Instinct Page #3

I know you've chosen not to speak,

and I respect your decision.

I want to offer to you the

possibility, for your consideration,

that you suspend your silence

just for these sessions,

that you see these sessions

as outside your normal life...

so that you may speak to me,

discussing whatever you like,

then remain silent

for the rest of the day.

These sessions can be

your opportunity...

before you go back

to your silence...

to say to me, to the world,

to your family, whatever you...

whatever you might want to say.

First, Doctor,

I'd like you to say your name.

- Or you can write it on...

- Hey!

Don't do that.

Couple of rules, Doctor:

Don't reach across;

Don't touch the violent ones;

Don't give 'em anything; And don't

take anything from 'em, all right?

- Okay.

- That's what we're here for.

Henry.

Or you can write it

on that piece of paper.

What is your name?

Doctor, what is your name?

Write it on that paper.

What is your name?

Can I see

what you've written there?

Hey.

- Go!

- Hey!

Get him up! Stand up!

That's enough.

Okay, okay. That's it, that's it.

That's it, I'm done.

I'm done.

Hello, Dr. Caulder.

How, uh... How did it go?

The patient is overmedicated

and brutalized.

Well, hell, Dr. Caulder,

do you know where you are?

We have room for 700, but we

have over 1,000 of the worst...

And that's not counting

the psychotics, is it, Alan?

Forty-two highfliers, Warden.

Do you know who Dr. Powell was?

Is that a look, son? I want

the medication reduced.

Hey! Come over here! Go ahead and do

your best job you can here, Doctor,

as long as it doesn't conflict

with our rules.

Hey, ape man!

Just give him

what he wants, Ethan.

Hand it over!

Trade you for the ace.

Now!

Now!

Come on, get him!

Guys! No! Wait!

Please, please! Just check

his pocket, please!

Please, he's got the ace! He's got it!

And it's his ace!

It is his... ace!

- It's his ace.

- It's his ace.

Enjoy, ape man!

Right over there.

Half an hour.

Hi. Miss Powell,

I'm Dr. Caulder.

I need to find a way

to break through.

- We tried that.

- Well, I can do it.

We tried in Africa. We visited the prison there.

He never even looked at us.

- Well, he looked at me.

- He did?

He tried to give me a pencil.

Look, I saw him at the airport.

It destroyed my mother. She's

away, staying with her sister.

She needed a change

of scene and a lot of Xanax.

I'm only here to sell the house,

because she won't live here anymore.

Your father may be very ill.

Really?

I thought maybe

he was just in a bad mood.

Do you want your father back?

Back the way he was?

The way he was. Um... Hmm?

Do you mean... distant,

obsessed with his work,

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