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high-risk patients.

You won't often be asked

to come down here.

Trust me, it's a good thing.

What is it?

Housing for potential

murderers, lunatics...

Your everyday

garden-variety maniacs.

- That sounds interesting.

- Look...

this is where they tuck away

people everyone wants to forget.

The ones

you never hear about.

Unless they have the chance to

act on their natural instinct.

Which is?

To rip you limb from limb.

Welcome to the madhouse.

After you.

Wallace.

Hey, sugar. They been

asking for you all day.

This is Clark. He'll be

with us for a while.

My condolences.

Here you go.

He's going to need

your belt.

Here's the drill. Stay behind

the yellow line at all times.

If you need help...

push the alarm

at the end of the hall.

I need your pen...

and any other sharp

objects on you.

They can't get out,

can they?

That's what they

keep telling me.

Nice to meet you.

- Ready for this?

- Sure.

I've volunteered in a

couple of hospitals before.

I can't believe they keep

patients down here.

Run into that on your

volunteer work?

Let me out.

I have something for you.

Where are you going?

Where are you going?

You are not going to

leave me down here!

Get back here

and hook a sister up!

Severe obsessive-compulsive

disorder.

She has to do everything

in sets of nine.

Including the doses

of strychnine...

she gave

her preschool class.

- Paranoid?

- Homicidal.

Sara! Sara!

- Sara, help!

- No, it's okay. It's okay.

Drake!

Royce is at it again.

Can you bring

his meds down?

Royce, calm down! It will be fine.

Drake's on his way with your meds.

God! Sara!

Let go! Let go!

Drake!

It's all right.

He didn't hurt me!

Drake!

He didn't hurt us.

Let's hope he gets

it right next time.

Here, big guy.

Thanks, kid.

I owe you one.

Let's get out of here.

Betty, this is Wallace.

I'm heading home.

Drake is here.

Dottie's got a roast waiting

that has my name all over it.

That's a big 10-4, Wallace.

You have a nice evening. Over.

10-4, Betty. You, too.

Over and out.

Hello?

Hey, I saw you.

Why don't you come out

and introduce yourself?

Drake,

are you still here?

I could use help. I have

a situation in the rec room.

Once again, Alice...

are you going to do what your

caretaker is requesting of you?

You're hurting my arm!

I'm trying to make sure

you don't hurt yourself.

Take your pills

if you want to get better.

Doesn't that make sense,

sweetheart?

I'm going to ask that

you take your medication...

or I'm afraid I'll have to

resort to disciplinary measures.

He'll watch

when you are sleeping.

Do we have an understanding?

Do you think I enjoy

hurting you like this?

That medicine

don't work on me!

Alice!

- Stop!

- Bite your tongue, Carl!

You're hurting her!

Get away from me,

you f*ggot!

- It's okay.

- Drake!

You get back!

It's late for you,

isn't it?

It wants me

to go to sleep now.

Let's go.

Kid!

Unbelievable.

I saw you come down here.

Why don't you come out?

Hey, kid, come on.

This isn't a good place to be.

You could get...

hurt.

Safety alarm

at the end of the hall.

- Jesus!

- There's no one in there.

Dr. Morton, how long

have you worked here?

I've worked here

for 27 years.

- That's a long time.

- You have no idea.

That were you doing

down there after hours?

I followed the little boy.

That kid running around.

He broke into my room.

I chased him to see

who he was.

It's strange that he runs

around here at night.

I guess the whole place

is a little strange

- Occupational hazard.

- I guess so.

That noise I keep hearing,

what is that?

It sounds like it comes

from the basement.

I figured it was

the water pipes?

Maybe.

Well, what is it?

It's an old building.

It can be a variety of things.

- But...

- Buildings are like people.

They remember everything that

happened to them through time.

Sometimes...

they don't like

what they remember.

- What do you mean?

- A while back...

we had a patient

down in Cell 44.

He was the saddest sickest

subject I've ever come across.

One night he...

dug himself out...

but he got turned around

and couldn't find his way.

What happened?

He jumped out

a third-story window.

Did he die?

Some say he died when

he hit the ground.

Some say they caught him and

locked him back up. But I...

I believe

he's still here...

trying to dig his

way out and go home.

You believe that?

Either that or he came back

to run this place.

Mr. Stevens...

I have a wet cleanup in

the TV room.

If you're not too busy,

perhaps you could mop it up?

Sure.

Sneaking around...

leaving maximum

security open.

You've had quite

a first night, Mr. Stevens.

- I wasn't sneaking around.

- Speak to me.

Nurse Hendricks called for help

over the radio and I came.

And?

And I got to the rec room and

realized she didn't need help...

being that she was using

a taser on a patient.

Some patients have

to be constantly reminded...

who has the upper hand.

Refusing to take medication

doesn't warrant an electrical burn.

- Stevens...

- This place is a mess.

It's dirty, it's unsafe,

it's understaffed.

Are you aware there are children

running around here at night?

No one gets in or out

without my authorization.

What about the patient that

escaped from the basement?

Dr. Morton told me about...

a patient who escaped.

Dr. Morton doesn't know

what he's talking about.

Look, let's start over again,

all right?

While it's no secret this

place could use fixing up...

most of the patients

housed here are content.

You know why? They have

no place else to go.

I'll make you a deal.

Stick to the rules,

mind your own business.

I'll consider some of the

suggestions you put together.

Are we in agreement,

Mr. Stevens?

Fine.

Well, hello there, busy bee.

Good morning.

What are you trying

to pull here?

I have no idea what

you're talking about.

Albert, things

will change here...

or I'm placing

a call to the board.

I know what you are up to.

Hey, new guy!

Hey there.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

I'm on my way back

to my room.

Do you want to sit in on an

obsessive-compulsive group...

at 3:
30?

It's my own little session.

It sounds great, really...

But, I don't want to get into

any more hot water.

- Why, what's wrong?

- Nothing.

I was in Frank's office

and I saw something weird.

He has a lot

of weird books.

One, in particular

on his desk...

he put it away

when he realized I saw it.

Are you sure you're not a private

detective disguised as an intern?

- I'm a dork?

- You're a dork.

The guy reads weird books.

Maybe he's learning about

his bedside manner.

Sara, to the nurses' station,

please.

Copy.

- Got to go.

- Good luck.

Good night,

Nurse Hendricks.

- Everyone in bed?

- All tucked in.

I'm almost done.

If you don't need anything

I'll go lay down.

I'll check it out.

Is there something

we can help you with?

It's bedtime!

I don't have time for foolishness!

Come out and show yourself.

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