Hand of God

Well, I see Nathan still hasn't made his mind up about the decor.

Mr. Brooks has a curator change out the art every month.

He says it fosters neural plasticity.

I feel more plastic already.

So I compiled the login information you asked for...

Miss Wu's calendars, Dropbox, etc.

Oh, great. Let me know if there's anything else.

I wanna pick up exactly where Anne left off.

And here's your office.

We'll have that swapped out this afternoon.

You have a key to that?

No, but I'll get Office Services to unlock it ASAP.

Trick-or-treat.

Ha-ha. Come on in, old man.

That's a lot of luggage for one night.

It's a carry-on.

Carry on to what, the fucking Titanic?

Well, it's everything I got until, uh,

you know, Crystal takes me back.

Yeah, but you're only gonna be here for one night,

because that's what we agreed on.

That's what you said, right?

Mmm...

No, no, no, no, not "Mmm."

This can't be a long-term thing.

Get a hotel.

You're one of the richest motherfuckers I know. Buy a hotel.

It's not gonna be a long-term thing, okay?

I gotta work some shit out.

Okay, look, I'm running late.

Don't try to sweet talk me, all right?

Here are the rules.

Everything on the third shelf of the fridge,

that's my healthy blood-pressure food.

Don't touch it.

Phone rings, don't answer it.

And no visitors.

Those are the rules, P.

So I got a doctor coming over. Gonna need someplace private.

What's wrong with his office?

He's coming from San Francisco. I'd do it at the house, but...

You can't wait a few days before you get a checkup?

Well...

He's a neurologist.

I'm seeing things again, Bobo.

Fuck you, man.

You're gonna spring that on me now.

This guy's gonna get to the bottom of it.

Point is, nobody can know about this.

You mean, don't tell Crystal.

She finds out, I never get her back.

We don't have to worry about that,

because she'll be too busy starting her new job.

What new job?

You can't be here. I told Nathan you wouldn't be...

Fuck Nathan.

You took her job?

You're in her office.

He loved her.

What?

These are love letters to Anne Wu.

"I didn't know what I was missing until I met you.

"I didn't know there were more pieces of me

"until I felt how perfectly we fit.

Love, Doc Woo."

Signed W-O-O.

You get it?

That was her pet name for our son.

Crys, I know what you're doing.

It wasn't a fling.

He loved her.

And I thought he loved Jocelyn.

He did.

Oh, right.

He loved both of them. How does someone do that?

- They don't. - You do.

I thought I did.

Get this through your head.

I haven't seen Tessie in months, and I have no plan to.

I love you...

and only you,

and I don't wanna see you torturing yourself.

I don't give a shit about your girlfriend.

I want answers.

PJ.

PJ is dead. That's what we get.

- You gotta stop this. - Did you stop?

When people asked you to stop, did you stop?

No.

And it cost me everything.

She stole from PJ.

She had his wife raped,

off of that fucking software, Bathwater.

What if I can find it?

Well, it's not gonna change what happened.

We can move on from this, but we gotta do it together.

Pernell, you need to get it into your fucking head

that we will never do anything together ever again.

Get the fuck out.

You been here a while?

Uh, two days.

We just got here last night.

People never seem to get sick

during regular business hours, huh?

Hmm.

- Who's sick? - My mom.

She has a...

um...

perforated abdominal viscous,

apparently.

You?

My, um...

My congregant.

You're a minister?

- She got shot. - Oh, my God.

She's pregnant.

Is she okay?

Mr. Curtis?

- What's wrong? - Zach...

They said I lost too much blood.

They couldn't save him.

They couldn't save the baby.

I appreciate you taking me on, Doc.

Could use some good news right about now.

Yeah, let's not get ahead of ourselves.

I haven't decided to be your doctor yet.

You came all this way just to say maybe?

No. I also visited with... What's his name, Dr. Williams?

He said that you're seeing things.

But your MRI shows no brain swelling,

no growths, no thyroid issues.

Have you ever wanted to cut yourself open

to remove the insects that were crawling around under your skin?

- No. - Okay.

So then it's not Ekbom Syndrome.

There's the writing thing.

The only time you can't control what you write

is when you use that special pen.

When did this start?

About a week ago.

Anything happen recently that might have triggered all this?

You're aware I can read, right?

I already know that you're on trial for murder.

I know about your son, too.

So if you're not gonna be upfront with me,

then I'm going to get bored,

and then I'm going to leave.

The thing all started with my son.

That's when the hallucinations kicked in.

But they went away after he died.

And then I found his pen.

And then they started again.

But thisis not psychological, Doc. This is something else.

Okay.

Let me look at the pen.

Write your name.

"Sweet panic." What is that?

I've never seen those words before.

Okay. Do me a favor.

Look up.

Hold straight.

Okay, good.

Good job.

Okay. Why don't you try again?

What the...

I tried this a thousand times. It never happened before.

- That's a dirty fucking trick. - I call it an experiment.

What this experiment shows me is that you're not faking it.

There is something going on inside your head.

Can you fix it?

- Maybe. - Wait a second.

Where are you going, Doc?

I just proved here there's something wrong with me.

I need to get supplies.

Well, how long's that gonna take?

Well, it's about a two-hour drive.

I'm kind of hungry, so I'm gonna have dinner.

And then I'm gonna sleep for seven to eight hours.

Doc, this can't wait till tomorrow.

- Are you suicidal? - No.

Then it can wait.

Hey, Dude! How many times? You can't sit here.

I'm with Duck Dynasty.

Excuse me. Thank you.

Here you go.

I'm gonna pray to St. Anthony now.

Dear St. Anthony, please come around.

There's something that's lost and cannot be found.

I gotta do it twice.

Dear St. Anthony, please come around.

Something is lost and cannot be found.

My capsule.

He does that every day, same time.

- How's that? - The balcony man.

Comes out every day same time with his phone.

Anyway.

Now, we wait for St. Anthony.

To do what?

To find my capsule.

Let's make this quick.