Legion

- Way to go, son! - Oh!

- -

- - Whoo!

He's a bad kid.

Why don't you listen? What's wrong with you?

- You are stupid. - Stupid, stupid, stupid.

You're an idiot!

Yeah, you'd lose your head if it wasn't attached.

Lose your damn head.

Nobody cares about you.

Nobody cares about you.

You must take one pill twice a day, all right?

All right?

All right, David?

Are you nuts?

- What are you doing? - I'm losing.

Ma'am?

What?

There's, um... you can't give me that.

Oh.

Oops.

So, do they let you throw a little party here, or...

Yeah, they clear out the furniture. We get a DJ.

- Really? - No.

We do get better drugs, though.

- Really? - No.

It's just Thursday.

My 260th Thursday as a passenger

on the cruise ship Mental Health.

On the plus side, I have mastered the art

of eating with a spoon, so...

You're getting better, though.

The voices.

You're not seeing things that aren't there.

When can I come home?

Oh, that's...

What does your doctor say?

I tell them I'm sane.

They think I'm crazy, and if I say,

"You know what? You're right, I am crazy,"

then they up my dosage, so...

Oh.

How about I talk to them. Hmm?

I'll tell them...

You seem better to me.

How is it?

Sorry.

Time for your meds.

Something new needs to happen soon.

_

It's just spit, right?

Human spit?

Maybe he ate yogurt.

Like, a creamy...

Or what's he on, you think?

Klonopin?

Yeah, Klonopin'll...

Or hold the phone.

Yogurt and Klonopin.

That'll...

a cocktail...

Or hold the phone, is that...

who's that?

Ooh, a dark horse candidate.

Late entry to the race.

Ooh, good hair, nice hindquarters.

Watch it.

A little jittery, but I got to say, folks,

here at CNN, we like her chances.

Give me your Twizzlers.

Hey, now, let's not...

That's just low, son.

Barrett, three pills.

Oh, shit. Sorry, sorry.

Too close, too close.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I just...

you know, I just wondered if you wanted a...

Twizzler.

And how does that make you feel?

And how does that make you feel?

The drugs help.

The... the Haldol.

Barrett, three pills.

How does that make you feel?

Could you put the cup on the counter?

Why?

Oh, shit.

How do you feel?

The Devil with Yellow Eyes...

Is he here now?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. I'm fine.

I'm fine. I'm calm.

I just had a bad dream, and...

Guys, violence is not necessary.

Needles are not necessary.

David.

How does that make you feel?

I mean, it's just...

It's fine.

Like, whatever.

'Cause, I mean, look at me. I-I know what I am.

- And what's that? - Well, you know.

The... what happened.

What I... what I did to, uh...

to Dr. Poole.

You went off your medications.

But that's not...

This...

You know, I...

I saw things.

Delusions, you mean. We talked about that.

Your brain chemistry, how your illness simulates voices...

all the hallucinations you describe.

The Devil with Yellow Eyes.

Hmm.

You have something to add?

No.

Please keep talking so we can all pretend

that our problems are just in our heads.

What does that mean?

It means that you're in here

because somebody said you're not normal.

Like normal is this suit we're all supposed to...

But you know who else wasn't normal?

Picasso, Einstein.

Ooh, I like her.

I like you.

You got what the kids these days call moxie.

You know, just so I'm clear,

are you Einstein or Picasso in this scenario?

Whatever.

All I'm saying is,

what if your problems aren't in your head?

What if they aren't even problems?

Talk about that.

No, I'm good.

I read in your file that you don't like to be touched.

All animals need physical contact to feel love.

You know those cartoons in, like, magazines?

There's a man on an island with, like,

maybe a single palm tree.

People say, "Go to your happy place,"

and that's what I think about.

Well, that's sad.

That's sad?

You're in a mental hospital.

All I'm saying is...