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Jim. Tammy.

You guys been getting romantic, huh?

Make a little tap there, Jim.

Bozo, Flaky, come on.

You guys got to eat. Eat up, pal.

I'm dropping weight.

Dr. Wu.

Shake my hand, old man.

The Hexalite Synthesis?

No, I just won the lottery.

Of course, the Hexalite Synthesis.

Four years of hard work, huh?

Let's celebrate. Have a cigar.

Oh, you know I don't smoke. I want champagne, Matthew.

I feel like a million bucks.

If you've got the keys to the Synthesis, you're going to be worth a million

dollars, honey.

Best in years.

Best in years.

$10 ,000.

Are we guarding Muammar Gaddafi? No.

Nobody quite that difficult.

No, she's an employee of mine. Her name is Dr. Barbara Bryson.

Oh.

And we guard her for 10 days.

Well, maybe less if everything goes well.

Okay, what's the catch? There is no catch. At least not the kind you might

worried about.

I own a company, a chemical company. It's called Deitman Chemical.

The Deitman Chemical? I mean, it's in Fortune 500, Deitman Chemical?

How come she needs bodyguards?

Well, I'm not really sure that she does.

She claims that someone tried to chase her last night after she left the

laboratory, but the security people didn't see anyone.

I just don't want to take any chances. I worry about her. This process that

she's working on could revolutionize the production of synthetic antibiotics.

Now, the profit potential here is... It's very large.

And it would be foolish of me to underestimate my competitors, if you

I mean.

That's clear enough. When do we start?

Immediately. Now, there's one small detail that you have to know about. This

chase that she experienced last night has led to a nervous collapse, and her

doctors have placed her in Lakevale Hospital.

The mental health center?

Slight detail.

Now, here's what I think we can do. There's an opening at the hospital for

athletic director, and I took the liberty of telling the director that you

be qualified for that position.

What about him?

Well, if you're willing, my company doctor is prepared to sign a paper which

would admit you to the hospital for treatment of a severe occupational

Occupational neurosis.

I'm not sure that this is exactly ethical.

What my brother means to say is that perhaps it would be more effective if we

kind of, you know, switch roles. I have some experience with therapy and...

Well, quite frankly, his idea of acting crazy is to wear brown, velvet, and

black shoes.

Well, whatever you think is best.

There is one other small problem.

Dr. Bryson has been hospitalized before.

She suffers from a dissociative disorder.

What's that?

She has multiple personalities.

So it's like that Joanne Woodward movie where she lives three different lives at

the same time and doesn't even know it?

It's close.

In the olden days, they called it demonic possession.

In extreme cases, they can be 20, even 50 different personalities all locked in

the same body.

How does a person get that way?

According to a doctor I talked to, in about 95 % of the cases, it's extreme

sexual abuse as a child. Thank you.

It's a survival mechanism.

Yeah, she just...

became someone else in her own mind, someone who wasn't being abused.

That's how she got through it.

If Barbara holds such an important job, why does she have to be hospitalized?

According to her boss, one of her personalities is self -destructive.

Anytime she's under stress, this person comes to the surface.

Tried to kill her last year.

Oh, dear.

It's hard to believe that a piece of your own self could turn against you

that.

Remember when you were a little boy, Rick?

You had an imaginary friend, Captain Gully.

Captain Gully?

Well, you're more bent than I thought.

Every time he got into trouble, he'd blame Captain Gully.

Captain Gully. Captain Gully was more real for you than any of your playmates.

See you on the inside.

All right, look, I'll do all the talking. All you got to do is play part

grief -stricken next to Ken.

Duck soup, no problem.

Duck soup.

Won't you sit down? Thank you.

Now, you are... Rick Corrigan. Yes, Mr. Corrigan. We've been expecting you.

I'm his mother.

I'm so worried about him. He has these terrible tremor nightmares.

I, uh, I sell earthquake insurance.

He stands up in bed almost every night screaming that the ground is moving and

that the fault line is going to swallow our house.

Well, I wouldn't worry, Mrs. Corrigan. We're going to take very good care of

him. That's right, Mom. You don't have to worry. Or he wakes up on a raft.

with his imaginary friend Captain Gully while the rest of San Diego is being

swallowed up by a tidal wave.

All right, Mom.

Maybe.

Take good care of him.

Goodbye, darling.

Feel better?

Mm -hmm.

I think that... A little rest will just fix me right up.

See, I don't consider myself really crazy.

Fun -loving.

Exuberant, perhaps, but... Well, I don't really think that anyone here is crazy.

No, of course not.

They all have the courage to admit that they can't handle their emotional life

without some help. Yes.

Get to know a few of them if you think that everybody walking around out there

is so together.

Out where?

All looks kosher to me, Mr. Lee.

Keys?

Right here.

Master set. Open every door in the place.

Good. The weapon?

Captain, you've got to be the worst volleyball player I've ever seen.

Hey,

buddy, he threw us the ball.

Can you throw the ball over here, please?

Hi, what's your name?

Forget it there, Mr.

Athletic Person.

His name is Larry. You might as well be talking to Mount Rushmore.

Hi, Larry.

Want to play with us?

I'm telling you, forget it.

Larry's afraid of his own shadow. If you get him to participate, you'll be

Sigmund Freud.

Morty, I can handle it, okay? Do you know that we've got two soccer balls in

supply closet we've never even used?

I mean, everyone knows that soccer's better at this age for your heart and

lungs, and I could kind of be like a team consultant, you know?

I've got a stack of soccer magazines this high. Morty, I appreciate your

but I will decide what games we're going to play, okay? Oh, a touchy one, huh?

You better lose that chip on your shoulder. You're not going to last ten

around here.

Well, that's for sure.

How long have you been an athletic director, anyhow?

Good news, everybody.

Larry's decided to play.

Let's go, Captain.

Okay, let's go.

Assume your positions.

Could you give me a hand here for a moment?

Sure.

Yeah, if you could just hold this open for me.

You're working the wrong side of the desk, you know.

The way you handled Larry.

The trick is to set his body in motion before his mind has a chance to object.

I'll remember that.

So how are you today?

Oh, pretty good, considering.

Considering what?

Well, I'm an MP.

A multiple personality.

Oh.

And you don't mind talking about it? No.

Well, the fact is my therapist encourages me to.

Well, you see, I have two other distinct personalities

living inside of me.

Oh, so long as I'm Barbara, I can live a pretty comfortable life. But, well, if

one of those other two takes over.

Anyway.

Would you mind giving me a hand with this just over to the shed there?

Okay.

Thank you.

Have you always known?

Oh, no.

No, before I knew what was wrong with me, it felt so weird.

Well, I would sort of come to in strange places, and I wouldn't even know how I

got there.

People would be talking to me, people I didn't even know, mad at me sometimes.

I felt so scared.

It felt like I was, you know, sleepwalking or drunk or something.

One of the other personalities had taken you there?

Uh -huh.

Who are they, the others?

Well, Dr.

Ivins says that they're different parts of me.

Well, my therapy is all about getting each of my three selves to

acknowledge and accept the other two.

Well, they call it the integration process.

Ah, sure.

I better take that. You've got group in just a few minutes. You ought to go.

Oh, right.

Hey, Barbara?

Thank you.

Sure.

I'm standing by the stove, and it was, uh...

About a month after I found out about my husband's affair, I was making

macaroni, my mother's recipe.

Beefsteak, tomatoes, and just a touch of oregano.

I've made it a thousand times.

I was feeling very good about myself.

Everything in the kitchen looked radiant.

And I stared into the pot.

But it wasn't pasta and tomatoes anymore.

It was blood and guts.

His guts.

So I turned the flame all the way up.

And they started burning and bubbling.

And I started chanting, I hate him. I hate him.

And when the pot boiled over,

I started screaming and all the neighbors came running over.

And when they told my husband, all he said was,

she's just trying to get attention.

I know how you feel.

My father was a chemist.

He was a brilliant chemist. Brilliant man.

But as a parent, well, as a father, he was... Blood and guts.

You're really out there, lady.

Morty, if you want to talk, be constructive.

It's all this talk about tomato and macaroni.

You're not even Italian.

That's enough, Morty.

Touch of oregano. You probably used half the bottle. No wonder your old man left

you. Morty, if you want people to listen to you in group, you're going to have

to listen to them in group. Listen? Who's talking about listening? I'm

about oregano.

You think that doesn't know the herbs from our spices?

Besides, who's going to listen to me?

Morty, we'll listen to you when it's your turn to talk.

Like how it sounds.

Anybody got a cigarette?

No time.

You watch your mouth, pug.

Lydia, isn't it?

Wow. Are you ever brilliant.

God, not group.

Yes, it's group, and I think Barbara would like it very much if you'd

participate with us. Who gives a damn what she wants?

Lydia, you and Barbara share the same body, and she's made an agreement to

in this room.

Alma, will you go on, please?

Oh, we're not going to have to listen to more of her menopausal BS.

Oh, were you listening when Barbara was still here, Lydia?

Don't try your head games with me, Shrinko. I could jerk you around all

and you wouldn't even know what I was thinking.

So don't try it.

And that goes for the rest of you, too.

Bunch of featherweight flippos.

Can't even handle it if someone looks sideways at you.

All this talk of caring and sharing and how

well we're doing.

I'm so sick and tired of this touchy -feely crap.

Lydia, I've never heard you so honest about your feelings.

He's just saying that.

So when he goes home tonight, he can sit.

Does anyone else feel the way she does?

Mr. Corrigan, what do you think?

Well, I... I think that the talking helps.

I know from personal experience that a person can carry something around inside

them for years.

And not even know it.

And then one day, without any warning... Oh, come off it.

He's full of crapola.

I've been in and out of every mental institution in Southern California.

I've seen every scam that's ever been pulled.

And I say Mr.

Corrigan here is a phony.

Where do you get off calling me names?

A malingerer, a fake.

If he's psychopathic, I'm Dr. Ruth.

Orderly! Orderly!

to convince them that you're unstable, but don't you feel this is a trifle

extreme? Oh, shut up and get me out of here. Hey, I'm just the athletic

director.

Besides, your doctor feels you may be dangerous.

I had to think faster. My cover was going to come flying up around my ears.

Well, you can relax now because the whole hospital is totally convinced that

are insane, so don't worry.

Don't worry? Who's watching Barbara right now?

Me.

Ta -ta.

Hey, Jay.

What about me?

What about you? A day.

Oh, your doctor says that if you're good, maybe you'll get out in about an

Or two.

And there's a way.

What does that mean?

What does it mean?

Alma.

I'm real sorry.

I heard about what Lydia did to you.

It was nothing.

Don't even think about it.

Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to keep a friend?

As soon as I meet someone I like, Lydia just runs them right off.

It must be awful for you, dear.

I'm getting better.

Used to be a lot worse.

I'd see someone I'd know and they'd just turn and walk the other way or start

yelling at me, Barbara, for something that Lydia had done or said. Do you

understand?

Hey, it wasn't all that bad.

Thanks.

It's important to me that we can still be friends.

Who am I to be picky?

Would you like to see my children?

Yeah. I have pictures in my room.

I'd like that.

You are really lucky having kids.

I mean, I always wanted them.

I guess I just never got my act together. You know, it was one of

Where's the shot?

Right here.

Careful, Doctor.

It's such a pity if she got an overdose.

Who died shortly after recording?

Sitting on the dock of a bay.

Tick, tick, tick.

Five seconds, three seconds. Beep! Time's up. That's right. You're wrong.

was. Barbara, has anybody seen her?

No. Otis Redding.

Barbara hasn't had a hit since 66.

I'm serious. This is important. Do you know where she is?

Look, you're the staff. We're the patients. You're supposed to keep track

not the other way around.

Larry.

Larry, please.

Remember she was sitting here watching TV not ten minutes ago?

You remember Barbara?

Do you recognize my voice?

No. I'm going to ask you a series of questions about hexalate synthesis.

My mommy will be home soon.

The pH.

Does the concentration of formic acid exceed that which you originally used?

Does it?

she gets home before Daddy.

She said we were going to have grilled cheese sandwiches for supper.

My Daddy gets so angry if dinner isn't ready.

We are talking about the hexalate synthesis that you developed at Dykeman

Chemical.

Dr. Bryson?

Dr. Bryson! I'm not a doctor.

My daddy... I'm not supposed to talk to strangers.

What the hell is wrong?

Derek McLean paid you six digits to get that formula for his company.

You said there would be no problem.

Well, what do you want to do? Argue about it or figure out something to do?

Don't worry, I'll handle it.

I believe they actually made me apologize to that little creep.

Barbara's missing. What?

She's not in her room. No one's seen her.

I've looked everywhere.

Well, you suppose we could just page her on the PA?

And say what? Would whoever has Barbara Bryson please bring her to the main

desk? No, this is an emergency.

Someone say emergency?

Emergency! Emergency!

You little creep!

Might work.

doctor, not a siren.

I can't afford to wait here.

I don't care.

Let him go. There's another way.

No.

I just want to stay in my home.

Hello?

Is there anyone in there?

I'm so frightened. Thank God. Come on, baby. Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Oh, no. Come on.

Come on.

There she is.

Thelma. You know what a fire alarm is. I thought we weren't supposed to open

doors. But the windows are safer.

Did you touch the doors?

All right,

what were you two doing in the room? Well,

she wanted to talk. And then she said the strangest things, babbling like some

kind of a child.

Sandy, wait a minute.

Wait a minute. That's not what happened.

She's lying.

I am not lying.

First she attacked me in groups, said these horrible things to me. Now she

accuses me of doing something to her.

Sandy, Sandy, wait a minute. I'm telling the truth.

I'm Barbara, all right?

She said she wanted to show me pictures of her children. Then she pushed me into

a room. There was a man there. Wait a minute.

That's the man who followed me. He's the reason I'm here.

Sandy, do you want to go check the other rooms?

No, I'm telling the truth.

Look, look, my arm. See the mark?

They tried to give Becky a shot of something.

Look, doesn't that prove something happened?

No, Barbara, it doesn't prove anything.

Remember last year when Lydia tried to hurt you like that? Lydia's the person

you have to be worried about right now. Lydia wasn't there.

No, please, you've got to believe me.

No, look, doesn't that prove it?

Uh, it's all right. Everybody, it was a false alarm. You can go back inside now.

Don't you believe me?

I'm telling the truth.

I am Barbara.

Barbara.

Barbara.

I'm all right.

I can't let her out of a club.

Amen to that. I've got a feeling we're not the only phones here.

You know what scares me?

There's no one we can trust, patients or staff.

Look, why don't you stick with her and see if anybody else arrives suddenly

around the same time we do.

Excuse me.

I have a question.

Shoot.

I'm the athletic director, and I'm new here, but are the patients allowed to go

through the medicine cabinet?

Are you kidding? Why?

Well, because there's a guy going through the medicine cabinet down by

care, a patient.

And I asked him what he was doing, but he said... I can guess what he said.

What are you doing?

Ah, hi. I'm just doing some research on Larry. You know, the agoraphobic?

Those files are confidential. I told you that at orientation.

Oh, yes, I know, but I had a problem with him this afternoon. I thought I...

This isn't even Larry's file. What are you trying to pull?

Well, absolutely nothing.

I'm just trying to do the best possible job I can.

What were you talking about?

That cabinet's locked up tight as a drum. He said someone was trying to

into the meds.

I can explain that. Not to me you can't. You're fired.

So she fired me.

That security threw me off the premises.

She leaves my brother alone in a mental hospital.

And no jokes about him belonging there.

Well, why didn't you just come clean and tell her everything?

Because someone in there is trying to hurt Dr. Bryson.

And unless I'm...

way off base. They've got a staff member on their team.

I just didn't dare risk it.

Look, A .J., I don't know what I can do to help you.

The only crime is the one you committed. I know. You're lucky all they did was

fire you. Look, I must get back inside the hospital, and if I'm caught, I'm

going to go to jail.

But I have to assume that my client's life is in jeopardy, which means I have

assume that my brother's life is in jeopardy.

So what is it going to be? Are you going to go with me, or do I go alone?

I'm AJ.

Hi, this is AJ Simon.

At the tone, please leave your name, number, and a brief message.

AJ, where the hell are you?

Hi, look, Barbara is back in her room, but I have been up for 36 straight

gentlemen, by knockout at 12 seconds of the first round, winner

and still champion of the world, Morty Moskowitz.

Harper's not here.

Who are you?

Oh, wait a minute.

I know who you are.

How did you know that?

Well, because I'm a friend of Barbara's.

My name's Rick.

Hi.

Hi.

God.

Ugly, huh?

I've got to find my mommy.

Would you help me find my mommy?

Yeah.

I'll tell you what, Becky, let's... Why don't we go outside and see if your

mommy's there, okay?

Besides,

my mommy says it's not good to be by yourself.

You're funny.

You're too big to have a mommy.

No, I'm not.

Yes, you are. No, I'm not.

Besides, my mommy's one of my best friends.

Get me the police.

They're already here. I brought them with me. I'm Lieutenant Marsh, San Diego

PD. And I'm a private investigator.

My brother is here posing as a patient.

Posing? That's totally unethical, and I hope illegal.

We were hired to protect the life of another patient, Barbara Bryson.

Barbara? Her employer felt the attempts on her life were more than just

delusional, and it's Mr. Simon's professional opinion that he's right.

Why wasn't I told?

Because of the possibility of an inside man.

I resent that.

I know everybody on the staff.

And it is my professional opinion that Barbara needs psychiatric help, not

book heroes.

Nurse Purcell.

There won't be a lot that psychiatry can do for her if she gets her head blown

off.

Can you prove any of this? By the time we get a warrant, you could have more

proof than you can handle.

Becky, you know that garden at the other end of the lake?

The one with the purple flowers?

That's it. That's the one.

Now, we're going to walk all the way to the other end of that garden, okay?

Is that where my mommy is?

Where's my mommy?

She promised she'd help me.

Oh, honey, I don't know where your mommy is, but I'm going to help you find her,

okay? No.

Hey, hey, look.

Look what I've got.

You want to wear my hat?

good on you.

There you go.

How's that feel?

Why do you wear this hat all the time?

I don't know. I just like it.

You know what?

I've still got my Davy Crockett hat.

Bet you've never seen one of those, huh?

It's like having a raccoon sit right on top of your head.

Honey, right there.

Come on. Come on.

He's out there. He's out there. He's out there. Okay, okay, okay.

Just calm down now. Calm down.

All right, now, Becky, we're going to have to run again. You ready?

No. No, no, because he's out there.

Who?

Who is, honey? Who are you afraid of? My daddy!

Because he does bad things to me. When my mommy's not home, he takes me into

bedroom and he does bad things to me.

And that witch, that friend of Barbara.

Mama? Mm -hmm.

And that Dr. Cooney.

Barbara thinks he's so nice, but he's not. He does bad things, just like my

daddy. Okay, okay, Becky. Becky, honey, now calm down.

Your daddy is not going to hurt you anymore.

He's not here.

And I'm not gonna let anybody hurt you.

Ever.

Okay?

Okay?

But, honey, we're gonna have to run again.

You wanna run with me?

Huh?

Wanna run?

Can I wear your hat?

Oh, boy.

They got you.

Yeah, but I just need a Band -Aid.

You know what?

We're gonna have to... Don't run again.

Uh -huh. You ready? You want to run with me?

Okay. Now, you see that trail right over there?

Huh?

I'm going to start running this way.

When you see me start running, I want you to start running down that trail and

you keep running and you keep running and you don't stop for anybody except

okay? You bet. All right. You ready?

Mm -hmm.

Okay.

Drop the gun.

Drop it or I'll blow your head off. Drop it now.

Back up, you two.

Help me.

Oh, Canada.

Barbara can ID you.

At least Becky can.

Where is she?

I sent her off on a trail back there. We've got to go get her. Come on.

You just stay here and get your arm taken care of. Your arm can wait. I told

not to stop. I'll handle this. Get out of here.

She could be anywhere.

All right.

We're going to call for help and get this search organized properly. Then

going to get you some medical... I gave that to her.

It's checked out.

Barbara.

Don't call me that. Don't come any closer.

I told you Barbara isn't here anymore, and I'm going to make sure she never

comes back.

Ever. You must be Lydia.

Way to go, Einstein.

We've never met, but I've heard a lot about you. Hold it right there, Blondie.

Don't come any closer.

You know what I do to people who give me that smooth talk on horse manure?

I bite their tongues out.

Come on, Lydia.

Climb back over the rail. You don't want to fall.

Fall? Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

You think I'm here for the view?

Why?

Why would you want to do something like that? Oh, come on, come on, come on.

Don't come any closer now with that smooth talk. You want to save my life.

Get over here. I'll take you both with me.

Don't you want to tell us why you're doing it?

Okay. How about this?

Because I was born into a race of lusting, greedy, hairless, moronic apes

genius seems to be in making each other suffer.

Lydia, please.

What about Barbara?

Barbara, that wimp.

She couldn't even protect herself from her own daddy. Well, she doesn't deserve

to live.

Okay.

Well, what about Becky?

She's just a kid.

You shut up about Becky.

She's... She what?

She shouldn't die like this. You don't know anything about Becky. Yes, I do.

Yes, I do.

I know she deserves... Stop. You stop about Becky. ...better than anybody has

ever given her. I'll do it. I'll do it. Okay, okay, okay. I'm stopped. I'm right

here.

Well, let me ask you something now. What if you don't die?

Huh? I mean, what if you just wind up in a coma or something? I mean, you want

to put a little girl through that?

Stop that.

You know what? I really love that Becky.

I love her. I actually got her to laugh a couple of times.

And another one of my favorite things about her is the way she makes friends.

Now you say Barbara doesn't have any friends. Maybe that's true, but Becky

does.

She's got me.

I promised her.

And I was never going to let anybody hurt her ever again.

And I'm going to keep my word.

Beckel, you're a damn liar.

Becky.

It's me.

Becky.

Take my hand, Becky.

Becky.

Thank you.

Barbara? Dr. Bryson?

Yes, I'm Barbara Bryson.

Well, I don't know about you two, but I thought Barbara was a great witness.

Well, what matters is that the judge thought so.

Yeah, did you ever wonder what would happen if she, uh, you know, switched

personalities on the stand?

Yeah, but it's been almost a month since the bridge, and Lydia hasn't shown her

ugly face even once.

Well, I hope Barbara just gets the chance to be Barbara now.

She's got every opportunity. Good therapist, a boss who supports her.

And a couple of private eyes who I guess will be keeping pretty close tabs on

her. Oh, yeah?

Anyone we know?