All language subtitles for Mental.S01E07_English

I don't know what's wrong
with saying I'm horny.
You pig.

Friend of yours?

I thought it was going so well.
Actually, she was my date
last night.

And that was her roommate.

Not your day.
Not my year.

Maybe it's your technique.
Or the fact that
you're a misogynistic pig.

Maybe if you'd ever had
a relationship with a man you'd
have something to offer here.

This is what I love to see
first thing in the morning.

Two of my favorite colleagues
exchanging important
behavioral diagnosis.

What's the subject?
Dating. Failed relationships.
Suicidal ideations.

Aha.
Comes with the territory.

- What does?
- Intimacy issues.

- Research, on my desk,
tomorrow morning.
- Yeah.

What's the divorce rate
for psychiatrists as opposed to,
say, internists?

- I'm assuming a little more.
- Almost double.

Research, on my desk,
tomorrow morning.

You know, when I go to a party,
I don't tell anyone that I'm
even remotely attracted to...

that I'm a shrink.

Yeah, they just freeze up
and run for the hills.

You're dating an architect.
You pass by
a beautiful building.

Suddenly, they start warbling on
about how aesthetically wrong
the whole thing is.

Fascinating.
But you suck it up.

You're a shrink.
Do you ever...

start talking about
how this person
or that person needs therapy?

- No.
- Why not?

Well, it's too invasive.

It all comes down
to the same line:
"Stop analyzing me."

Stop analyzing me.

[ Woman On P.A. ]
Dr. Cutliffe, Dr. Bryant,

please report to
Presurgery Four North.

Craig! Hi.
What are you doing down here?

Hello, Doctor.
Uh, I'm gonna
have surgery tomorrow.

What kind of surgery?
Um, brain operation.

Dirty whore!

I don't understand. When you
left the resident day clinic,
you were doing so well.

- What happened?
- I was.
I-I-I thought so too.

But, um,
things have changed.

I'm-- I'm going downhill.

I'm so sorry
to hear that, Craig.

- Do you--
Do you know why that is?
- I-- I have to go now.

Uh, Mimi's waiting for me.

I-I need you to focus
for a minute.

Do you know what kind
of brain surgery
it is that you're having?

It's called a cingulotomy.

Douche bag!

[ Typing ]

Look, I-- I have to go.

The last thing I need
is to get in another fight
with Mimi.

You're having troubles
with Mimi? Since when?

Listen.
I can't talk about it now.

Bitch!

All right, Craig.

[ Chloe ]
The irony is,
behavior is our specialty.

We should be better at this
than anyone else. Why can't we
sustain a relationship?

Wait a minute.
You and--

Yeah, I got
a "Dear Chloe" e-mail.

- Oh. I'm sorry.
- What, no "I told you so"?

Hey, I've been there.
I know what it's like.
What happened?

I just think she couldn't handle
how involved I was in my career.

I mean, she has a life.
I don't.

We're residents.
We work 18 hours a day.
What does she expect?

It's not just the hours.
It's the fact that
we're intimately involved...

in every detail
of our patients' lives.

Their sexual needs,
their fantasies,
their dysfunctions.

What did you expect?
It's not the hours.

But you're always telling us
to ask more questions,
dig deeper.

The deeper we dig
into our patients' lives,
the more we're burying our own.

- I'm incredibly tuned in.
- And humble.

No, I mean with my patients.
I sense what they're feeling,
what they need from me.

Women-- I have no freakin' clue.
I always end up
saying the wrong thing.

Or end up sleeping
with their roommate.

Maybe we're just screwed up.

Is that terminology
in the DSM-IV?

No, I-- I mean to begin with.

People who are
drawn to this field,
like you guys,

usually do so because
something in their own lives
has led them to believe...

that people are, in general,
including themselves,

totally screwed up.

So, basically you're saying that
none of us is destined to have
a successful relationship.

That we're gonna go through life
lonely and miserable?

God, what is wrong with us?

What's wrong with you?

You're psychiatrists.

[ Dings ]

A cingulotomy.
I mean, can you believe this?

Who ordered the surgery?

Some hack shrink
I've never even heard of
his wife, Mimi, put him onto.

- The wife calls the shots.
- How long have
they been married?

Ten years. No kids.
They were happy.

Listen, this man was doing
so well in my clinic.

When he first came to me,
his O.C.D. had gotten so bad, he
was presenting with Tourette's.

Six months later, I said
good-bye to him. The outbursts,
the tics-- virtually gone.

He got himself a new job.
His marriage was back on track.

When's the surgery
scheduled for?

Tomorrow morning,
8:00 a.m.

A neurosurgeon here at Wharton's
performing it.
A Dr. Zan Avidan.

- What kind of name
is that anyway, Zan Avidan?
- I have no idea.

Anyway, I can't find her.
I've been down
to the Neuro unit.

I-I-I've left
voice mail messages. Nothing.

Anyone would think she's hiding.

"Recent studies, 32% of patients
previously unresponsive...

"to medication
and behavioral treatments
for O.C.D....

were at least
partly improved
after a cingulotomy."

But that's just it.
He had vastly improved...

with behavioral treatments
and medication.

Does it mention there
the side effects
of having the brain surgery?

Uh-huh.
"Deficits of focus
and sustained attention,

"as well as mild
executive dysfunction.

- Loss of speech,
loss of memory"--
- So he undergoes the surgery.

He has parts of
his brain tissue burned off.

The success rate's below 50%,
and there's side effects. Nice.

I'm with you.
The surgery's still
in the experimental phase.

I'm not a fan
of cutting anyone open
if an alternative exists.

Obviously he was
doing well in your care
with therapy and medication.

Very well.
Right. I think
I'll go down...

to pre-op and have a chat
with Mr. Peters.

Really?
I-I'll go with you.

Officially
he's not our patient.

Well, officially, no.

My department,
my responsibility.

Let me take the heat.

Okay.

Prick. Whoop!

[ Jack ]
Craig?
Yes.

Dr. Jack Gallagher.

Are you
the anesthesiologist?
Actually, no.

I'm the director
of Psychiatric Services
here at the hospital.

Dr. Hayden-Jones-- Veronica--
she asked me to drop by.

- She was very concerned
about you.
- Why? [ Sputters ]

Douche bag!
[ Device Clicks ]

How much do you know
about the operation tomorrow,
Craig?

I was-- I was informed
about the procedure.

I was told that I would feel
much better afterwards.

And the surgeon--
the surgeon assured me that
the operating room was sterile.

[ Sawing ]
Oh, yeah. It's sterile.

Did they tell you that right
before the operation,

someone's gonna
come down here with a razor
and shave your head?

My whole-- My whole head?
But I don't have
very much hair to begin with.

[ Chuckles ] And then
they're gonna take you down
to the operating room...

where someone's gonna
drill a hole in your skull.

But, uh,
I'll be asleep by then.

Oh, yeah.
There'll be no pain involved.
Least not till you wake up.

You see, Craig, most surgeons
I know, they're very good
at slicing people open.

But they're not so good
with helping with the months
of recuperation afterwards.

- Months?
- Uh-huh. Afraid so.

But my, uh-- my symptoms--

[ Stammering ]
the ticcing, the swearing--
[ Sawing ]

the O.C.-- O.C.D.--

It's all
gonna improve, right?
Maybe.

At least with the O.C.D. anyway.
No guarantees.

Though also no guarantees
with psychotherapy
and medication,

you did improve tremendously
in Veronica's day clinic.

Nobody had to shave your head,
drill a hole in your skull--
[ Cantaloupe Squishing ]

and root around
inside your brain.

Can I--
Can I still change my mind?

I was hoping you'd ask that.

I thought he was
growing on you.
He is, but like a weed.

Invading all my territory.
It's not that
he's doing a bad job.

It's just that, you know,
Craig Peters is my patient.

And, you know, he just comes in
and he takes over.
No more shop talk.

Sorry. So was the penne
puttanesca up to your standards?
Mmm. A little al dente.

[ Chuckles ]
Yeah.

The goat cheese capellini
was just shy of perfection.
Shh! Okay.

You should come over one night.
I'll cook for you.

Maybe I will.
You won't.

What?
You won't.

I ask you a dozen times
to come over to my place,

and every single time,
you've had some excuse not to.

What are you afraid of?
What you might find?

Bachelor pad extraordinaire--
lava lamps, water bed,
animal-print rug?

Moose head?
I'm not afraid
of what I might find.

Just that, you know--
Well, maybe--
maybe I'll like it there.

Oh, and want to stay.

Rylan.

All right.
Okay. All right.

[ Chuckling ]

How about tonight?
If I can get away early.

Okay.
[ Clears Throat ]

Four Seasons? Motel 6?
There's a park bench.

Your choice.

[ Clears Throat ]
About going to your place--
No, I get it.

Eh, you're missin' out.

Beefsteak tomato.
Ah.

Charm the pants off you.
My pants are
coming off me anyway.

So are yours.

[ Chattering ]

No. Mm-mmm.
Mm-mmm. Mm-mmm.

Nothing for him, Mario.
He's not staying.

Arturo, what kind of game
are you playing?
I'm not playing any game.

I gave you an assignment.
You're obviously
not taking it seriously.

I need information.
You need to keep your job.
I'm trying.

Have you had dinner
with him yet?
I've asked.

Outside of work,
he's kind of a loner.

Is he sleeping with anyone?
Anyone at the hospital?
I don't know.

The problem in a nutshell.

What do you want me to tell you?
Dr. Gallagher's a good guy.

Be aggressive.
Be inventive.

Tell him you're having
a crisis of conscience.

You're wondering whether
you continue spying
or be like Mario here--

serving lunch for a living.

Given the stakes,
I have every confidence
that you'll find a way.

I'm not trained
to do this, Dr. Belle.

No?

I thought acting
ran in your family.

What happened at the poker game?

Nothing.
He's a good card player.
He won.

- Did you see any drug
paraphernalia in evidence?
- Other than alcohol, no.

- Was he drinking?
- We all were. Beer.

- Do you believe
he has a problem with alcohol?
- Not from what I've seen.

I don't know everything
about you, Arturo.

Mmm.
Yeah. Thank you.

But I do know this.

You want more than anything
to be sitting right where
I'm sitting, right now.

And I can make sure
that that happens,

or I can make sure
that that never happens.

[ Lighter Clicks ]

[ Phone Ringing ]

Dr. Gallagher.
I got a page.

Excuse me.
Are you Dr. Gallagher?
Right there.

Hmm?
You got me.
Yeah, figures.

Excuse me?
Well, they told me
you were a bit odd.

Who's they?
I'm here about
my patient Craig Peters.

You must be, uh--
Dr. Avidan.

Ah.

You literally
come down to my pre-op,
and you kidnap my patient.

He left voluntarily.
Only after you scared
the living crap out of him.

Just had a little chat with him.
Excuse me.
Excuse me, sir.

Uh, would you rather
spend the next 20 years
in psychotherapy,

or an hour and a half
in an operating room?

Uh, I don't know.
How do you like it?

Where the hell do you get off
talking my patient
out of surgery?

A: You have no business
even speaking to him.

And, B: This operation
is extremely important.
To whom?

Excuse me?
Cingulotomies
are rarely performed.

It's a risky and unproven
procedure. Is your concern
for your patient or your résumé?

Listen, Doctor--
and I use that term loosely--
You're about to cut a hole...

in the head of a man
you know nothing about.

I know that he's unable
to live a normal life.

I know that you geniuses
have had him on the couch
for six months...

and he still can't go to work.

He can't eat at a restaurant.
He can't have sexual relations
with his wife.

Why?
Because of his
obsessive-compulsive condition.

But why?
Why exactly is he O.C.D.?
What's the root cause?

I don't see how this has--
You're treating the symptoms,
not the disease.

Leave the medicine
to the real doctors,
will you, Gallagher?

Oh!
And who are they?

I want Peters back in pre-op
by tomorrow morning,

or I'm filing disciplinary
charges against you.

It's Craig's decision.
Not with you up his ass.

Well, you'll have to
arm-wrestle me for him.

You'd lose.

[ Woman On P.A. ]
Orderly, 319.
Orderly, 319.

Wow.

[ Dings ]

I don't understand.
It was all taken care of.

Craig went to a psychiatrist,
who referred him to a surgeon--
Dr. Avidan.

Why is he back
in the psych ward?

Mimi, you say you know
what's best for your husband.

If that's true--
Of course it's true.
He needs to have the surgery.

Unfortunately,
we're not convinced.

We? You're not the ones
who have to live with him.

He twitches.
He screams out "dirty whore."

He refuses to take me any place
because of all the germs
in public places.

[ Chuckles ] He carries a bottle
of disinfectant with him
at all times, even in bed.

He sprays me with it.

Last week,
he put a plastic bag
over our cat.

- She nearly died.
- I'm very sorry, Mimi.

Look, I'm just trying
to save my marriage.

I love Craig.
You know that.

I've spent 10 years
with him and this O.C.D.

But now, it's--

It's just gotten so bad.
I don't know how--
how anyone could take it.

Mimi,
there's no easy solution.

We had a solution--
surgery.

This is Mimi.
This is Craig's wife.

Uh, Doctors Gallagher
and Suarez.

The thing is, Mimi,
we can always
reschedule the surgery.

Good.
Then we'll reschedule it now.

After we've had
a chance to treat him
with medication and therapy,

we can get him
right back on track
without such an invasive step.

No, no, no.
I'm done with that.

I want him back.
I want the man
that I married back.

I can't wait years for--

We're not talking years.
It may just be
a matter of months.

No. Not months,
not weeks, not days.
I'm done.

He's having the surgery,
or I don't know what I'll--

Arturo, would you
take Mrs. Peters
to the doctors' lounge...

and get her
a glass of water?

Sure.

[ Knocks ]
Have you seen Mimi?

She's, uh--
She's still with Arturo,
I think.

- There's something
wrong with her.
- What?

I don't know. I-It's like
she's changed. She's like
a completely different person.

Walk with me.

She dropped him off
and picked him up from
the clinic every single day.

She was never late.
She'd hand him his lunch
before she left,

remind him
to take his meds.
You heard her.

He's not the easiest person
to live with. Perhaps
she's at the end of her rope.

I don't buy that.
She was a dedicated caregiver.

Her only concern was--
was making sure
that Craig got better.

- Even the way she looked.
- What do you mean?

Well, the low-cut top,
the black stockings.

This woman used to dress
so conservatively.

She would never wear a skirt.
She was mousy
and she was shy.

- This was only
a few months ago?
- Yeah.

The change in her is radical,
and I think
it's affecting Craig.

[ Chattering ]

So I'm still waiting
on those disciplinary charges.

May I?
No.

I'm warning you, Gallagher.
If Craig isn't rescheduled
for surgery...

in the next 12 hours,
you're in a world of trouble.

Nothing to do with me.
It's Craig's decision.

Mmm. Yeah, with you
aiding and abetting.
This isn't a conspiracy.

That's exactly
what this is. This is
a psychiatric conspiracy.

So, what, are you opposed
to all types of surgery,
or just neurosurgery?

You've got me all wrong.
I like all forms
of modern medicine.

But I also like
good, old-fashioned ones,
like, um,

talking to the patient.

There are more ways
of getting inside a brain
than just sawing it open.

Tell me that
the next time you have
a cerebral aneurysm. Okay?

I'll pray you're on call
when that happens.

- So how long
you been at Wharton?
- Longer than you have.

Geez, I'm just
making conversation.
Yeah, to what end?

What, you think your charm,
your personality,

your, uh-- your-- your
handsomeness is gonna win me
over after what you did?

I have charm and personality
and handsomeness?

Excuse me.

[ Knocking ]

[ Door Opens ]
[ Jack ]
Hey, hey.

Hi.
[ Door Closes ]

How are you, Craig?
Great.

I haven't ticced
for at least 20 minutes.

That's good.

What's happened to you, Craig,
since you left the day clinic?

Things were going pretty well.

I got a job as a teller
in the bank where Mimi works.

Oh, yeah?
You still on the job?

No, I got fired.

Money is very unsanitary,
as you know.

Yes, it is. Filthy.

Speak to the manager
about maybe wearing
some plastic gloves?

I did.
She said it wasn't allowed.

Mimi's the manager.

Oh.

How are things
with you and Mimi at home?

Not so good.
You know what it's like.

Actually, I don't.

Never been married.

Well, you've seen Mimi.

So you know what
a sexual dynamo she is.

She wants to, you know,
do it every night.

Sometimes two or three times.

And... I can't.

Because of her germs?

No.

I mean, I spray a lot,
so that's not it.

We used to have
a great sex life.
But now--

Now she's not satisfied.

Ever.

And it makes the ticcing
and everything worse.

I-- I don't want
to have this surgery.

But--

I'd do anything for her.

She's put up with me
for all these years.

No one else would have.

She's my whole life.

[ Knocking ]

Mrs. Peters.
Please call me Mimi.

Mimi, come on in.

Have you seen Craig today?
Yes.
I just came from his room.

He seems calmer.

He's on the same medication
we gave him before.

It might be a week or so
before you see any difference
in the tics.

If I thought this operation
would cure him, I'd be wheeling
him down to the O.R. right now.

That I can promise you.

Would you like to sit down?

Well, yes,
actually I would.

We don't have to just
talk about Craig, you know.

- No?
- No.

We could talk about
other things.

Like,

are you seeing
anyone special right now?

Is that important to you?

I'm-- I'm just curious.

I have to
get back to work, so--

I'll see you later?

Sure.

Mmm.

- A garter belt?
- Uh-huh.

What color?

I don't believe it.
She's not the type.
Still waters.

Sounds like
she was comin' on to you.

You think it's possible
she has some kind of
hypersexual disorder?

A nymphomaniac?

Why are women nymphos
and men popular?

[ Veronica ]
I wonder if Craig knows.

He could know.
He could even approve.
[ Jack ] It's possible.

Arturo, did you notice
anything unusual?

So what color was
the garter belt?

Black. Gray, actually.

Sorry.

- How did this happen?
- I don't know.

I-I mean, I do,
but it was crazy.

I-I-I mean, I took her
to the doctor's lounge,
like you asked me to.

And I turned around
to get her a cup of coffee.

And she's right there.

And she puts her hands
on my ass.

Unzips my fly.
[ Zipper Opens ]

There was no stopping her.

- I got the picture.
- This has never happened to me.

With a patient,
with a patient's family,
in a hospital--

- This will never happen again.
- Okay.

Dr. Gallagher,
she's pretty persuasive.

Okay.

Now, I know that I have no right
to ask this of you, but...

I'd appreciate it
if we kept this
between ourselves.

If Dr. Belle found out--

Why so concerned
about Carl in particular?

He's just--
He can be very judgmental.

This will stay just between us.

Thank you.

Why am I not surprised?
You do anything normal?

God, I hope not.

Yours?
[ Alarm Chirps ]

Why am I not surprised?

Pretty sweet.

Course I'm not ruining
the environment
with greenhouse gases.

Eat your heart out,
bike boy.

[ Engine Cranks, Sputters ]

Need a lift?

Infectious diseases?
Parasitic worms?

Mm-hmm.
They fascinated me.

But then I thought,
a career spent diagnosing
irritable bowel syndrome?

No, thanks.
Fair enough.

You gonna eat those fries?

So what was it exactly
about these little worm things
that did it for you?

Nasty little buggers.
Tough to kill.

So you're saying
you admire them?
Yeah.

Their tenacity.

How about that pickle?

Mmm.
Thank you.

I'm so hungry.
I didn't have a chance
to eat today.

What, you don't approve?
Actually, it's refreshing.

I like a woman
who's not allergic to food.

What kind of women
have you been dating?

Well, they, uh--
they know who they are.

They're not
easily intimidated.

They know what they want.

I want...

that burger.

[ Dings ]

[ Chuckles ]

[ Exhales ]

- Hey, Doc.
- Hey.

Hey, uh, look.
Th-That, uh--
It-- It wasn't, uh--

Um--
You know she's married.

- To a patient on the ward.
- Yes. Yes, I do.

I'm, um--
I'm really sorry, but--

I mean--
Come on, she's a--

- Sexual dynamo?
- Yeah.

I heard that.

No more?
Swear to God.

Okay.

[ Both Chuckling ]

Mimi?

Can I see you in my office
for a minute?

Of course.

[ Door Closes ]

Did you want something,
Doctor?

Yes, Mimi,
I want to talk to you.
I want to talk to you too.

All right.
There are a few--
I know what you really want.

And I really want
to give it to you.

That's better.

I believe you have
a real problem.

Maybe you're the one
with the problem.

[ Door Closes ]

[ Carl ]
All right, Mr. Hygard.
Watch and learn.

You care to
make it interesting?
How interesting?

Say, a grand.

You're on.
[ Chuckles ]
Okay.

- Ah!
- [ Hygard Laughing ]

[ Grunts ]
Didn't quite make it,
did it?

[ Laughing ]

Did I mention
how gorgeous this club is?

Oh, you can't even
buy a membership here.
Not for any amount of money.

You gotta be
grandfathered in.

- How's our little friend doin'?
- Burying himself
a little deeper every day.

- How about that resident
you own? Anything we can use?
- No. Just icing on the cake.

Old Gallagher's
a walking time bomb.

Just a matter of time
before he explodes.

Hopefully not too much time.
Eleven votes on the board.

If we called for a dismissal
hearing today, we can count on
no more than five.

By the time I'm through
with him, it'll be unanimous.
You can bet on that.

Speaking of betting--
Uh, I'm happy to take a check.
I assume you're good for it.

Thom. Double or nothing.
Cash is great,
but I'm happy--

[ Chuckles ]
You're a greedy bastard.

Oh, you have no idea.

Craig, what's goin' on?
I'm going to
have the surgery.

Why?
I had no choice.

Mimi said
she was gonna--
Stop! Stop that. Stop that.

Look at me.
Why?

Mimi said she was
gonna file for divorce.

Just give me one more day.

Okay.

[ Door Opens ]

I'm not gonna have the surgery
till tomorrow morning anyway.
[ Door Closes ]

Whoa.
What, are you stalking me now?

I just came down here to see
what the real doctors get up to.
Mmm.

It's fascinating.
Oh, isn't it?

This is an M.R.I.
We use it to prep brain surgery.

Really?
Sounds complicated.

I assume you'll
affect the lesion through
the electrolytic destruction...

of the anterior cingulate gyrus,
as opposed to
a bilateral surgical excision.

As a matter of fact,
I will.
So one little zap,

and out goes the O.C.D.,
the tics and the Tourette's.
You got it.

An astounding one-third
of the time.

Why are you here?
I'm here because of Craig.

I need your help.
Let me get this straight.

Craig is scheduled
to have surgery
tomorrow morning.

You want me talking him
out of it again.
That'd be nice.

When was it exactly
that you lost your mind?

I want to arrange a sit-down
between the Psych unit
and Neurosurgery.

Just chatting over
our differences for the sake
of the common good.

Your good is more like it.

Well, it would be
a useful training exercise
for my staff.

And Veronica's up my ass about
Craig being her patient, so
you'd be doing me a solid there.

But we both know
this is about Craig.

The consequences
could be severe.
What consequences?

Are you really certain
that this surgery is gonna work?

A sit-down. That's all.
And then you'll leave me alone
about this?

Promise.
You bring your team.
I'll bring my team.

Don't forget Mimi.

We'll all sit down
like adults and talk
through this peacefully,

once and for all.

All right!
All right! All right!

All right. Let's look at
some of the things we agree on.

Craig has O.C.D.
It's interfering with his life.

And we must take steps
to improve the situation.

- Immediate steps.
- So we can agree...

that we're all here
because we want to help Craig.

[ Zan ]
Craig has made his choice,
Doctor.

Craig hasn't even
had a say in this!

What are you suggesting?
That he's being
forced into this?

- Craig wants to have
this surgery.
- What Craig wants...

is to please his wife,
regardless of the risks.

- What risks?
- Loss of brain function,
including memory and stroke.

- Highly unlikely, Doctor.
- Blood clots, blindness,
infection, death.

[ Zan ] All this together
adds up to less than one percent
of most surgeries.

[ Jack ]
All right.

Can I see you outside
for a moment, Doctor?

[ Door Opens ]

I think there's
a strong possibility that Mimi's
got Klüver-Bucy syndrome.

What hat did you pull
that one out of?
I know. I know. It's rare.

But I've been watching her,
and she's got
a cluster of symptoms--

hyperorality,
fearlessness, hypersexuality.

[ Scoffs ] Are we talking
about the same person here?
Mimi, Craig's wife?

- She's a sex addict.
- [ Exhales ]

And you know this because--

Because she slept with
half my staff, and she tried to
do the deed with me as well.

I see.
Have you even been
watching her in there?

She's orally fixated. She's
flirting with that good-looking
resident that sat next to you.

You know, the one you can't
keep your eyes off?

Yeah, you know,
he is kind of good-looking,
isn't he?

And just so you know,
not every hypersexual person is
suffering from a brain lesion.

It's a long shot.
Humor me.

I'll rule it out.

- I'm not changing my mind.
- Mimi, this is not about
a cingulotomy.

This is about you.

We're concerned.

We're concerned about
your compulsive sexual activity.

Well, that's none
of your business.
Uh, it is, Mimi.

Craig is our patient, and
we believe that your behavior
is affecting him.

How long's
it been going on?

I mean, do you guys
have an open relationship?

No.
It's only been going on
for a couple of months.

But what does my behavior
have to do with Craig's O.C.D.?

A couple of months, you say.
All right.
Let's look at the timeline.

Craig leaves the clinic,
what, a few months ago?

A couple of months ago,
you start these urges.

And Craig can't fulfill them,
so he gets nervous,
he gets agitated.

His O.C.D. comes back,
and his Tourette's
comes back with a vengeance.

- So his condition is my fault?
- I'm not saying that exactly,

but you may have
exacerbated it.

But even that
may not be your fault.
Mimi, look.

We believe you may be sick.

We think that
you may have a condition
called Klüver-Bucy,

which is a brain lesion
or tumor.

- What?
- Which is probably
most likely...

not life-threatening
or cancerous.

[ Nervous Chuckle ]

You're telling me
that I have a tumor...

and that this tumor
is what's causing me to want to,
you know, have sex all the time?

- We think so, yes.
- But we can't
determine it for sure...

until we do a work-up-- blood
work, a physical, CAT scan.

So I have all of these tests,
and you find a tumor.
Then what?

It should be removed.

And once it's gone,
the hypersexuality--

we think that'll go too.

And I'll be back
to the way I was before?

And Craig will have
a very good chance
at improving also.

Excuse me.

I think
I'm in the wrong house.
Denny.

It's just dinner.
I got home early, so--

Third time this week.

To what do I owe the pleasure?
Sit down.
I'm making your favorite--

Caesar salad, New York steak
and strawberry cheesecake.

Wow.
How was your session?

Actually, it was great.
They want me to sit in
on piano again tomorrow.

Really? Fantastic.
How was your day?

Oh, you know.
The usual insanity.

Tell me.

Well, um, we're dealing with
a real-life nymphomaniac
on the ward.

She's the wife
of one of my O.C.D. patients,

and she's putting the moves
on all the males
in the hospital.

Really?
What's she look like?

Not like you'd expect.
Not at all.

But her poor husband,
who's so O.C.D.
he can't even hold down a job--

His wife's everything to him,
and he-- he hasn't got a clue.

Maybe he does.

Maybe he knows.
I mean, a husband
can usually tell when--

When what?

When his wife is
runnin' around on him.

You're havin' an affair,
aren't you?

Why would you say
something like that?

Because you're happier
than you've been
in a long time.

And I know better
than to think
it's because of me.

[ Dings ]

It's very small and benign.
That's good news.

- How long has it been there?
- There's no real way to tell.

Uh, could've been there
for years.

Or it could have been there
just a couple of months.
Couldn't it?

Yes. It could be
a very recent growth.

So what now?

Well, I'd like to
schedule a surgery
to have it removed.

But you said
it wasn't cancerous
or life-threatening.

It could develop
into something more serious.

But it's not serious now.

I don't want the surgery.

Mimi-- Look.

[ Beeps ]

We believe
that this hypersexuality
that you're exhibiting...

might be caused
by the tumor pressing down
on the brain tissue.

I could do therapy.
I mean, you're the one
who says...

it's better to have
a noninvasive course of action.

Well, this is different, Mimi.
This is a tumor.

There is a potential risk
to us not operating.

We can't be sure that you won't
lose vital cognitive...

or even basic
life-sustaining functions...

if you don't let us
get this thing out of your head.

Why don't you
discuss this with Craig?
Oh, no, no.

Craig can't know
about my symptoms.

Well, in fairness,
the way you're carrying on,
it's possible he already knows.

Maybe after
Craig's surgery.

Even if the cingulotomy
is successful,

it's not gonna help
Craig's O.C.D....

if you carry on behaving
the way you're behaving.

The real reason she doesn't want
the operation is because she's
happy with the way things are.

How can you say she's happy?
She's confused.
She doesn't know what she wants.

Her marriage is falling apart.
What does she care?
She's hustling other guys.

- You should know.
- Suggestions, people.

[ Veronica ]
I just think this whole thing
is completely ironic.

Mimi's insisting Craig have
the operation, when there's
a very viable alternative,

and yet she's refusing
to have an operation herself.

She's insisting there is
a viable alternative--
therapy.

That's one thing she is right
about. Sexual addiction can be
controlled through therapy.

She's not even interested
in controlling it.

She should be,
because right now
it's controlling her.

[ Arturo ]
Look, it's simple.
She's afraid of the surgery...

because she doesn't want
to go back to her old life.

I think what Mimi's really
afraid of is losing the power
that she now feels over men.

[ Arturo ] She did say
she was a virgin
when she met Craig.

[ Chloe ] Exactly.
She never got the chance
to play the field.

The fact that she can use
this condition as an excuse...

to go out and freely flirt,
pick up and seduce any man on
the street is self-medicating.

Well, maybe.
But it's dangerous.

So, um,
where are we going?

It's like
I told you earlier.

I thought
you could use a drink.

** [ Rock And Roll ]

** [ Continues ]
[ Snoring ]

[ Chattering ]

So...

here they are.
Who?

Your future sexual partners.
[ Scoffs ]

** [ Continues ]

[ Exhales ]
If this is some kind of joke,
it's not funny.

No, it's not a joke.

I'm gonna hazard a guess.

I'd say these are, uh,

half the number of men
you've slept with
in the last two months alone.

Who are they?
Who's this guy?

Is he out on bail
for murder?

Who are those guys down there?
What's the condition
of their health?

That guy have herpes?
What about his mate there?

Does he have AIDS?
Look at this guy.

A member of
the American Nazi Party.

Do you really care?

I love the way this feels.

Look at me.
I was never sexy.

Even if I got all dressed up,
no way a man would take notice.

But now,

it doesn't matter
what I look like.

I feel sexy.
I feel like I can have
any man that I wanted.

And you will always
have that choice.

But what about Craig?

He loves you.

He thinks you're sexy.
Thinks you're a goddess.

And he's willing
to have his head
cut open for you.

** [ Continues ]

[ Woman ] Breathe.
They said they'd call me
when the surgery was over.

It should be soon.
Don't worry. She'll be fine.

And things will be better
between you and Mimi.

They already are.

It's-- It's complicated,
isn't it?

What is?
Marriage.

Craig.
She's in Recovery.

Come on.

[ Monitor Beeping ]

Surgery went really well.
Uh, tumor's all gone.

- She's fine.
- Thank you, Doctor.

Mimi, I was so worried.

Yeah.
I love you.

I made so many mistakes, Craig.
I didn't mean to--
You were sick.

You're gonna be fine now.

So am I.
Mmm. Mmm.

So, end of story.
Not quite.

Anyone ever tell you
how sexy you look
in those scrubs?

So many times,
you don't even know. I think
I look sexier without 'em.

Hungry?

Starving.

This can be construed
as our second date.

What do you say we go
and do something
a little bit romantic?

Let's go to Henry's.
Let's get carryout.

And then
let's go back to your place.

[ Dings ]

[ Child ]
Show's on!