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- Hey, lads.

- How are you?

- Hi!

- She's here.

- She looks great.

- It's a big day for her.

It was Gary and Nigel.

Nigel was from over my way

somewhere -- blackburn or

something like that.

Do you remember this one,

Papa Schnitzel?

F***! Sh*t!

Oh, this bullocks thing!

So the sun goes down

and the world goes dancing

And the stars come out

and they all go dancing

And there is nothing

I'd like more

Than a twirl across

this rickety old floor

Here we are.

Here's the rabble.

Well, I don't know why,

but I just feel like dancing

You must be Dr. Fielding.

Hi, yes.

Thank you for having me.

Welcome to Ireland.

Oh, excuse me.

It's probably cleaner

than you remember.

- Should have put the bags here.

- Oh, sorry. Sorry.

Say hello to him, Paddy.

He's videoing already?

The sun goes down

and the world goes dancing

Doesn't look like he remembers.

If I could just move in front

of you there. Thank you.

Look what she made for you, Con.

I made it while you were away.

Than a twirl across

your rickety old floor

Hey. Come here.

Where is...

my blue extension lead?

Right.

Shall we leave your dad to have

a look around?

Come on, then.

Whoo!

Back in the cupboard.

Oh, yeah.

Noni, where are you

with that tablecloth?

Do you think he needs

a hand holding that camera?

You could play

doctors and nurses.

I have it.

Good girl.

I got this one 'cause

dad likes it.

It's a lovely one.

Oh, now, I have something

for you.

- Is it...?

- It is.

And money for your brother for

that swimming gear he wants.

Did you tell the doctor

you had a guest room?

He's a guest.

It's a room.

- Did you put the nutmeg in yet?

- Yes, of course.

Americans just look younger.

It's the teeth.

It is, too.

Mr. Casey, do you remember

the hospital explaining why I'm here?

Do you remember Dr. Sud

explaining why --

Mom wants to know,

are you a "vegimatarian"?

No, I'm not.

But thank you for asking.

Mr. Casey?

Can I ask what you're looking for?

I'm a squirrel.

There.

Mr. Casey?

No, no, no. Don't touch that.

Okay?

Please. It's very expensive.

There it is.

So, Ted, you're a psychologist.

- Neuropsychologist.

- Cognitive neuropsychologist.

- He's a brain doctor.

- Thank you, Noni.

- Yes.

- And you're a Professor.

Research Professor, yes.

Leading researcher,

in California.

- We looked you up.

- So you've done this before.

I don't normally do case studies,

but Mr. Casey's recovery

was very, very rare.

I'm Mr. Casey.

He's Conor.

You're paddy.

The university must have a lot

of money to do this sort of stuff.

Paddy.

It's very worthwhile.

My paper will be part of a book.

- And who sees the video?

- It's like in the hospital, Pat.

- It's stroke research.

- That's right.

You'll have to put on makeup

and a good bra

every time you come over, Paddy.

I assure you, netia,

I'm wearing a good bra.

So then what exactly

are you trying to prove?

I'm just here to observe

and document Conor's behavior.

We don't really start

with a hypothesis.

Thank God for that.

I was worried about bringing

a hypothesis into my house.

I mean, where would I put it?

What would I feed it?

Right, have we all got

everything?

Good. It's lovely.

You want some bread, darling?

I'll get bread.

I want it.

Conor.

Conor, look, could you pass me

the salt, please?

Just pick it up, son.

Pick it up.

It's all right.

It's okay.

- There we go.

- Thank you, love.

Conor.

Should be good for at least

two wishes.

Can I have another drink?

Here, love.

Next thing, she'll be running

a bed-and-breakfast.

It's twice the fee

if he stays here.

She'd be mad not to.

It's only two months.

Our son, the Guinea pig.

Oh, you're a lot more bothered

than Conor is.

He's already more himself.

I knew we just needed to get him

home, didn't I?

You did.

Come on. I'm waiting.

Hey.

They may let you sleep like

that in the hospital,

but we can't afford to heat

your bum all night.

I've missed you in this bed, Con.

I was, uh -- I was thinking

we could keep on working on this.

How's that sound?

Conor made these.

We have a distributor interested,

which means they'll be

in all the catalogs.

He sells dozens

of these windsor chairs.

It's beautiful.

And this -- well, this wood is

ash, while this is solid pine.

Morning, handsome.

Right.

Well, I'll let you two

get to work, then.

Okay.

Shall we try "s"?

Yes. "S".

- S-s-s.

- Good.

Go.

S-s... Soggy.

S-s... Sit.

- "I".

- "I".

Go.

"I".

- I...

- Want to do "j"?

"J".

Do "n".

As many words as you can.

This is just for my records,

Conor.

- Lenny's dad took our ball!

- Stop!

Stop, dad! Give it back!

Mine!

Week one -- Conor Casey, 38.

Bilateral anterior

cerebral-artery infarction.

Stroke has caused rare brain

lesions in frontal lobe.

Let go, dad!

Subject was in a coma

for one month

and in-patient rehab

the following four.

Rehab was conclusive.

Study will be observation

of subject only.

Upon return home, subject presents

primarily with agitation.

There was an initial focus

on finding something

he thinks he's lost

in his workshop.

"Relax."

"And smile just with your mouth.

And then raise your eyebrows

and drop your jaw.

Let out three hearty laughs."

What are you doing?

It's called laughter yoga.

Please stop.

Careful with those,

Papa Schnitzel.

Did Conor normally drive?

He did.

But he didn't drive normally.

This bloody adapter.

- I want a cookie.

- Hi, Christy.

- Hi, Vanetia.

- Go on.

All right.

We need two trolleys.

Can I have a euro?

- Hi, guys.

- Hey, there, loser. - Hey.

- How you been?

- Doing good.

We need two trolleys so I can buy

the items that start with "f".

We're not getting

a second trolley.

I want to sit in dad's trolley.

Can't. "N" is for noni.

I want to.

In you go.

Dad, can't this be an "n" trolley?

- No, it's an "f" trolley.

- Well, she's a little fairy.

We're not getting

a second trolley, okay?

- You're the fairy.

- Conor!

Give me the trolley.

- What are you doing?

- Get off.

- Conor, get off!

- F*ggot.

Fudgepacker, friend of Dorothy!

Conor, you stop that

and get in the shop now.

Sorry about that.

Sorry about that.

Oh, for f***'s sake.

Hi, boys.

Who's Dorothy?

You don't want to know.

You all right?

There you go. Right in there.

4:
00 A.M. week 2.

Third observed incident of

somnambulism.

Possibl--

Possibly parasomnia or other

symptomatic sleep disorder.

Do you have a family?

No.

Why?

I'm a scientist instead.

Want to play spa?

No.

I'm impressed with your

dexterity.

How many of those

have you made, Conor?

- Just need to make one more.

- Hello? Yoo-hoo.

More wood.

Come on, now, Freida the fairy.

Inside and get your hands washed.

Come on, Conor.

Dinner.

Oh, Conor! Don't!

I need more wood.

If you put it back together,

we can sell it and buy wood.

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