girl.

Don't let emotions
get in the way of the work we do.

- Why not?
- I'm sorry?

I mean, aren't emotions
the whole reason that we do what we do?

- Rya.
- And if they aren't, shouldn't they be?

I'm late for dinner.
I'll see you in class.

Thanks.

Stan?

We gotta talk.

Suicidal ideation is textbook.
How did I not see that coming?

Don't do that.

He was in my care, Stan.

There's a long line of people
that let this kid down.

Don't make it about you.

Are you a shrink now?

I'm just saying.

All we know is if they hadn't heard him
fall off his bunk, he'd be dead.

Right now, we just gotta hope
he makes it through the night.

- Conscious? That's all they said?
- Uh-huh.

Somebody has to teach these people
more words.

- Not quite all. No.
- What else?

They cleared him to be back in court
by the end of the week.

What? Is that a joke?

As far as the court is concerned,

all he needs to hear is
two closing arguments and a verdict.

So, he's healthy enough for that.

You walk really fast.

- You walk fast.
- Long legs.

What about the jury?

Well, the judge is calling it
a medical delay, which is good for us.

Juries tend to take a suicide attempt
as a sign of guilt.

God, people never fail
to see the worst in each other, huh?

No, they don't. But not you, huh?

No, not me.
You should try to sell me a bridge.

- I'd buy it.
- Yeah.

Danny. Hi.

Oh, thank God.

Look at that. Right as rain, this kid.

Are you okay? How do you feel?

Are you in pain right now?

Is there anything that I can get for you?

Danny?

Danny is safe.

But he is also not here.
Nor will he be coming.

And for that,
you only have yourself to blame.

Please let me talk to him, Jack.

I think we all know
how that turned out last time.

That's unfair.

All I've been trying to do is help.

Imagine in a matter of days
that Danny is in prison.

And by the looks of things,
that seems quite inevitable.

Wouldn't you say?

So ask yourself,
whose help does the boy most need?

Yours or mine?

No. I think we've had
just about enough of your help,

so go find yourself another lost cause.

I'll handle it from here.

Nurse, I'm terribly tired
and would like to rest now please.

But thank you both very much...

...for coming to visit me,
doctor, counselor.

- Really...
- ...too kind. I'm sure I'll be seeing you.

Okay.

That's another fine mess
you've gotten me into, Stanley.

Laurel and Hardy. No? I suppose not.

Well, a little lowbrow culture in our
future won't do any harm, that's for sure.

I did tell you this would happen.

The world out there is not for you,
my boy.

It never was.

It's too bloody cruel.

Be a good lad. Stay put, won't you?

Don't make me fill this place with water.

We understand each other?

You should eat.

I'm not hungry.

He was at the point where he was able
to have some control over his alters.

Jack must have reasserted himself.

Maybe the kid didn't wanna come out.

After all he's seen, why would he?

What do we do, Stan?

We lose, Rya.

There's gotta be something. He...

There was no suicide note?

Nope. But this...

No, wait.
This one was on his bunk with him.

- Adam.
- Adam.

So what is it that you're taking Klonopin
hand over fist to treat?

Stuff from the war.

"Stuff from the war?"

What do you mean? Can you elaborate?

PTSD.

I was young, ROTC, all that.

I was too young for a command,
and things didn't work out so well.

What do you mean? You lost men?

Yeah. I lost a lot of men.
And I take responsibility for that.

I don't know what you mean.

I just told you. I was ROTC.

So, you volunteered.
That makes what happened your fault?

- You could look at it that way. Yeah.
- Sure.

Or you were at war, and you were a kid.

- Stop.
- Right?

Does anything about this face say,
"Please analyze it"?

That's the thing, Stan.

Everybody who's gotten hurt has
some kind of story they tell themselves.

"I shouldn't have been
walking alone at night."

- "I shouldn't have worn a short skirt."
- Yeah, I shouldn't have.

"I shouldn't have gotten angry."
"I shouldn't have talked back."

We make the bad things
that happened to us our fault.

It's a way to imagine that we have
some control, but we don't,

because bad things happen.

So, until we accept
that it's not all our fault,

we're not gonna be able to begin to heal.

You okay? Smelling toast?

Oh, my God. That's it.

Let's get this to go.
I'll explain it to you on the ride.

- Do you have a car? Is it close?
- I have a close car.

All right. It's gonna rain. We gotta go.
Can you pay the check, please?

Hey, could I get a couple to-go boxes?

So, the reason we lost...

Technically, we haven't lost yet.

Yes, but say we have. Why?

Because we need to show abuse
in a way that convinced the jury.

And we did the opposite.

Yeah, well, you can thank Candy for that.

And I'm not credible because Danny
doesn't know that he was ever abused...

- Right. I understand.
- ...just Adam.

What is this, the greatest hits
of unsuccessful testimony?

So maybe we have the wrong witness.

What happened to Danny,
what happened to Adam,

none of it was Danny's fault.

But he doesn't know that.

His guilt, his shame,

they're keeping him from being able to see
what really happened.

So we have to show him.

That's what works with Danny.

He's beautiful that way.

He will fight you, but when you show him
the truth, eventually he will believe you.

And he'll be able to see what
really happened, and so will the jury.

- It's the next exit. In a mile.
- All right.

Hey. I thought you had class.

- That ship has sailed.
- What do you mean?

I told the dean I needed another day off,
and he said I need to make a choice.

- I'm sorry.
- Who wants to be a professor anyway?

They're old. I don't wanna be old.
Nobody wants to be old.

- Right?
- Yeah.

Stan, is this gonna work?

You're asking me?

Hey.

Was just in the building.
Want to wish you luck.

You know you're fucked
when the cops are rooting for you.

Always an asshole, Camisa.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Frank wanted me to wish you luck too.

- No, he didn't.
- No, he didn't.

Things don't always
work out the way you want.

Are you talking about me or you, detective?

You put your whole heart into things.
This thing.

And no matter what happens,
that's worth a lot.

- You take care.
- You too, Matty.

Yeah.

- Bring in the jury.
- All rise.

Strange.

Stepping onto the pitch as the clock
winds down, the game already lost.

Just wish I'd done it sooner.
I might have enjoyed this.

Be seated.

Mr. Camisa,
is the defense prepared to rest?

One more witness, Your Honor.

All right. Go ahead.

The defense calls Danny Sullivan
to the stand.

That's you.

Do you solemnly swear
to tell the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth,
so help you God?

I do.

For the record,
please state your full name and address.

Daniel Sullivan.
9 Elm Road, Elm Ridge, New York.

Only, that's not true, is it?

I'm fairly certain
that that is my address.

Not your address, your name.

Are you Danny Sullivan?

Of course I'm Danny Sullivan.
Who else would I be?

- Isn't your name Jack?
- Objection.

- Whatever the defense is playing at...
- Your Honor,

Danny Sullivan has
the presumption of innocence.

It is his right, and in this case,

that requires that we at least consider
that that is not Danny.

- I'll allow it.
- Your Honor...

I'd like to talk to Danny.

- That you are, sir. In the...
- ...flesh.

And as I'm up here,
I'd very much appreciate

the chance to tell my...

...side of the story, if that's okay.

Okay, "Danny." Go ahead.

I hated my stepfather.

Before he came, it was just...

...my mom and me,
and when he did, he treated her terribly.

I guess you could say
he was abusive to her.

I begged her to leave,
but she was so scared.

Well, she was convinced he'd find her
and hurt her.

I guess that's why
I stayed so close to home.

The abuse never stopped.
If anything, it only got worse.

All I wanted was
to scare him into leaving.

I know what I did was wrong.
And I take full responsibility.

Your Honor, I have a hostile witness.

That hostile witness is your client.

And as I said, I don't believe he is.

Mr. Camisa, really, I...

I just need a little leeway,
if you'll allow it, Your Honor, please.

Mr. Camisa, you are embarrassing yourself.

Yeah.

Okay. Let's agree to disagree.

That's a handsome guy, wouldn't you say?

Indeed.

- Mr. Camisa...
- Please, Your Honor, just...

Now, who is the other boy in this drawing?

That is Adam.

And who is Adam?

I don't see how this is relevant.

But you're not in charge here.
You have to answer the question.

This is an entirely
fruitless line of questioning, Your Honor.

- Answer the question, Jack.
- I will do no such thing.

The witness will answer the question.

- Adam is... Adam was...
- ...my twin brother.

Danny's twin brother?

I think you'll find
that's exactly what I just said.

Okay.

Now... you recognize this photo?

It's from Danny's living room wall,
isn't it?

- Yes.
- Who's in the photo?

That's Candy. My moth... My mom and me.

Now, does anything about it
strike you as strange?

I don't know what you mean.

Why don't you understand?

Is there anything out of the ordinary
about this photo?

No.

Nothing at all.

Where's Adam now, Danny?

Danny?

Answer the question, Danny.

He died.

When?

When he was a boy.

Not a baby?

No, when he was just a boy.

So why isn't he in this picture?

- Or this one?
- I don't know.

Or...

Stop it!

Stop what? Stop questioning you?

- No, I wasn't talking to you. I...
- Or this one? Or this one?

Why is there only one boy
in all of these photos?

What happened to Adam, Danny?

- I'll ask again, what happened to Adam?
- No.

I fucking told you what happened to Adam.

Mr. Sullivan, there will be
no profanity in my courtroom.

I'm sorry, Your Honor. I...

Right. He died. How?

I...

Is it possible that you don't remember?

Oh, Christ. Oh, God.

Danny?

Danny?

What happened to Adam, Danny?

Hey, Dan.

Adam.

What happened to Adam, Danny?

He had to go away.

Why?

Because of what he did.

And what did Adam do?

He wanted it to happen.
He wanted Marlin to do it.

Because he wanted everything to be okay.

Because he didn't want
our mom to be alone.

He wanted Marlin...

to do whatever he wanted to him.

And he raped him over and over.

But he wanted him to.

So I had to send him away.

Who is Adam, Danny?

My brother.

But you never had a brother, did you?

No.

Who is Adam, Danny?

Me.

Adam is me.

The defense rests, Your Honor.

How did you feel? In that moment.

I just remember the quiet.

Has the jury reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

I wasn't used to it.

You know, not having voices
in my head come to my rescue.

Will the defendant please rise.

But I had found something
that would save me.

Really? What was that?

Mr. Foreman,
will you please read the verdict?

We, the jury,
do unanimously find the defendant,

Daniel Sullivan,

not guilty on all counts
by reason of insanity.

Mr. Sullivan.

Danny,
can I get a quote for the newspaper?

Can I get a quote?
How do you think this...

There you go, kid.

When I find myself in times of trouble,
Mother Mary comes to me.

You were saved by a saint? A Beatles song?

No.

It was you, Rya.

You saved me.

How did you feel?

Like crying and screaming
at the same time.

But mostly I was really tired.

It's weird, me asking the questions, huh?

Where is Ariana?

Thank you for going over this
with me though.

When you dissociate,

it's easy to lose track
of other people's feelings.

- Is that so?
- In fact, it is.

And I really missed you.

But, come on,
you can't have just been tired.

I guess, anticlimactic too.

There was no victory speech
at the courthouse.

No coming-home party.

I mean, we hadn't won your freedom,
just something smaller.

A chance.

But then you were gone.
You were just gone.

At first,
it was really hard for me to imagine

you working with another therapist.

Intellectually, I understood that
you needed to make a new relationship,

and engage in new therapies, and heal.

But honestly,
I just didn't like it that much, at first.

I missed you too.

I would check in with your new doctors,
but confidentiality.

And I just worried about you all the time.

Here we are.

Until I heard from your mom.

Hi, Mom.

Hey, Dan.

What made you finally let her
come see you after two years?

Because I realized,
no matter how much time went by,

that I would never be ready.

So I had to face the music.

It was time.

It's beautiful. What are they? Stars?

Fireflies.

Fireflies?

It's a thing of the past.

That's beautiful.

They let me paint every day.

They say it's therapeutic.

I mean, you've always been good,

but these are really somethin'.

They're actually talking about
putting a few of these in an exhibition.

Like a real artist, huh?

Yeah.

I'm in Oakville now.

It's a little apartment.

And Marlin?

For a while, he'd show up drunk
outside my building couple times a week.

Cops got involved.

And then one day, he just stopped.

And I haven't seen or heard from him
for more than a year.

A lot of counseling since.

I think about you every day.

I want you to know that.

Only, I know I haven't been a good mom.

We both know I haven't.

And the fact that I...

I let you down...

so badly.

What did you know?

You don't remember your father.

Your real father.

Truth is,
I never really wanted to tell you.

Because there wasn't much good to tell.

I was 16 when I got pregnant.

Seventeen when we got married.

And when you were four...

I came to understand that he...

So I got us as far away from him
as possible.

But being on my own...

It was more than I knew how to handle.

So when Marlin...

He seemed so strong, so dependable.

Somebody who could take care of us.

And we needed that.

We needed taking care of.

I needed it.

I think for a long time I told myself
it wasn't true.

It couldn't be true.

I couldn't have brought another man
like that into our lives.

But I did.

And I'm sorry.

What I let happen to you,

even if you never forgive me...

And I wouldn't blame you if you didn't...

because a parent is supposed
to protect their child.

And I failed.

I failed.

And I want you to know, I know that.

I know.

I'm glad you came.

Maybe I can come back.

Maybe you'll change your mind.

Maybe I'll keep asking.

She won't, though.

And if she tried,
could you ever forgive her?

She won't try.

No, probably not.

We all do the best we can.

And sometimes the best is just not enough.

They say pain makes your art better.

That's bullshit.

I agree.

But how are you? Now.

I'm the same.

Shit.

But also different.

- Why didn't you wake me?
- You're a grown woman.

Suddenly now?

- Here you go.
- Oh, no. No Dutch apple?

I'll go to the store today, since I'm
apparently your shopping service.

Sit.

Your first patient won't be here
for five minutes. It's only downstairs.

Come on, Mom.

You put a new diagnosis in the DMS.

You can't be five minutes late?

First of all, it's the DSM.

And I'm confident
you know that's not how it works.

I can't be proud of my daughter?

Is that what that is?

Please take him to school.

Hey, buddy. Gotta go to school.

I love you. Thanks, Mom.

I'm not a professor anymore. I'm a shrink.

And a mom.

Trying my best to be brave.

It's a lot of work.

The fusion therapy's working.

You're clearly integrating your alters.

How does that feel?

It's a process.

I'm just trying to be brave.

You are, Dan.

You've always been brave.

Maybe so.

- Doctor.
- Doctor.

Dan, it's about time for dinner.

Thank you so much for letting us
use your office to catch up.

My pleasure. It's an honor to meet you.

Walk me out?

Sure.

These gardens are really beautiful.

Yeah, I can see them from my window.

Everything changes with every season.

Anyway, thank you for coming today.

And thank you for everything.

What's past is prologue.

Shakespeare. I knew that.

See, they're all in you.

You've got Jack's intelligence,
Mike's charm, Ariana's confidence.

They're all you.

Not all of them.

What do you mean?

I have an unpaid debt.

It's my time to be the guardian angel.

Anyway, I'm late.
Hope to see you soon, Doc.

Me too, Dan.

When I find myself in times of trouble

Mother Mary comes to me

Speaking words of wisdom, let it be

And in my hour of darkness
She is standing right in front of me

Speaking words of wisdom, let it be

Let it be, let it be

Whisper words of wisdom, let it be

And when the brokenhearted people
Living in the world agree

There will be an answer, let it be

For though they may be parted

There is still a chance
That they will see

There will be an answer, let it be