Madhouse Page #5

detective disguised as an intern?

- I'm a dork?

- You're a dork.

The guy reads weird books.

Maybe he's learning about

his bedside manner.

Sara, to the nurses' station,

please.

Copy.

- Got to go.

- Good luck.

Good night,

Nurse Hendricks.

- Everyone in bed?

- All tucked in.

I'm almost done.

If you don't need anything

I'll go lay down.

I'll check it out.

Is there something

we can help you with?

It's bedtime!

I don't have time for foolishness!

Come out and show yourself.

I don't have time to waste

and I don't want to hurt you.

Who are you?

You are only

hurting yourself.

Well...

I suppose if you aren't

going to come out...

you'll have to make yourself

cozy until Drake arrives.

He'll find a way to convince

you to go back to your room.

Stop!

Why are you doing this?

Stop!

I know you're all devastated

by what happened.

I want to know which patient did

this and I want to know by tonight.

Betty will assign

each of you a section.

I want you to

interview the residents.

They trust you. I want you

to use that trust.

Keep the authorities out, or the

patients will give you nothing.

Then we will thoroughly review

the security and safety protocol.

- Let's get going.

- Roger that.

I can't believe

this happened.

I worked with her

for 25 years.

She was such a nice lady.

Dr. Morton?

Get Dr. Shores,

take the West Wing.

Everything's okay.

Dr. Douglas said she was

with you before it happened.

- Did you see anyone?

- We heard someone in the hall...

and she went

to check it out.

Then I heard loud music

and I...

They think

a patient did it?

Clark! You and Drake

are in the basement.

Don't be afraid, Clarkie.

I'll protect you.

All right.

I have to go.

Yeah, sure.

- We didn't see...

- Anything.

- We were sleeping.

- Our door is locked.

Tight as a drum.

Are you dating Sara?

If you remember anything,

let me know.

I'll kill you, you freak!

I'll make sure you rot there

the rest of your life!

What's wrong?

I'll teach this freak

to show respect.

Take a break.

I'm almost done here.

I'll be out in a minute.

Why don't you come inside and

I'll make us a Remy Martins?

It's the ones

who protest too much...

that end up wearing

their wives' panties!

Why won't you

talk to me?

It might help you

sort things out.

How does it feel to be

convinced something is there...

when logic tells you

it's not?

I thought

I was hearing things.

Now you know what

madness feels like.

That's a feeling

you'll never forget.

Why are you sitting

in the dark?

lllumination only reminds me

of what I've become.

What's your name?

That's a subjective question.

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