Loud enough for you?
What?
I said, loud enough for you?
It's ok. I try not to bite too hard.
Uh, dad, this is Amanda.
So what's she been saying about me then?
Nothing.
Oh, really?
And the rest.
All right.
Let's have it then.
Have what?
Are you ever gonna get bored of baked beans?
Look. Whatever this is, right, she doesn't want to be here, ok,
so you dragged her into it,
and, no, I'm never gonna get tired of baked beans.
I'm still waiting for an answer.
I'll see you at school, ok, Em?
Wait, Amanda. No.
I told you this was a bad idea.
As you know, it's not a good idea
until you've tried it.
Eh?
Right. Here comes the eggs.
Amanda's dad is in a mental hospital.
Oh. Mental hospital.
He's been there for 4 years now.
5.
You see how she did that?
She deliberately said 4
to drag you into the conversation.
She's slippery like that.
That I get from him.
Emily thinks I should ask you
if you would like to...
Look. Never mind.
I'm sure you're extremely busy,
and I'm probably just imagining it.
Oi! Amanda!
This much I know, all right?
You don't think that you're imagining anything.
Now Emily's no fool, but I'm even smarter,
so let's have it.
What's the problem, and how can I help?
In the 5 years that he's been there,
I'm not sure if they've actually been helping him
or they're just trying to see how long
they can keep him.
All right. Let me guess.
A private hospital, right?
Yeah. It's like he's always medicated, never himself.
I just want my dad back, Dr. Lightman.
Wayne Dobar!
My daughter...
Is a friend of your daughter,
and she wanted me to come by,
see how you were doing,
say hello, and that.
Ah. The silent type.
You're invisible. So's your fruit.
So are you.
You're invisible. So's your fruit. So are you.
You hate bullies, don't you?
To tell you the truth,
I'm not a shrink or nothing,
but don't they tell you to let your anger out?
You're invisible. So's your fruit. So are you.
You're invisible. So's your fruit.
So... aah!
Aah!
Aah! Aah!
Aah!
Guys! Hey!
He attacked me with a knife!
Stop it right there, Mr. Dobar.
Wayne, put the knife down, please.
Do as Dr. Grandon says, Wayne.
Excuse me, but..
You see the little loony behind you
with the apple?
He's the one that had the knife.
Wayne here's got it because he took it off him.
He was doing your job, big fella.
Weren't you just leaving, Dr. Lightman?
Yes, we know who you are.
Hmm.
That's a bit previous.
I mean, the man's scared. He's not dangerous.
His eyebrows tell you that?
This is a psychiatric facility,
not a circus.
What am I gonna tell your daughter, eh?
Nice one.
And all of a sudden,
I'm interested in you, bozo.
You've already decided
this Dr. Grandon is hiding something.
Maybe, maybe not.
But you're hoping he is.
Of course I am.
What are you doing?
I'll bet you that Dr. Grandon
is on his way here right now.
I know the type.
We have mice?
Could be rats.
Ever heard of pest control?
Ever heard of a sporting chance?
That's expensive-looking cheese.
A fiver says that Dr. Grandon
will be here within the hour.
Well, why would he do that?
Oh. Thank you very much.
Ahh. To make nice
because I see what's going on there.
The last thing he wants
is me rattling his cage, right?
Which you've already started to do anyway.
A friend of Emily's asked for my help.
I mean, everyone needs their dad, right?
Yeah, but so far, all you've managed to do
is potentially make matters worse.
Do we know why Wayne Dobar was admitted
in the first place?
Ta-da!
Oh. Long walk
on a short bridge, huh?
So maybe Wayne is
a nutter after all.
Thank you.
And here is.
That's 44 minutes later.
You owe me a fiver.
And excuse me? "Ta-da"?
I mean, really.
Hi. I'm Gillian Foster.
Dr. Mitch Grandon. How do you do?
I came here to ask the reason
for Dr. Lightman's visit earlier
and, if it involved the well-being of a patient
or concern of relatives,
to offer any assistance I can.
I'm sorry. I just... I must have drifted off.
Where am I? Wh... what did I miss?
We need to be able to tell
Wayne Dobar's daughter
that he's in good hands.
I can assure you he is in the best hands...
That money can buy, right?
Um, Loker, on your mark, son.
Maestro, over to you.
This is a sad, confused man
just moments away from remorse,
but he's not a violent man.
He wasn't gonna jump.
That place that you run...
Radley. Yeah, Radley. That's it, yeah.
Pricey?
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
I'm sorry. Do what?
Answer his question with another question.
Just saying.
Such as what price does
one put on the care and well-being
of the mentally ill?
I wasn't going to say that.
Yeah, you were.
I mean, that's what I would say anyway.
I mean, what else can you say?
Excellent. Your read my mind.
Well, now it's time for you to read mine.
Go on then.
Too hard for you? All right.
Let me give you a clue, all right?
You run a 5-star loony bin
in the middle of a recession.
Now is not the time to start bleeding patients.
Have you been giving Wayne Dobar
a little bit of the old, you know, woof woof,
a little extra just to slow down his recovery
in the name of good business?
I beg your pardon?
What Dr. Lightman is saying is
since Wayne hasn't shown much improvement
in 5 years of treatment,
maybe I could help you with a second opinion.
Well, I for one thought I was being really bloody clear about that.
Oh, please don't. Thoroughbreds can be a little jumpy
around strangers.
So how is my brother?
Dr. Lightman's going back to see him now.
Didn't Amanda tell you that?
Amanda? No.
Yeah. She asked him to check up on Wayne.
She feels that the doctors might be
being a little generous with his medication.
Is Wayne ok?
He's fine.
So is Amanda in the house, Ms. Dobar?
Gina, please. I wish you'd called ahead.
I could have saved you both a trip.
So she's not here.
No. She had to go to Maryland.
Regional playoffs. Volleyball.
Really?
Really.
He lives here with you, though?
After her father went, uh...
With her mother gone... childbirth, awful...
I'm all Amanda has left.
Well, when will she be back?
Is Wayne all right? You're scaring me.
Dr. Lightman and Dr. Foster are doing
everything they can.
Thank you.
I should warn you... one of the symptoms
of Wayne's schizoaffective disorder
is that often he doesn't speak at all to people he doesn't trust.
What? You mean, like he didn't speak to you earlier?
After you.
Wayne, this is Gill.
Gill, Wayne. Wayne, Gill.
Well, you heard the man.
You can leave now.
Are you saying that he wants...
are you sure? Wayne, should I leave?
No. I want you to leave.
I want him to trust me, yeah.
Hang on a sec.
Here.
Can I borrow your lipstick?
Right.
I'm doing this right in front of you
so that I don't have to ask you to switch it off later,
and then you don't have to say...
I can't let you do that.
Exactly.
But, doctor, you just stood there and watch him do it.
Ooh. Juice time.
Yeah.
Right. Well, Wayne, here's to you then
for what you did to fruit bandit earlier.
Do you want some?
What? You don't like it?
You don't trust it?
You don't know what they put in it?
All right. All the more for me then.
Wayne?
Wayne.
Do you mind?
Oh, ok.
You must miss Amanda like I don't know what, eh?
Well, at least they give you a view
or not.
The last time Amanda wrote to you
was, uh... was it April 10?
That's months ago.
You're worried about her.
Let's talk a little bit more, shall we,
about your view.
Hey, hey. Naughty, naughty.
So Amanda's a friend of your daughter?
It speaks.
So you're not only worried about Amanda, are you?
You think that this is your only way out of here,
don't you?
You're at the end of your rope.
Right.
Go on then. Up it.
This is your chance. Go on.
But once you're gone, I can't help you.
You're on your own then.
Or stay, and he's all yours.
Richmond Dobar, Wayne and Gina's dad.
One of the 10 richest
race horse owners in the world,
diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia
in 1979.
Treated privately in his home,
and then two years later...
He was found hanging from the ceiling
of his condo in Dubai.
Looks like Wayne's condition might be hereditary.
So was there any history of Wayne losing his marbles
before he walked out on that bridge?
No, at least not on record.
What did you find out from the sister?
Gina Dobar continues her father's work successfully
according to this.
I think Amanda was at the house when we were there,
but she wouldn't let us see her.
She kept deflecting the question.
So I have to say, Ms. Dobar,
I would have expected you to be happy to hear that.
You spent 5 minutes with Wayne
and now tell me that he should be released altogether?
I suppose I'm more confused than anything.
Tell me about the day that he took Amanda out onto the bridge?
There's nothing much to say really.
I got a call from the police
once it was all over and he was already in custody.
It was so unlike him, but...
But it all added up.
I mean, family history being what family history is, right?
You know about my father.
Yeah. Why didn't you tell the truth
to my people earlier today?
Excuse me?
You told them Amanda wasn't here,
and you also ducked the issue of Wayne being overmedicated.
For what earthly reason would they overmedicate him?
I don't know.
Money? Your money?
But how can Amanda help?
Well, I can't answer that until I've talked to her, can I?
Oi!
We got lost, right,
because we came from a big kitchen
to a small kitchen to, like, a...
what do you call it?
A pantry.
Yeah. One of them.
I'm making conversation to break the ice. How am I doing?
Am I all right?
Amanda Emily's been trying to call you.
You do still want us to help you,
don't you, love?
How's my dad?
He's worried sick about you.
I'm ok.
Yeah, I can tell.
Mind if I do?
Thank you very much.
They're banana nut, right?
Lovely.
You know what we want to talk
to you about, don't you, Amanda?
The bridge.
He was taking me to get ice cream,
and the store was just on the other side.
It's not there anymore,
but we used to go there every Saturday,
and he would get pistachio one scoop,
and I would get strawberry, two scoops
with sprinkles.
And then it all went pear-shaped, right?
So what happened that day then?
I don't really remember.
It was like a bad dream, you know?
But in spite of everything,
you still love your dad, right?
It wasn't his fault.
I mean, he's sick.
My mum was bonkers back in the day,
and the thing that scared me most
was that...
That it would run in the family,
you know, that I'd end up like her.
I am not... I'm not like my dad.
I'm nothing like my mum.
Except, well, if you count the time
when I mooned the Queen.
Of England?
Yeah. I don't know what come over me really.
Can you tell us why you stopped writing your dad?
I don't know. Volleyball, summer school.
Ah.
What is it you don't want us to see in that book?
Can I have a look, darling?
We won't tell anyone, promise.
Ok. That's enough.
All right, love.
These are letters from Wayne to me.
Why do you want to give them to us?
He told me that Amanda had stopped writing to him.
Wayne's a good man. You'll see,
but he's also troubled.
Like Amanda, I could use some reassurance
that he's getting the right help, so...
Anything you need.
I can see why Gina was so anxious
for us to see these.
There are a lot of inconsistencies in the language.
I mean, some reveal moments of lucidity,
but most are erratic, incoherent, endless digressions,
fragments of fragments.
What's wrong?
Nothing. I'm just knackered, you know?
It's like he's on posh drugs,
you know, the sort that shrinks
for rich-and-famous people give their customers
to keep them around, you know?
Or Wayne's really not well, Cal.
Cal? Please tell me you're not thinking
about going to grill Dr. Grandon now.
No. I'm not.
It's late.
I'm tired, and there's nothing we can do now, right?
We have to figure out a way to handle this carefully.
What? You think I can't do that, don't you?
You can do anything you set your mind to.
Oh, yeah? Hey.
Right.
What's in the box, Wayne?
It's private.
Oh, yeah? Fair enough.
Come on then. Follow me.
Where are we going?
I'm taking you home, mate.
So what was in that juice that I drunk earlier?
Dr. Lightman, what are you doing here at this hour?
Well, Wayne is not mental,
so me and him, we're busting out of here.
What's it look like I'm doing?
From where I'm standing, it looks like you're not feeling so well.
Oh.
Ohh!
Wait a minute.
Get him to a secure room under observation.
Hello, mum.
Fancy seeing you in here.
Well, you took your bloody time, didn't you?
You look good, mum.
Death's done you proud.
Oi. Can I have some more drugs in here?
Make it snappy.
You always did make me laugh, Cal.
I ever tell you that?
I don't remember.
Oh, don't be daft, you.
I remember you used to make me laugh.
Do you remember that holiday we all went on?
There was the 3 of us sitting on the beach,
me, you, and dad.
Watching other people through binoculars.
Do you remember? Putting words in their mouths
like we could tell what they were actually saying to each other.
Is that you who made that noise, darling?
No. It was the ferry going by, you rude man.
I didn't know a ferry could make a smell like that.
Why'd you do it, eh?
Do what?
Paint the living room yellow.
What do you think, you sloppy cow?
I admit Dr. Lightman may be a little unusual,
but this is... what did you give him?
The broke an orderly's nose.
We gave him a sedative.
Just to be clear, the law says...
you either have to file a police report
or hold him for 48 hours
if there's any evidence he's a danger
to himself or others.
I know.
I wasn't in my right mind, love.
I honestly don't know what I was thinking.
Well, why didn't you just divorce him or run away?
There must have been someone that could have helped you.
You got to stop blaming yourself, Cal.
Do you hear me?
I wish you could see your granddaughter Emily.
Who's she like?
She's herself. She's like herself.
All right.
I won't ask. Don't have to say.
Well, she's a little bit like you, yeah, maybe.
Don't go, mum.
Medication time, I hope.
Oh, come on. You gave him something.
Yeah. A sedative.
We don't administer hallucinogens here.
See, I would agree with you there,
but I just went for a trip
down memory lane with my mum.
Thank you so much for that.
Call me if you need me, Dr. Foster.
So you had to come here.
I thought we were gonna wait
and do it together.
Really? Mm-hmm.
Look...
Tell the truth, darling.
You're know that was never going to happen.
You attacked that orderly.
Do you want to tell me what on earth
was going through your mind at the time?
The bridge of his nose. All right.
This isn't you that I'm talking to.
This is the drugs. I got to figure out
a way to get you out of here.
Shh, shh. Easy, tiger.
You know, walls have ears and that.
So...
Let's go for a walk and take the dog.
No, no, no. Sit.
Honey, where are you going?
You do know that they're keeping you
topped up on drugs, don't you?
Only after I attack someone.
Every other time...
Ria.
Emily, what are you doing here?
Where's my dad? And don't lie for him this time.
He never came home last night,
and his phone goes straight to voice mail.
He's trying to help out your friend's father.
All I can say is that this probably part of some plan.
You know how your dad is.
He's done something crazy again, hasn't he?
You ready?
No, not really.
Loker.
Loker, get a pen, all right?
Yeah. What do you got?
Dad?
Em, what are you doing there?
They said you were in the hospital.
All right. Put Loker back on the phone, all right?
But, dad... don't argue with me, darling.
Everything will be all right.
Go on. Please, em.
Don't muck about.
Yeah. Go ahead.
Right. Take this down, ok?
Olanzapine.
La-mo-tri-gine.
Lam-o-tri-gine.
Topiramate.
L-lorazepam.
Chico.
No. I made that one up. That was a joke.
Oh, mate. I'm high as a kite.
They what? They drugged you?
Yeah, love.
Cal?
Yeah, what?
Dr. Lightman.
You got any painkillers?
I got a blinding headache.
Go quietly this time, Cal, please.
Take it easy. Take it easy.
Oh. Hold on. Ok.
Dad? Dad?
48 hours?
There's nothing I can do about that, em.
It's the law.
Did he do this deliberately?
You'll have to ask him that yourself.
That means he did.
Well, he's helping out your friend's father.
Oh. So this is all my fault?
What? For asking for help? Emily, no.
I just... I just wish he'd write books and teach.
And, I mean, even if he did do this on purpose,
how could you let him?
Em, come... sit down.
Look.
Look. I know it sounds bad,
but he's safe.
Even so, you're scared about something.
What are you scared of?
You... you can see that?
Well, I guessed. Trick my dad taught me.
Oh. Your dad...
Seems like he's under a lot of stress.
I mean, there's more on his mind than usual.
Yeah, especially now.
Why would you say that?
Next week, it's his birthday.
Yeah, but he always stresses out about that.
I mean, that's why every year we pretend like
it's not even happening.
Yes, but my grandma died when she was 46,
and he's turning 47.
Ooh!
All right, dad?
What'd you do that for?
I thought you wanted to have a chat.
Yeah. About what, mate?
I don't know. You tell me.
Bollocks, you don't know.
It wasn't all me, you know?
Your mother had something to do with it.
It takes two, as they say.
It takes two to do what... go down the pub,
get drunk every night
and come back rat-assed,
knock your wife and kid about?
Remember those holidays at the beach?
One holiday, one.
We stayed in a room above a pub,
and it rained the whole bloody time.
You know, it's not mum I need to worry about taking after, is it?
It's you.
Right?
You still here?
Good. Let's keep it that way.
Where's Foster?
She's with Emily.
That is because you... bloody idiot that you are...
told em all about this, right?
None of the drugs that you had me research
would have caused the reaction that you're having.
Keep checking.
They're sedatives, they're mood stabilizers.
They're not hallucinogens.
What do you know about my hallucinations?
Nothing. Just that you've been having them.
You think Foster would tell us?
What if...
Right, someone gave me a cocktail
of all those drugs?
Like in your food or in your drink?
Yeah. Hey!
Take this and sod off.
Are you stealing other patients' food, Dr. Lightman?
Excuse me?!
Those are my muffins. Those are his.
They're my muffins. These are your muffins?
Yeah, my muffins. These are your muffins?
My muffins.
Oh, I'm sorry.
You know...
These muffins might just turn out to be your problem, mate.
You are aware, Dr. Lightman,
that this evaluation is to determine
whether I can allow you to leave the care of this hospital.
Yes.
And you're telling me the reason
for your behavior is a homemade muffin?
He is.
And you know this because you ate one of these muffins?
Wayne Dobar has been eating them for years.
You really believe that?
His daughter makes them for him.
His daughter, all of 17, is poisoning him?
What? No. She has no idea about any of this.
What are you doing here?
I sent part of that muffin to the lab for testing,
but I also tested it myself,
which ended up being a little faster.
Ever heard of the Salem Witch Trials?
Historians believe that
the Salem Witch Trials were caused
by a hallucinogenic fungus called ergot,
which found its way into the winter bread supply.
All right. Let's see how magical
this muffin really is.
It's moist, it's a little bitter.
Overall, it's not that bad.
Really? Mr. Fitzgerald, Mr. Fitzgerald
said that to you?
Mr. Fitzgerald? Really?
So bread... or in this case a muffin...
is the perfect delivery system.
The same one you used on Wayne.
This is ridiculous.
Come on, Amanda. Let's go.
No, no, no. Wait, wait, wait. Wait.
No. You're gonna love this bit, trust me.
Ta-da!
Dad?
Oh, my God.
Is this for real?
It's real, baby girl. It's real.
So she doctored the muffins to keep you
talking to the trees, mate.
Each visit another batch of magic muffins, right?
Why would I do that?
Wayne's half of the estate for starters.
It's more than that, though, isn't it?
You hurt a little girl.
That's where I come in because
I take that very, very personally.
Why did you do this to me, Gina?
The lifeblood of the estate are the horses.
I'm the one that takes care of them.
Wayne's never understood them.
Right.
So you drugged Wayne to keep him away from the horses, right?
He ends up almost killing himself and his daughter.
They they drag him off to the finger-painting academy for life.
Problem solved?
Here.
Cor. What's that smell?
What smell?
Must be the ferry going by.
What? Nothing.
You know, we've been together all day,
and you haven't mentioned being in the hospital once.
So tell me what happened.
I nicked one of Amanda's muffins.
Why would you do that?
Well, because it was just sitting there, you know,
looking all tasty.
You deliberately got yourself admitted, didn't you?
Says who?
I do, and I'm mad.
I know.
All right. Look. If I had deliberately admitted myself, right,
that would make me completely bloody bonkers, wouldn't it?
So is that what you think?
Yeah. I saw your grandma because of that muffin.
And?
And you know how this started out
me trying to help Amanda?
Well, I think it was her that really did me the favor, you know?
Well, did you and your mom talk?
You think I got a screw loose, don't you?
You talked. Yeah.
She wanted to know if you were like her.
Well, am I?
I hope so. A little bit.
So do you think it was really her talking to you
or just you talking to yourself?
Have you been psychobabbling with Gillian again?
Well, my dad's a lunatic. Ground me.
I bet she said a couple days in that place
was just what I needed, right?
Just a couple?
Oi. Enough of your lip.
So, um, did you see anyone else in there?
Like who?
That's a no then.
Yes. I'll tell you what.
Loker got completely off his nut.
That was something to see.
I got it on disk.
A true compliment coming from you.
Happy Birthday, dad.
I can't hear you.
Burnt. My favorite.