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mistreatment of patients?

When my father ran this hospital,

psychiatry and the treatment

of the criminally insane

were uncharted territory.

Perhaps some of the treatments

at that time may have seemed radical,

but I can assure you

they were undertaken

with the best interests

of the patients' welfare.

Including the drowning machine?

Aquatic reinforcement.

My father believed in techniques

which utilized

the concept of operant conditioning--

rehabilitation through punishment.

He had built a machine

that submerged a patient in cold water

if they responded or acted out

in an incorrect manner.

But as I said, we've--

we've learned from my father's mistakes.

Times have changed.

You currently use restraint collars.

The possibility for misuse is--

Nothing goes on in this facility

that I'm not fully aware of.

You have to remember we're dealing

with dangerous offenders.

Precautions have to be taken.

Then I'm sure you wouldn't mind

if I take a quick peek

at the living conditions of my client.

No offense, Miss Garvey,

but the reason Mr. Grierson is not

in the electric chair right now

is because of me,

no matter how good you look

in the business suit.

Well--

If the next words out of your mouth

are not "Thank you and goodbye,"

I'm not interested.

I run this facility

and I make the rules.

And you can just get used to it.

And don't pout when you don't get

what you want.

It's not becoming.

Carl.

Sir?

Have Dr. Morgan give Miss Garvey

a tour of the facility

and then escort her off the grounds.

Only doctors should engage

in personal discussion.

This is the one.

This is it?

Yeah.

And how are you planning on getting in?

You stole it from Jamie?

Borrowed.

And I guess you know

the pass code too, right?

If she hasn't changed it.

Access granted.

Sometimes I hate you.

Dr. Morgan, are you sure

you can't let me see Mr. Grierson?

You know I can't.

You know, I saw your husband

almost every day in court.

It must be really hard on him

knowing that his sister's killer

is just a few feet away from his wife.

- We're not together anymore.

- Access granted.

Sorry to hear that.

Have a nice day, Miss Garvey.

I'm sure you know your way out.

You gave me this, remember?

Yeah, and I gave you that.

But we're not even close to being even.

It's okay.

I just want to talk.

And since you can't talk,

this is gonna be a little one-sided.

Do you remember her?

You killed my sister,

you son of a b*tch.

Not so tough

without your costume, are you?

Attention all staff,

Dr. Morgan, please report

to Harold Grierson's cell immediately.

Dr. Jamie Morgan

to cell 22A immediately.

Thank you.

We've got to get out of here.

Johnny, you heard the--

What the hell are you doing?

Mind your business, Pete.

Johnny, you said you wanted some time

to make him sing.

He's not singing.

Sure he is. He just don't know the tune.

I'm sorry, but I can't let you do this.

Yes, you can.

Let me do this.

Johnny.

You know why we came, Pete.

You can pretend like you don't,

but you do.

Let me do this, Pete.

I figured if I was gonna do

something crazy,

this would be the place.

What are you gonna do?

Access granted.

God damn it.

Johnny?

What the hell are you guys doing here?

Surprise.

Back to your corner, Harold, now.

Come on, we're gonna get you

out of here before D--

Dr. Parker.

I'm surprised to see you here, Johnny.

Well, I was just in the neighborhood

and I decided to drop by personally

and thank you

for all your tremendous

insight at the trial.

You don't think a man who dresses

as a wolf has psychological problems?

Not my call to make.

No, it's not.

I can appreciate

your emotional predicament.

Johnny Morgan, age five,

witnesses the death of his sister

at the hands of a costumed killer;

age six through 16-- a problem child,

moves from school to school;

age 18, he finds a purpose,

find Jesus, studies to be a cop;

age 25, he's top of the class,

becomes a detective,

hoping to make a difference.

Shortly thereafter

his sister's killer reappears

and kills his partner.

How am I doing?

You flatter me.

Let's just say I could write a book

about a boy who has the opportunity

to kill his childhood demon and fails.

Of course it would be

a very short book, but nevertheless...

The night's still young, Bob.

Listen to me, son.

I let you play your little game

in there, but your fun's over.

The only reason I'm not having you

hauled out of here in handcuffs

is because it would be

an embarrassment to this institution

and damage its reputation,

not to mention the reputation

of its lead doctor.

I assume you still care

what happens to her.

I mean, someone has to,

what with you obsessing

about the past and all.

I assume I can count on you

to make sure he doesn't cause

any more trouble.

Yes.

Hey Jamie.

Pete.

Jesus, Johnny, he could have

had you arrested for this.

You stole my ID card.

Do you have anything

to say for yourself at all?

You're not wearing our wedding ring.

What?

Our wedding ring--

you're not wearing it.

We're not together anymore, Johnny.

We're--

I kept your name.

Yeah.

Look,

I know this has been tough on you.

If you want to talk, we can--

Don't. Don't do that.

I'm not one of your patients.

That's not what I meant.

If you want to stick around,

we can hang out

after my session with Mabel.

Sure.

What about you, Pete?

Point me in the direction

of the kitchen and I would.

Although security remains foremost

in the minds of staff,

- So how have you been?

- ...the well-being of the patients...

Good.

I've been okay. You?

Okay.

Hey, you two. Johnny,

I have been looking all over for you.

You just disappeared on me.

Yeah, sorry about that.

Listen, Dr. Parker said

that he is not going to be able

to see Sabrina after all today.

And I don't know what to do.

We still have that session with Mabel.

Don't worry about it, Karen.

We'll figure something out.

I can look after her.

You will?

I'm here.

You might as well put me to some use.

She doesn't talk very much.

That's okay. Neither do I.

Okay, listen, sweetheart.

Now you be a good girl

and you listen to Mr. Morgan.

And I'll see you real soon, hmm?

You little sneak--

taking my earring. When did you do that?

Thank you.

Now you be good. Promise?

Both of you.

So that was cool of Santa

to give you his hat, right?

Dear Santa

I'm writing this letter

To ask...

- My mama's dead.

- ...a favor of you

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

I don't remember her all that well.

I don't like to.

It hurts, you know?

A reminder that every Tuesday

cleaning of cell blocks 5 and 15

will commence.

Please make the ne--

Johnny.

Nothing to worry about.

I'm sure the power is gonna be

back on in no time.

You want to hold the flashlight?

Miss Garvey.

Excuse me.

What are you doing still here?

Wrong turn.

Unlikely. Regardless,

I don't have time for this.

Does this happen often?

The whole asylum is in lockdown.

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