Lost: The Story of the Oceanic 6

So, DID, or dissociative identity disorder,

evolves as a coping mechanism in a child,

an abused child, to defend itself

from the pain of the outside world.

And if you could imagine this little child

with this little framework,

this little delicate network.

Well, now, you shock that foundation, okay?

And you traumatise that with abuse.

The mind has the ability to fracture itself,

to split, to break off, to create another one,

what we call the alter.

And what does the mind do?

The mind now delegates.

It delegates the authority,

it delegates the responsibility,

it delegates the power

and the pain to the alter.

Now, you take the case of Reed.

Reed, here, was charged

with four counts of homicide.

He had not one memory,

not one recollection, not one clue

as to the nature of his own crime.

Well, a lawyer can step up

into a courtroom and say,

"You know what? It was not Reed

who walked into that classroom

"with a loaded M1 carbine,

blew those kids away.

"It was Auggie. Auggie was the split.

Auggie was the break in the foundation,

"a foundation built by abuse. "

How are you sleeping, Kevin?

Okay.

No dreams?

She's still there.

Running. She's always running from me.

As long as you refuse to let go,

she'll continue to run from you.

It's been three years, Kevin.

Well, it's not as if I haven't let go.

You have?

Are you still carrying her ring?

Dr Khoury? Hi.

I'm really sorry to bother you.

I was at your signing earlier today,

and the line was just so long.

- Would you mind?

- No, not at all.

It's a fascinating book.

- Who would you like this made out to?

- I'm sorry. Jane. Jane. J-A...

- Pretty name.

- Yeah, thanks.

- Classic.

- Yeah.

It's not too common any more.

You know any other Janes?

Not that I can recall. Just you.

- Yeah. That's what I thought.

- Thank you.

I'm Mira.

You don't remember this Jane, Doctor?

Three years ago

she was convicted of attempted murder.

You diagnosed her with DID.

This girl torched a professor's home.

In Spain, right?

- Yeah.

- Brennan.

- Jane.

- Correct.

She's at St Avila Hospital now.

She's my sister.

How is her progress?

Progress?

Well, there really isn't any progress

since they've terminated any real treatment.

She's drugged to the

point of catatonia 24-7,

so she never gets better.

And if she never gets better,

she never gets out.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

- Yeah.

I don't quite see

what this has to do with me.

- This is what it has to do with you.

- And this is what?

This is a letter to the editor of every city

newspaper across your entire book tour.

Wow.

Why do I think I'm not gonna like

what that says?

Because you are obviously

a very perceptive person,

when it comes to

your own well-being, anyway.

The letter documents

your misdiagnosis of Jane,

and, well, if you read down to the end,

you'll see that I've hired an attorney

to look into a possible malpractice suit.

It's not a very good way

to kick off a book tour.

Do you understand she could have done

a prison sentence for this?

Well, at least if she was in jail,

I'd know when she was getting out.

She's gonna die in that hospital, Doctor.

What do you want from me?

See for yourself that she doesn't have DID,

and change your diagnosis

so that she can finally get

some real treatment.

And how are you sure

she does not have DID?

Well, DID needs some sort of abuse

to manifest itself.

I think you wrote something

in here on page...

- That's correct, yeah.

- Right.

Well, Jane was not abused.

- How do you know that?

- Because I'm her sister. I know.

There's a problem.

I don't practise psychiatry any more.

I just write books.

Yeah, well, you'll do neither of

those things if that letter gets out.

I'm heading back to Spain in the morning.

I'll expect an answer within 48 hours.

What are we looking for exactly?

Will you sit down?

Ever notice any drastic changes

in your handwriting?

Ever lose track of time?

Sometimes.

For how long?

I don't know, like, a couple of minutes.

I mean,

how long has it been happening to you?

For six... Six months.

Ever since I moved into the guesthouse.

Jane? Jane?

- What happened?

- That's what I'm trying to tell you.

Okay, now watch. Look at her eyes.

They've changed colour.

Sh*t! Is that normal?

It's not completely abnormal. I mean, alters,

sometimes they've been known to have

different heart rates, you know.

I mean, sometimes you see a slight variation

in the colour of the eye, you know,

but this is bizarre.

How come you didn't see this before, then?

Last night was the first time

you saw this tape, wasn't it?

She's got a case, hasn't she?

It's not unusual to take an associate's

recommendation, you know,

- especially when you're in the middle of...

- Writing a book?

Or how about 110 other patients?

And maintain my responsibility too, Christ.

We're talking about

a state-run mental hospital.

Place is so understaffed,

it qualifies as a lunatic factory.

I'm paying you to be my manager, man.

How much damage can she do?

At the moment, as much as she wants.

Going to St Avila, huh?

Guess that makes you

some kind of a head doctor.

Some kind, yeah.

Does it ever get to you, Doc?

- How's that?

- You know, hanging out with whackos.

Doesn't it get to you?

I try not to hang out with whackos,

you know.

Yeah, but what I mean is

you must be exposed to a lot of stuff

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