Madhouse Page #3

I don't have time to waste

and I don't want to hurt you.

Who are you?

You are only

hurting yourself.

Well...

I suppose if you aren't

going to come out...

you'll have to make yourself

cozy until Drake arrives.

He'll find a way to convince

you to go back to your room.

Stop!

Why are you doing this?

Stop!

I know you're all devastated

by what happened.

I want to know which patient did

this and I want to know by tonight.

Betty will assign

each of you a section.

I want you to

interview the residents.

They trust you. I want you

to use that trust.

Keep the authorities out, or the

patients will give you nothing.

Then we will thoroughly review

the security and safety protocol.

- Let's get going.

- Roger that.

I can't believe

this happened.

I worked with her

for 25 years.

She was such a nice lady.

Dr. Morton?

Get Dr. Shores,

take the West Wing.

Everything's okay.

Dr. Douglas said she was

with you before it happened.

- Did you see anyone?

- We heard someone in the hall...

and she went

to check it out.

Then I heard loud music

and I...

They think

a patient did it?

Clark! You and Drake

are in the basement.

Don't be afraid, Clarkie.

I'll protect you.

All right.

I have to go.

Yeah, sure.

- We didn't see...

- Anything.

- We were sleeping.

- Our door is locked.

Tight as a drum.

Are you dating Sara?

If you remember anything,

let me know.

I'll kill you, you freak!

I'll make sure you rot there

the rest of your life!

What's wrong?

I'll teach this freak

to show respect.

Take a break.

I'm almost done here.

I'll be out in a minute.

Why don't you come inside and

I'll make us a Remy Martins?

It's the ones

who protest too much...

that end up wearing

their wives' panties!

Why won't you

talk to me?

It might help you

sort things out.

How does it feel to be

convinced something is there...

when logic tells you

it's not?

I thought

I was hearing things.

Now you know what

madness feels like.

That's a feeling

you'll never forget.

Why are you sitting

in the dark?

lllumination only reminds me

of what I've become.

What's your name?

That's a subjective question.

There was a problem here

last night.

So we're taking time

with each resident...

asking them if they heard

or saw anything unusual.

Funny you'd ask a madman...

if he's seen

anything unusual.

All right, thank you.

Pretty strange place,

this Cunningham Hall.

- How so?

- Bad things going down here.

But you know that.

What kind of bad things?

Take that sick individual

lurking around, for instance.

Someone who's comforted

by the warmth of fresh blood.

Who do you think it is?

You're a smart boy,

you'll figure it out.

Is it you?

The top of the food chain would be

a good place to start looking.

Are you speaking

of Dr. Franks?

They're cell numbers

on a prescription to me.

Go to Betty or Wallace to find

out who the hell they are.

They wouldn't know their

own names if you asked them.

Can you tell me what the patient

in cell 44 was diagnosed with?

I just keep them doped up.

Do you know

what medication he's on?

You sure have

a lot of questions.

Risperdex. That's what

they're all on down there.

- An antidepressant.

- Have you seen the place?

Thank you, Grace.

You're breaking

rule number one...

about working

in a place like this.

What's that?

Taking what

the patients say seriously.

I'm not.

Believe me, I'm not.

I did hear Hendricks

and Franks arguing...

the night she got killed.

You have to understand these

patients are totally delusional.

They'll tell you things they

actually believe to be true.

But hardcore schizophrenics in

particular can't be trusted.

Take what they say

with a grain of salt.

I understand that.

It just seemed weird.

He was being cryptic.

They're paranoid.

They have it out for Franks because

he's keeping them locked in here.

You're reading too much

into this conversation.

You can never trust

a schizo.

Why are all the patients

in the basement...

on the same medication?

Because I'm sure they're keeping

them seriously tranquilized.

I used to love to play

outside this time of day.

Me and my friends.

We played kick-the-can...

sometimes dodge ball.

I was good at that.

Too afraid of getting hit

by the ball, I guess.

Then one day

things started to go bad.

How so?

I started seeing stuff.

Stuff before it happened.

One day my parents dropped me off

here to have some tests run.

And they never came back.

That's a rough thing

to carry with you.

You can try to steer your life

in the direction you want, but...

everything happens

as it's meant to be.

Maybe so.

I think you're not meant

to be here anymore.

You're right.

But the day I leave here...

will be the day

that I'm dead.

That's one of the bad things about

knowing stuff before it happens.

My little problem...

stems from the fact...

I was never allowed to get

in touch with my inner child.

I'm a vulnerable child...

trapped inside

an adult's body.

And wearing

an adult diaper.

- Up yours, Jimmy!

- Okay, calm down.

Look, we're all

grieving right now.

Some of us feel vulnerable...

or depressed.

Or scared.

That's right, Alice.

What makes you feel scared?

It won't stop scaring me.

What won't?

I try to close my eyes,

make it go away.

It's always right there,

watching me.

What is this 'it' that

you're referring to?

The ghost.

What ghost?

The one that runs through

the house at night.

It's always watching me

through the windows.

What does it want from you?

To make sure that I never

forget what madness feels like.

It's Betty.

Did I awake you?

Not at all.

I was just getting up.

Great. I wanted you to know

your badge is ready.

Dr. Franks wants to know if

you had anything to report...

from yesterday's interviews.

I've still got one more patient

I'd love to talk to down there...

but it seems like they

were all in their cells.

Drake checked the locks and it

didn't appear they could get out.

Just keep me posted.

I've got to type up...

the findings and give

them to the investigator.

Okay. Fantastic.

So nice of you to come down.

We seldom get visitors down

here in our little pit of despair.

Why did you stop talking to me

last time I was down here?

I'd run out of things to say.

Why don't you come into

the light where I can see you?

Come on,

we're friends by now.

Let's just say I suffered a

slight disfigurement as a child.

Since then, I choose

to live in the shadows.

All right, then.

Can you get out of this cell?

Only if someone lets me.

No more talking in circles.

Answer the question.

Are you wondering if that little

boy you keep seeing...

is somehow getting

the keys and letting me out?

What little boy?

Now who's talking in circles?

Clark, I've got Sara on

line one out here.

I'll be right up.

We'll continue

this conversation later?

You can call me Ben.

We have

to stop meeting like this.

What will the patients say?

I think it's

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