Medium

Now she never even plays with him.

She never plays with anything.

I'm afraid that your daughter's increasing lack of affect

is all part of her ongoing withdrawal from the world.

I don't know what that means--

"withdrawal from the world."

Is she going through some kind of depression?

Can a 12-year-old even be depressed?

Doctor, I need someone to tell me what's going on with my daughter.

Your daughter's having delusions, hallucinations.

She's displaying something

that we call "disorganized speech."

And while I'm not about to diagnosis her

from across the room,

I will tell you that these are all classic symptoms

of early onset paranoid schizophrenia.

Schizophrenia?

It's clear to me that she's very, very sick.

I'm sorry, you're just wrong.

She's not sick.

She's just going through something.

Oh, God.

Summer, what have you done?!

He wouldn't stop talking to me.

There are so many things wrong with that picture

that I don't even think I'm offended.

Yeah, what's wrong with it?

I think it's pretty good.

Well, first of all, I'm not a cheerleader.

And second of all, I don't have buckteeth.

And third of all, I don't walk around saying,

"I'm Ariel, I'm Ariel!"

But other than that, I think you, uh, you nailed it.

It's a caricature.

It's not supposed to look exactly like you.

It's supposed to tell the truth about what you're like inside.

And you're right, I think I nailed it.

Good morning, all.

Wow, Bridge, you did all those?

Looks like you've been really busy.

Yep.

Why the sudden interest in art?

Please, Bridgette' not interested in art.

Bridgette is interested in Finn who is interested in art.

Hey!

Oh, yeah? Who's this Finn?

Bridgette's boyfriend.

He is not. He's not.

He's just a friend that happens to be a boy.

And, uh, it's not the same thing.

Okay.

All right, if you say so.

Does Mom know about this?

Well, I was going to mention it to her this morning,

but she got up and went to work

before I got up,

so I didn't get to.

Thank you.

Well, I'm here, and I'm all ears.

So tell me a little bit more about this friend

who happens to be a boy.

He's really nice.

And he sits in front of me in math class.

He's into a lot of the same really cool stuff that I am.

He's really nice to me, too.

He plays with me and Bridgette on the playground.

Hmm, okay, I got it.

Finn is cool. Finn is nice.

Come on, dishes into the sink.

We're leaving in five minutes.

See you later.

Okay, see you later.

Later, Pop.

Later.

Morning, Keelin. Morning, Keelin.

Did you sleep well? Did you sleep well?

Do you think maybe this morning Do you think maybe this morning

you could try to answer you could try to answer

my questions my questions

instead of repeating them? instead of repeating them?

Any idea how this girl was able to break out of this facility?

I mean, I know the name is Mariposa Psychiatric Hospital,

but it is part of the prison system.

Based on that tape,

that girls doesn't seem terribly aggressive.

To be honest, I'm a little flummoxed.

I think we both are.

Well, obviously, we have a security presence

here at Mariposa Psych,

but in the wing where Keelin resides

it's fairly benign.

Those patients are all approaching the age of majority.

They're within a year of being released.

So as part of their treatment,

they're afforded much more freedom

than the other wings enjoy.

And the vast majority of our patients are minors,

so we see very few attempted escapes.

I know that's not much help.

So, uh, who are we looking for?

What can you tell us about her,

other than the fact that she repeats whatever anybody tells her?

Well, her full name is Keelin McKinney.

And three years ago, right before her 15th birthday,

she had an affair with her history teacher.

And about five months into it,

the history teacher broke it off.

A week later, she follows him home,

ties him up in his bed

and shoots him 12 times with her father's pistol.

The police arrive.

She's just sitting there, unresponsive,

and she slipped into a catatonic state.

And, finally, two months ago, she came out of it.

So that parroting that you saw

on the video-- that's called echolalia.

We almost always encounter it

when catatonic patients awaken.

But having said that, I've never seen the phenomena

present itself in quite the way it has with Keelin.

The depth of her recall is extraordinary.

Sometimes she spends whole therapy sessions

parroting the previous session.

Or... she did.

I don't understand.

All she could do was repeat back what people said to her,

and yet she's within a year of her release?

She was sentenced as a minor.

She's about to turn 18.

And strange as it seems, the echolalia-- that's progress.

After three years of total silence,

it's Keelin's way of coming back into the world.

And you have no idea how she was able to get out?

Maybe she snuck in the back of a delivery truck.

Hitched a ride out.

Maybe someone left a wrong door open.

None of the orderlies or the guards

are willing to admit

they know anything about what happened.

I think they're afraid for their jobs.

But I'm hoping they'll be more cooperative

when policemen are asking the questions.

I'd be happy to talk to them

and take a look around.

Dr. Woodel, this girl Keelin, what's your feeling?

Do you think she's dangerous?

I'd like to say no.

That I'm confident that my work with her

has cured her of those impulses,

but I obviously misjudged Keelin.

We all did.

So I can't answer that for sure.

So where do we start?

I thought maybe you could check out the girl's room

while I walk the grounds.

It's right upstairs, room 306.

Maybe something will come to you, you know?

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He wouldn't stop talking to me.

You here about Keelin?

I can make myself scarce, if you need some time to look around.

No, no, no, I was just leaving.

I'm Allison; I'm Allison Dubois.

I'm with the District Attorney's Office.

Hi. Summer Lowry.

You folks making any progress?

Have any idea where she is?

No, no, not yet.

Poor Keelin-- she must be terrified.

Why do you say that?

I mean, she did run away.

And the police seem to think she might be dangerous.

Dangerous?

Keelin?

They haven't met her.

I know what she did and all,

but that was a long time ago.

Keelin was the sweetest person in here.

She was my friend.

Crazy, right?

How can you be friends with someone

who hardly ever talks?

Well, the thought did cross my mind.

We actually talked all the time.

At least, I talked to her.

And she liked it, I could tell.

Believe it or not,

I think it was helping her get better.

And she helped me, too.

Don't tell Dr. Woodel, but, you know,

sometimes I liked talking to Keelin more than I like talking to him.

Yeah?

Summer, it's time for group.

Well, I have to go.

But look at whatever you'd like.

It was nice meeting you.

Yeah. Nice to meet you, Summer.

Well, I don't know what kind of work

you're doing around here,

but it certainly seems to be working for her.