Mental

Commentary, Suarez.

Uh, the patient suffers from depression,

anxiety, and disorganized thinking.

Artis.

Mr. Sawyer's all over the map.

He also has a very good grasp

of medical, psychological terminology

straight out of the DSM-IV.

Leading you to conclude?

Factitious disorder.

Do you suspect Maliering?

There's no indication of symptoms manufactured for material gain, no.

Correct... both of you...

this time.

Is there something else, Dr. Belle?

Our new Director of Psychiatric Services arrives today,

but make no mistake,

as senior staff attending with the overall responsibility

for your supervision and training,

ultimately, whether you find a place at this hospital or not

depends entirely upon me.

Any sign of the new head honcho?

Nada.

I don't even know what I'm looking for.

Country mouse adrift in the big city.

He ran a clinic in Vermont, Carl.

He wasn't plowing the back 40.

God, what was Nora thinking?

I say give him the benefit of the doubt.

Maybe Dr. Gallagher has something to add.

Like zero experience running a high-volume psychiatric facility?

You're taking this well.

After I was screwed out of the job,

I suppose it could have always gone to you.

Should have.

Not while I have a pulse.

I refuse to get hysterical about it.

Last name Martin, first name Vincent.

We matched him up to a missing-person's report.

He was stark naked, no I.D., screaming his freaking head off,

standing in the middle of the highway.

Okay, pal. Behave yourself, huh?

Docs here are gonna fix you up just fine.

I see you! - Have a Code white.

Get it off!

Security, code 3, first floor.

I know who you are!

I can't be the only one.

Look.

Flesh -- human flesh!

No, no!

Hold it right ere.

You'll never make me like you!

Keep away!

Keep away!

You can't have me!

Hey! - Get back!

I'm real, too.

Flesh -- human flesh!

You're not alone.

Get down on the floor and put your hands behind your head.

What about them?

We'll fight em together. I've got your back.

Except we're outnumbered.

Might be better to choose our battles.

Not give up! - Not give up! Not give up! Bide our time!

Live. Live to fight another day.

Huh?

Trust me.

Trust me.

Scratch the Haldol, doctor.

Let's take the patient to seclusion and clean him up.

Excuse me?! Who the hell are you?

Dr. Jack Gallagher.

I guess I'm the new head honcho.

Staff meeting tomorrow morning.

I'll introduce you to everyone. And after that, it's all yours.

So, there I was, first day in the big city.

Suddenly, it occurs to me...

"take all your clothes off.

Give the hardworking folks in admitting a cheap thrill."

You have to admit, it did the trick.

You acted to gain a patient's trust. Fine.

But what about the respect and trust of your staff?

You think getting butt naked on your first day of work

helped you to achieve that?

Couldn't say. Never tried it before.

'Sides...

it'll be forgotten by tomorrow.

Really?

Posted on the Hospital intranet.

Want the advice of a Harvard Business School graduate?

Seek royalties.

It's been downloaded more than Paris Hilton's sex tape.

You look great, Nora.

Move in, doctor, but don't get too comfortable.

Another stunt like that, and you'll be out...

...on your very public ass.

Did you hear what happened?

I can't believe we missed it.

Looks like we're about to become a clothing-optional facility.

You have a problem with that?

Mind says no, but the body says follow.

Doctor.

Jack.

Veronica.

So, you worked under my predecessor -- Dr. Friedman?

Yes, for 10 years since my internship.

He was my mentor. Can't believe he's gone.

Or that they brought in an outsider from nowhere to take his place?

So, you're from the U.K.

Originally. What tipped you off?

And you were in Somalia with Doctors Without Borders.

That must have been intense.

Yeah.

Huh.

Nice talking to you.

They're doing some experimental drug therapy...

Vincent Martin, I'm Dr. Gallagher.

We, uh -- we met earlier.

Do you remember?

I don't. They gave me something.

Eh. That's just enough joy juice to take the edge off.

All right, here's the deal, Vince --

I'm gonna cut you loose, and you're gonna promise not to get too excited.

It's okay, Ray. Anyone gets hurt, I'm in a world of trouble.

You buy a one-way ticket to Thorazineville.

When can I go home?

Answer a question first.

Why did you stop taking your meds?

The blood work came back your system's clean.

Been off maybe two or three weeks.

I don't know. Maybe I just forgot.

It happens.

The thing is, according to your records,

it hasn't happened to you in 12 years.

What do you see out there?

It's not real.

It's in my head. I know. I know that.

Well, that puts you way ahead of the game.

I thought I could do both. I can't. I was wrong.

Thought you could do both what? - Don't worry about it.

Just put me back on my meds so I can get back to my life.

Just slow down there, Vincent. You just got here.

Come on. Let's take some time. - I don't have time!

No!

Okay? - I got to get home.

Getting you home is what this is all about.

Grayson, hi. I'm Dr. Hayden-Jones.

I understand that you'd like to attend my resident day clinic

once you've been released.

It's a condition of my suspended sentence.

I understand that you're a cat lover.

Cats are very intuitive.

A cat person is about the nicest thing you could call me.

I agree. I just wish I could have one now.

But my husband's allergic.

And I like the longhairs the best.

Mm. I have all kinds -- Tabbies, Siamese.

So I heard. You had 20 in your apartment?

Mostly strays --

They follow me home sometimes, or people give them to me.

I also heard from the police

that you had a bunch of them in your freezer.

When they died, I-I-I couldn't bury them in the ground --

so heartless.

And I couldn't burn them, you know?

Their beautiful fur?

When we lose someone we love, it -- it just plain hurts.

But eventually, we -- we learn to let go.

I don't know how to do that.

Well, that's what we can work on here.

In-house pharmacist, report to satellite pharmacy.

Dr. Gallagher.

I'm Edolie Martin, Vincent's sister.

Oh, I'm glad you're here.

Uh, you can see Vincent, of course.

But first, I've got about a million questions.

Um, I know he lives with you.

Did you know he's discontinued --

I want Vincent released to me immediately.

I'm having him transferred.

No, you're having him committed.

To Twelve Oaks Psychiatric Facility.

Ms. Martin, Vincent shouldn't be institutionalized.

He's self-aware, self-sufficient for many years.

This is a mistake.

I'm not asking, doctor.

I have Power of Attorney. Sign here.

By law, I have 72 hours to observe him.

He's only been here 8.

Then I'll be back in 64.

Oh, Dr. Gallagher.

I was wondering, have you had the chance

to go through the department budget?

Gave it a shot last night.

Man, talk about a cure for insomnia.

You do understand, of course, that it's a part

of the Director's job to approve the budget.

I'll get around to it. - Oh, you're gonna have to do better than that.