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Have you -- have you made

anything we can sell?

What are these for?

Your mom and dad are here.

Come on. Dinner.

I-I-I don't like whiteness

anymore because --

Because there were a lot of

white walls in the hospital?

And up here.

I finished.

Good girl.

Conor's never gone a week

without making something.

Do you think he might need

a bit of privacy?

Mrs. Casey, I've left him alone

for hours at a time,

and there's no change.

I'm sure that Dr. Sud explained

the prognosis.

Conor will not return

to his old self.

- There's been too much damage.

- Okay.

Well, all I'm saying is he might

need a bit more space, you know,

without you looking.

- Mrs. Casey.

- Just a bit of space, Dr. Fielding.

Keep up the pace!

Come on, Casey!

Keep at it!

Keep going!

- Simon, Lenny, Fergus, Mike.

- Congratulations, Simon.

Hey, Lenny.

That's how he likes it.

- Is he under?

- Yeah.

I stressed that little fish

place in town.

- Oh, it's nice.

- You know, it's nice lighting. - Yeah.

And, um, about, you know,

two days ago, I get a text,

and suddenly, it's -- it's a tea.

As in a cup of tea?

No, as in an afternoon tea.

Sandwiches.

You know, cake, tea.

And I just thought, um, you know,

"What does he mean?

What does -- what does that mean?"

It's like some sort of --

it's like a downgrade.

Ohh.

Where?! Where?! Where?!

Papa Schnitzel, wake up!

- Con.

- Yeah?

Conor.

Papa Schnitzel.

Come, sweetheart.

Conor, get off, get off,

get off me!

Conor, get off me!

It's okay.

It's all right.

It's all right.

You were sleepwalking.

Okay?

Okay.

All right.

We just have to leave it

behind this time.

I don't think so.

In you go. Go on.

I want to break that camera,

Dr. Fielding.

I swear to God.

When it's too late to go home

And you're tired of being alone

I can see it in your face

I can see it in your face

When you're running out of time

And you need some...

I won't break your camera,

Dr. Fielding.

I swear to God...

Again.

Thank you.

That would be good.

Uh, Mrs. Casey?

Vanetia, for Christ's sake.

Two weeks of "Mrs. Casey" is

long enough.

And I'm gonna call you Ted...

Ted.

Where did the "Schnitzel" thing

come from?

Oh.

Well, the Schnitzels -- they were

this Austrian family

Conor and I met on our honeymoon.

They were always

ridiculously cheery.

"Impossibly optimistic" is how

Conor described them.

- That's funny.

- Hmm.

I've been Schnitzel-ing the sh*t

out of it, haven't I?

- Night.

- Good night.

Week 3, tape 9 -- second family

outing to the store.

Oh, this zip keeps sticking.

Sorry, Noni, you're gonna have

to go like that.

Okay.

Going outside.

Going outside!

Did you see that?

Will he ever get the money

thing?

You know, never mind.

Don't tell me.

I don't want to know.

Sympathy Susan alert.

Who's sympathy Susan?

You poor thing.

How are you coping?

How is he today?

Must be desperate.

I hate pity.

It is like someone wrapping a wet

blanket around you when you're cold.

And that woman can talk.

- Vanetia Casey!

- Ah! Susan!

How are you coping?

Brilliantly, thanks!

Oh, and have you met

my what's-ologist?

This is Dr. Fielding.

Hello, doctor.

I have heard about you.

You're from America.

I could tell by the tan.

You wouldn't get many around

here with a tan like that.

How's poor Vanetia?

I mean, there's probably no recovery

from this, is there, doctor?

- Well, I --

- I doubt it very much.

I mean, my brother knew

somebody who -- and so young.

I mean, it's so shocking.

How are you getting on there?

I should actually...

What is that Conor?

Come on. Let's go.

This is you, Ted.

Contaminations continue, mostly

when Conor is distracted or tired.

Obsession with making wooden

spheres continues.

Come in.

Can you come

into the kitchen, please?

I need to talk to you.

Ted...

I saw the birthday

card in your room...

"For a special boy."

So, you...

Yes, I did.

A colleague of mine arranged it.

It's completely inappropriate.

And this was his idea

of a joke -- a terrible joke.

So you think it's a joke...

Having drugs sent to this house?

Not me!

A friend --

not even a real friend.

It was more of a-a colleague.

So you had drugs sent to a house

with two kids in it?

I know.

You had marijuana sent to a house

where you should be working

in a professional capacity.

I will completely understand

if you feel that --

Ted, you get it out now.

And start rolling.

Hap-hap-hap,

Happy birthday!

Come on, now!

Happy Birthday!

Hap-hap-hap,

Happy birthday!

You didn't have to do this.

Happy, happy,

Happy birthday!

Do you want to dance all night?

Go on. Blow out the candle.

You know the drill.

Do you want to dance all night?

Now go on.

Go and get your gear.

- It -- it really was from a friend,

by the way. - Okay.

I don't think you are.

Are you?

No, nothing came out.

Oh, there you go.

Definitely some got in there.

You know.

Conor used to be a night owl,

if you can believe that.

He stayed up late last night,

actually.

He was watching some...

Animal show on the TV.

He's obsessed.

What?

I thought you didn't want

to know things.

It's been a month.

Guess I should

start knowing things.

Animals demand less of him.

He can relate to their --

their simpler emotions.

No mixed feelings,

so no psycho-drama.

There's nothing but drama

from where I'm standing.

"Sundowning" means he gets more

confused in the evenings, right?

I like that one.

"Sundowning."

Hey, no yawning.

It wasn't -- not a full yawn.

You're trying to swallow it back.

Okay, I yawned a little teeny bit.

I know.

Peddling.

Peddling?

Yeah. Cycling.

I think it's gonna rain.

Aye, it's much more fun

in the rain.

- Go on.

- No. No, thank you.

Don't do that.

Slow down!

Slow down!

You're going too fast!

- I haven't ridden a bike in a while.

- Come on.

And it's very wet. I don't think

I've ever ridden one in the rain.

- All right, how about --

- Mmm!

This is so good.

How about, uh...

"Conor Casey's stroke of bad luck:

Or a tale of two Conors"?

You know, something catchy.

I want our chapter to stand out.

Well, unfortunately,

it'll probably be something

a little dryer.

Such as?

"The impact of extensive

medial frontal-lobe damage

on theory of the mind."

What's theory of the mind?

- You're right. It's boring.

- No.

- No.

- I really do want to know.

It's our capacity to understand

our own and others' mental states,

our ability to guess what someone

else is feeling or thinking.

I know.

"Dr. Do-little",

as in loves animals and...

Does very little.

Ted.

Ted.

Ted.

What?

Aah! Now stop that!

Lenny! Connor!

Lenny, Lenny, Lenny, Lenny!

Lenny! Easy! Lenny, easy!

Get up! Come on!

Lenny! Stop that!

Why do you play that?

Conor!

It's never a dull day.

Have we got our balls?

God. Whose is this?

Do you -- do you mean

that animals talk to us?

- Oh.

- Is that what you're saying?

I'm not saying animals

talk to us.

They don't, but they do

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