All language subtitles for Mental.S01E10_English

[ Man ]
She might not be
so easy to recognize.

I'll know her.

And none of these are her.

Four years on the street is
a long time, Dr. Gallagher.

You want me
to stay on it?

Of course.
At the same level?

If you need more people,
money's not an issue.

I'm saying, you might
want to scale back.

Why would I do that?

Rebecca's name and picture
have been out to the police,
the neighborhood...

and any shelter,
aid organization,

church and free clinic
in the area for months.

I can't say we're any closer
to finding your sister...

than we were the first day
you walked into my office.

I'm trying to be
straight with you.

I appreciate it.
Same level.

Ethan, you have
to take your meds.

[ Radio: Static ]
They make me sleepy.

Even so.

Wh-What if he calls?

He'll call back.

- What if he doesn't?
- Bottoms up.

He promised that he'd call.

[ Typing ]

You know, why don't I
stay here for a little while.
Just in case.

There you are.

It's okay, Ethan.

[ Beeping ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Exhales ]

[ Doorbell Rings ]

[ Ringing Continues ]

Hey, stranger.

Rebecca?

[ Both Laughing ]

How did you get here?
I don't know. I--

I-I don't know.
It just happened, Jack.
I--

I woke up, and I was back.

Are you okay?
I can't explain it.

Sit down.
Sit down.

I don't know if it will last,
but I'm here.

Okay.
You-- You okay?

[ Shuddering ]

I tried to speak,
but I couldn't.

When I called,
and you talked to me--

I know. I know.

I want to get better, Jack.

We're gonna
make that happen.

I'm gonna
get you some water.

Okay.
It's okay.

Okay.
It's okay.

Are you hungry?
What can I get you to eat?

- Surprise me.
- Omelet.

Um, spinach, mushrooms.

[ Microwave Beeping ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Dings ]

My computer is fine, Carl.

It's obsolete.
It is a doorstop, as is mine.

Oh, which is the point
of this conversation.

What's the point?
Oh, Carl wants a new,
upgraded company laptop.

He assumes if I join in the
chorus, you'll be more likely
to lend your support.

- Why would Carl assume that?
- Carl thinks you favor me.

- Ridiculous.
- I think I favor Carl.

Ridiculous that this hospital
expects us to do our jobs
lacking the requisite tools.

- Hard drive envy.
- It's a guy thing.

Carl.

Ira.
How are you?

Slumming?

You know I enjoy these
visits to Loony Land.

Uh, Dr. Gallagher,
Ira Greenbaum,
senior staff, neurology.

- Zan's Dr. Gallagher?
- What brings you?

Oh, transferring a patient.
Bauer, William.

New onset asthma,
atypical retinal signs,
thermoregulatory dysfunction.

Requiring the services
of a pulmonary specialist,

endocrinologist
and ophthalmologist.

Done, done and, oh, done.
Also infectious diseases,

allergic medicine
and neurology.

We all drew blanks.
He's not symptomatic?

Well, the symptoms
are real enough. They're just
not physiologically based.

Could be multi-system
conversion disorder-- something
in the somatoform family.

By God, Sherlock,
you've cracked the case!

Obviously
I'm in the right place.

Yeah.
I'll, uh,
e-mail his files.

- Be right back.
- [ Shivering ]

There you go.

Tell me about
the accident, Billy.

[ Groans ]
It was about four--
four months ago, on a site.

You work construction?
Yeah.

I'm getting
my contractor's license.

[ Sighs ]
Was.

What happened?

[ Over Speaker ]
We were tearing down
this old apartment building.

We were excavating
the basement when, uh,

I thought I was clear
of the pit, but the ground
gave way underneath me.

It took them
about eight hours
to dig me out.

You must've been terrified,
being swallowed up like that.

[ Billy Mutters ]

[ Carl ] It was dark?
[ Billy ]
Pretty much.

- Cold?
- [ Exhales ]
Real cold.

Must've been a lot of dust
in the air--
what little air there was.

Yeah. I still wake up
every morning choking.

- [ Coughing ]
- Are you all right?

No.

[ Coughs, Shivers ]

- [ Beeps ]
- [ Shudders ]

Mr. Bauer,
you could have been killed.

Instead, you survived
an accident with only
minor injuries.

- You might consider
yourself fortunate.
- Well, I can't drive.

I can't work.
I can't go to school.

I can barely get around.
I feel very fortunate,
thank you.

[ Typing ]

- You wanted to see me?
- William Bauer.

Somatoform disorder.

Possibly heightened
by latent claustrophobia
activated by the accident.

You do know
about the accident?
I read the file.

Then you realize
the correspondence...

between what Bauer
experienced while buried
and the symptoms now...

are too exact
to be coincidental.

He's immobilized,
in fear of his life.

He's cold. He can't see.
He can't breathe.

Symptoms you accentuated
by feeding the patient
images during intake.

Now why would I do that?

To validate your diagnosis.

Treatment options?

Pharmacotherapy
and psychotherapy.

With an S.S.R.I.
to elevate mood...

and the right sleep medication
and a good talk therapist,

Billy's life should resume
normal patterns within
a fairly short period of time.

That's optimistic.
No, it is not.

Bauer's a healthy young man
with no prior history of
psychological disturbance.

What about the time gap?
Three months between
the accident...

and the onset
of physical symptoms?

How does that sit
with conversion?

You think I'm giving
the patient short shrift.

A too-quick diagnosis leading
to a hasty prescription.

What do you think?

I think your bloated ego
occasionally clouds
your judgment.

Occasionally?

Rylan.
Hola.

You don't smoke.

I don't smoke around you.
Today's an exception.

Okay, what the hell happened?
Nora told me you walked out
on a patient in the E.R.?

Mmm.
Nora, as usual,
is very well informed.

It's true?
With an explanation.

- You're joking about this?
- That is the essential
Rylan Moore.

Service with a smile.

[ Groans ]
Cut the crap.

[ Sighs ]

Paramedics brought in
a prostitute.

Christine.

Apparently one of Christine's
johns demanded a refund,

and when she objected,
he stuck a knife
between her legs.

We managed to stop the bleeding,
but, uh, she was very close.

As we were finishing up
with Christine, the police
brought in the john.

He had a G.S.W.
to the right shoulder.
Resisting arrest--

He was very lucky.
It barely clipped him.

You've dealt with similar
situations dozens of times.

I probably would've helped
this case, too, if he
hadn't opened his mouth.

And said?

"Let the whore bleed."

You should go home.

I was thinking
the same thing.

Want to come?

I'm in the middle
of my shift.

All right.

I could see you later.
I'm thinking about
driving up the coast.

Maybe spend a couple
nights in Santa Barbara.

We talked about doing that.

You know I can't.

Then I'll see you
when I get back.

Yeah, good.

How's Billy doin'?
He's not so good.

Damn.
I really like that kid.

Always on time.
Good attitude, smart.

Steady, you know?
And then this.

My business manager
keeps telling me to expect
a lawyer letter...

suing my ass for damages,
but I don't think Billy
would do that.

You think the accident was
your company's fault?

It occurred on my site.

Is that really
what started all this?

It set something in motion.

The timing's
too coincidental.
I don't know.

What can you tell me about it?

Come on. I'll show you.
That way.

It happened down here.
The ground just gave way
without warning.

It's all filled in now.

I didn't see
the collapse,

but I came running
when I heard the shouting.
Well, what did you see?

It must've been an old
air shaft, predating the
building we were demolishing.

About six feet across.
Billy landed
about 20 feet down.

I suppose these things
happen, just not to me.

You saying it hurt
your business?
No, not really.

It made all the local
news channels. Everyone
loves a happy ending.

Having one of your employees
buried alive?

What? What's this
"buried alive" crap?

- Billy wasn't buried?
- Hell, no.

Like I said, he fell about
20 feet below the surface.

He could see out,
and the rescue team in,
at all times.

He could breathe?
His legs were trapped,

but he could still move
his arms and his head.

He spent most of the eight hours
chattin' up the cute little
paramedic...

lookin' over him--
Annie.

The only reason why I know
her name is because afterward,
Billy and she dated.

Was it cold that day?

In L.A.?

Ethan.

What if he calls?

Well, if he calls,

what are you
expecting him to say?

He'll advise me.
He'll tell me what to do.

Mm-hmm.
About what, exactly?

My life.
Whatever I need.

You never actually met
your grandfather, did you?

He died when I was two.

So without knowing
who you are-- at least
the man who you are today--

do you think it's possible
that he could dispense
good advice?

He watches over me.
Uh-huh.
But he didn't say that,

did he, the first time
that he spoke to you
on-on the radio?

Well, not exactly.

No. What--
What exactly?

I told you.

He said, "Stay tuned.

Big changes are coming."

Yeah.
But why not more?

I mean, he had you
right there on the line.

Why not say then exactly
what he wanted you to hear?

I don't know. Do you think
that there's a problem?

What if the problem
isn't with your grandfather?

What if the problem
is actually with you?

Oh, God.
What have I done?

No, Ethan. It's okay.
What I'm actually
suggesting is that...

maybe your grandfather
is waiting for you to be
ready to listen.

Ready how?

Calmer.

More in control of yourself.
Not so tied up in knots.

And I think--
I think that's what
your grandfather...

probably wants to talk
to you about, more or less.

Well--

Am I ready to listen,
Dr. Jones?

I believe you are.

[ Labored Breathing ]

[ Door Opens ]
[ Coughing ]

[ Gasping ]

Malcolm, I've got a code!
Hurry it up.

Room 102 is coding.
Get a crash cart.

[ Alarm Beeping ]

[ Coughing ]

Come on. I need ice-cold towels.
We need to get his temp down.
You got it.

Hurry it up. Come on.

[ Groans ]
Here you go, Doctor.

- Here, Doctor.
- [ Coughing ]

- All right.
- [ Alarm Continues ]

[ Woman ]
Put it under him.
Do you need more, Doctor?

What the hell is this?

- [ Beeping ]
- [ Billy Coughing, Gasping ]

[ Dings ]

On this ward,
we don't always
succeed with our patients,

and how we measure success
is debatable.

But we don't typically come
this close to killing them.

Mr. Bauer's temperature
is back to normal.

- He appears to have suffered
no ill effects.
- His temp spiked at 106.

- Any higher,
we might have lost him.
- Do we have any ideas at all?

Although I admit the
severity and range of
psycho-symptomatic response...

is startling,
the diagnosis stands--
somatoform disorder.

Considering the relatively
benign circumstances
of the accident,

none of it makes sense.

- Are we even sure that
that's what caused it?
- The logic is unassailable.

We're not set up
for critical care. We can't
endanger this man's life.

We can't just turf him back
to the main hospital.
That's too dangerous.

- Well, what do you want, Jack?
- I need more time
with the patient.

Mine. My patient.

I'll take responsibility.

Tell me
what you see, Billy.

[ Billy ]
It's the same.
Dim. Blurry.

I used to be able
to make out shapes,

and now unless I'm close
or something's right
in front of me,

I can't make out
any detail at all.

[ Scoffs ]

I'm gonna end up
totally blind, won't I?

I want to build things,
Dr. Gallagher.

I want to plan them.
I want to create them.

I want to see them through.
It's the only thing in life
that I've ever been sure of.

You told Carl Belle...

that, um, you were
having trouble sleeping.

That you'd wake up choking.
Is there anything else?

I have these dreams.

They started about a month
after the accident.

The other doctors,
they couldn't care less.

I'm not the other doctors.
No, I know.

You don't think I'm faking it.
You think I'm a nutcase.

So why don't you
tell me everything.
What difference will it make?

I probably won't
believe you anyway.

What about these dreams?

It's dark.

I'm walking through some
kind of cave or tunnel,

and I'm either freezing cold
or else I'm--

I'm-I'm burning hot.

I'm scared.

I've never been that scared.

There's something
in the air...

that leaves
a bad taste in my mouth.

It's like metal.

There's a cask filled
with water, but it's so cold
that the top is frozen.

[ Grunting ]

So I have to break the ice.

And I see myself...

in the reflection,
only it's not me.

Older. Dirtier.

And I have a bandage
over my eye.

How can I dream
that I'm somebody else?

I spoke to Tom Hurst.

His version of the accident
is way different than yours.

Well, I'm sorry if I gave
anyone the wrong impression.

I wasn't exactly
buried, was I?

No.

With everything,
I get a little confused.

You mentioned Annie.

Yeah. We don't see
each other anymore.

- Why's that?
- She split.

Look at me.
I can't blame her.

- Have you talked to Rylan?
- Briefly.

He went out of town.
I'm seeing him
tomorrow night.

The disciplinary committee
is meeting tomorrow afternoon.

What do you think?
It depends on his reaction...

and whether this guy
wants to sue the hospital
for malpractice.

So what should he do?
Come up with an excuse--

any reasonable excuse--
and stick to it.

He's got a good reputation.
People like him.

He's likable.

How are you holding up?

I've just never seen him
look so unhappy before.

[ Breathing Heavily ]

[ Grunting ]

[ Woman Chattering ]

Annie Jastrow?
Right there.

[ Woman ]
I told you.
I just got here.

All right. Bye.

Annie?
Dr. Gallagher.

Hi. Thanks for coming in.
Did I get you out of work?
Oh, it's okay.

Billy's here?
Yeah.

Since when?
Checked himself into the main
hospital about two weeks ago.

We've had him,
uh, less than two days.

When was the last time
you saw him, spoke to him?

Not since we broke up.
Almost two months.

I didn't know
about any of this.

Shortness of breath?
Nightmares?
Sweats, chills?

No, none of it.

How long
were you two together?
[ Beeps ]

Four weeks.

I know that doesn't sound
like much.

Maybe it had something to do
with how we met,

but we just
clicked right away.

It was intense, you know?
Like it was meant to be.
Sure.

That's why it hurt so bad
when he dumped me.

He dumped you?

One day, out of the blue,
he told me he didn't want
to see me anymore.

It was really hard.

Are you ready for this?

Look, consider this.

It was around about the time
that you two broke up...

that Billy started having
these physical symptoms--

nightmares and,
in particular,
his loss of vision.

You're saying he broke
up with me so I wouldn't have
to go through this with him?

Do you want to help?

- [ Knocking ]
- Billy?

I brought you a visitor.

Billy.

It's me.
It's Annie.

The paramedic
ex-girlfriend?

How did you know?

Tom Hurst.

This might not be
a good idea.

Because
I'm breaking protocol?

Bringing in
a surprise visitor
to see a patient?

Nothing you do
surprises me anymore.

If you had come
to see me...

before going
to see Billy's employer,
I could have saved you a trip.

Instead, you went
behind my back.

If there's anyone here who has
a tendency to pursue private
agendas, it's you.

I didn't know you were
keeping score.

Anything else
I should know?

You might want
to ask Billy the name
of the apartment building...

they were demolishing
when he was trapped.

What's that got to do
with anything?

- [ Screams ]
- [ Annie ]
Dr. Gallagher!

What's wrong? Let me help.
Oh! My legs!

Come on. Lay back.
I'll help you. It's okay.

- Dr. Gallagher.
- [ Billy Groaning ]

- Oh, my legs!
- [ Annie ] Come on.

- Just relax, baby.
- [ Screams ]
What the hell is happening?

[ Groaning ]

[ Dings ]

An allergic reaction?

Some new solvent
that they're using
in the hospital laundry.

At least that's
the theory anyhow.

Are you buying this?
It's nonsense.

Well, there haven't
been any other
similar reactions...

from any other patients
in any section
of the hospital.

What's your
explanation of this?
Something else.

Mr. Bauer exists
in a heightened state
of somatic reactivity.

Had he been started
on the drug regimen
I suggested,

which Dr. Gallagher overruled,
this would not have happened.

Billy is extremely
reactive and suggestible.

He's living out
his nightmares.

We've got a very sick kid
who's been prodded
and probed and tested...

and passed around until
his head's spinning.

He's too hot.
He's too cold.

He's choking.
He, uh-- He's bleeding.
He can't see.

Nobody knows why.

This is not
somatoform disorder.
And unless we dig deeper,

we've failed him miserably.

I don't want
to see her again.

Why not?

Look at what happened.

You connect that
to Annie?

What's the connection,
Billy?

She was in the dreams.

Can you be more specific?

[ Shouting ]

I'm buried.

[ Men Groaning ]
It's dark.

[ Man ]
Cuttin' through!
[ Billy ] I-I can't move.

I'm freezing cold.
[ Man #2 ]
We need some oxygen!

I can't breathe.
My-My legs hurt.

Everything hurts.

I look up, and I see her
leaning over the pit.

It doesn't look like her,
but somehow I know it is.

And she's looking down at me
and she's smiling.

And there's--
there's other-- other people
around me, but they're dead.

Their bodies are cold.

And I just--
I just want to scream at her.

I want to scream at her
to stop smiling, but I have--

[ Sighs ]
I have no air in my lungs.

And I look at her, and I know
that I'll be dead soon too.

[ Coughing ]

I'll get you
some more blankets.

[ Shivering ]

What was the name
of the, uh--

the building that you
were demolishing?

Rose Park Apartments.

Tom? Jack Gallagher.

Hi. Quick question for you.

What was the name
of the apartment building...

that you were tearing down
when Billy got hurt?

Uh-huh.

No, that's it. That's great.
I appreciate it.

Thanks, Tom.
[ Beeps ]

[ Veronica ]
No one died
or was harmed in any way.

The patient was seen by another
doctor within minutes.
It's not that bad.

I denied an injured man
treatment.

Yeah, but at the hearing,
you just say that you felt sick,
and you had to leave the room.

That's a lie.
Well, under
the circumstances--

Look. No one gives us
the right to make
moral judgments...

as to who we help
and who we don't.

Okay, so no excuses.
You snapped.

In that moment,
you snapped. You--

You'll say you're sorry,
it'll never happen again,
and you accept...

whatever penalty
the committee recommends,
and you get past this.

I'll be under a microscope.

[ Kisses ]
Yeah. For a while.

I wanted him to die.

[ Groans ]

Why do we need
this grief?
[ Chuckles ]

Either of us.

What are you talking about?

Maybe it's time
for a change.

I've been thinking about
moving back to Austin.

I want you
to come with me.

[ Chuckles ]
You know I can't.

I know...

you're unhappy
in your marriage.

Otherwise,
you wouldn't be here,
naked in bed, with me.

Oh, Jesus.
You'd love Austin.

There's the University
Med Center,

and with your credentials--

There is no shortage
of crazies in Texas.

And you really think
emergency medicine is going
to be any different?

There's no ugliness,
no violence there?

[ Chuckles ]
Come on, Rylan.

We'd be together.

I can't just
pack up and leave.

You can. It's so simple.
You pack a bag,
get on a plane.

What are you really
leaving behind?

[ Knocking ]

Professor Vilcek?

Dr. Gallagher.
Close the door.
Maybe we'll start a rumor.

[ Chuckles ]

The Rose Park
Mine Disaster.
Why come to me?

You wrote the book, Professor.

A book. One of a dozen
or so on the subject,

and hardly
the most notable.

Well, you're the only one
I found here in L.A.

Fate.
[ Laughs ]
I believe in fate. Do you?

Actually, no.

Well, you're still a young man.
Consider, then, the fate...

of the 263 coal miners...

who descended into
shaft number three...

of the Rose Park Mine on
a frozen January 11, 1903,

never to emerge.

- So what went wrong?
- Fire.

They used mules
down in the pits in those days
to pull the coal carts.

Mules need hay.
Some fool parked...

a hay cart
under an open torch.

Kerosene and coal dust
are a volatile mixture,

and they felt that
explosion eight miles away.

It was one of the worst
mining disasters
in U.S. history.

Those who managed
to survive
the initial fire,

explosion
and tunnel collapse...

were overcome
by the black damp.

- Poison air.
- But there were survivors?

Sixteen.

Fifteen of them
had just gotten
off the elevator hoist...

and were hauled up
to safety.

The other one
wasn't so lucky.

Trapped
for six grueling days.

The searchers had given up
looking for survivors,

and they were just
bringing up bodies,

and they found him
surrounded by nine friends
and coworkers.

They'd barricaded themself
into a side tunnel.

The black damp had taken
the rest of them.

Far right.

[ Billy's Voice ]
And I see myself
in the reflection,

only it's not me.

Older. Dirtier.
I have a bandage over my eye.

[ Dings ]

For me?
Signed by the author.

That's what I admire
about you, Gallagher.

You go the extra mile.
I was content to do
my research online.

And not share what
you've learned with your
colleagues.

You step in on my patient
without my permission,
you pay the freight.

And I was curious to see
how long it would take you
to catch on.

Past life memory?
Not the first thing
that comes to mind.

Not my mind anyway.

So, what explanation
will it be for Mr. Bauer?

That he's experiencing
symptoms from an event
he only dreams of?

Reincarnation and the
transmigration of souls?

Jung's collective
unconscious?

Or those millions
of tiny units
of information...

mysteriously buried
in our D.N.A. and passed
down through generations?

I can't explain it,
so I won't try.

But Billy's got a right
to know what I've uncovered,
whatever it means.

Maybe you should talk to
somebody better versed
in the area.

How do you know her?

Love the new laptop.

[ Woman ]
Great class.
[ Women Chattering ]

Bye.
See ya.

Bye-bye.

Hey, you guys,
wait up.

[ Chattering ]

Dr. Gallagher?

It's very good of you
to see me. Thank you.
[ Chuckles ]

Just so I'm clear,
uh, this really
isn't about you?

A patient.

Mmm.

Some people come to me
pretending to be someone
other than themselves.

They do, huh? Why?

Well, past life regression
is hardly a mainstream belief.

You're a believer.

As were, and are,
many cultures,

both modern and primitive.

Not to mention the hundreds
of documented cases,

some chronicled by people
in your own profession.

I'm familiar
with the studies.

[ Chuckles ]
But you don't believe.

These regressions--
How do you perform them?

Well, I don't use drugs
or hocus-pocus,
if that's what you mean.

The subject must be willing,

and with my help
they enter into
a meditative state...

and begin the journey
of self.

I act as guide.
And what do they get
from the experience?

Hopefully, release.

If you're
scared of elephants
and can't imagine why,

it might be helpful
to know that you were
once trampled by one.

Perhaps as a member
of Hannibal's army
crossing the Alps.

You aren't scared
of elephants, are you?
No.

I need some
general information.

So, you're a friend
of Carl Belle's.

We work together.

A very old soul with
a very interesting lineage.

[ Knocking ]

What happened
at the hearing?

Sit down.

[ Clears Throat ]
Well, um--

[ Clicks Tongue ]
It's over.

Oh, my God.
They fired him.

No. A couple of hospital lawyers
went in to take a statement
from the patient,

but he was so high
when they brought him in...

that he didn't
remember anything.

So a decision was made
to let the whole thing die.

That's fantastic.
Does Rylan know?

Yeah, of course.

What?

Well, he thanked
the committee and tendered
his resignation.

What?

Where are we going?
We're heading
for the basement.

Uh-- I don't want to.
Let's just go back
to the hospital.

Ask-Ask me
what's down here.
Ask me.

What's-What's down here?
Whatever it is
that you're afraid of.

Four months ago,

an air shaft opened up
right here, and you fell in.

But something else happened.

[ Shouting ]

[ Shouts Echoing ]

What was the name of the
building that you were
demolishing?

Rose Park Apartments.

- Wait.
- [ Man ] Survivor!

Park View Apartments.
Where did you see
the words "Rose Park"?

[ Man ]
Gotta shore that up!

What's-- What's going on here?

Okay. Look at this.
Who is he?

- [ Grunting ]
- I don't know.

I can't make him out.
You've seen him before.

[ Men Shouting ]
[ Jack ]
In your dreams, Billy.

[ Shouting Continues ]
[ Man ]
You hear me?

- Then who is he?
- His name is Dwayne Jenkins.

Dwayne Jenkins was you
in a past life.

- That's--
That's not possible.
- [ Man, Indistinct ]

- Just get me
out of here right now.
- There's an explanation.

I don't care what
the explanation--
I think you do care, Billy.

I think you're damn tired
of being buried alive.

Now, what do you remember?

[ Billy ]
We were working
when it happened.

[ Men Shouting ]

Bodies were everywhere--

trapped.
[ Men Coughing ]

And I, uh--
[ Coughing ]

[ Coughing Continues ]
I was gone.

[ Man ]
We need some help
down here.

[ Billy ]
So Dwayne Jenkins died
in the mine collapse,

and 100 years later,
I fall into a hole
and I remember being him.

Heat from
the fire and explosion.

Cold and darkness
that followed.

Painful wounds
to the back of his leg.

Air choked with coal dust.
The terror of imminent death.

Jenkins's life,

not your own.

I think it's the confusion
of memories, past and present,

and the fear that
that brings...

that's causing
your symptoms.

This past life regression
will help?

Well, hopefully by
examining them in detail
and in context,

we can separate Jenkins's
memories from your own,

so you can stop living
his fears in your life.

I think you'll get better.

I think you will build things.

I think I'm ready
to go back now.

There's one more thing.

When you were trapped and down
in the hole, you looked up
and you saw the face of Annie.

When Jenkins was also trapped,

he looked up likewise
and saw the face of his Annie.

But if Jenkins died
in the pit,
how could he have--

Dwayne Jenkins was
the last survivor
of the Rose Park Mine Disaster.

[ Men Coughing ]

When they brought him
to the surface six days later,

his wife, Ella,
was waiting for him.

They lived together
for 30 years,
and they raised a family.

Now, as you were Dwayne Jenkins,
Annie was Ella.

Billy.

It's a lot to take in.

I know.
You have time.

It's a condition called
nystagmus that only
affects miners.

When they spend too long
underground, their eyes lose
the ability to detect light.

And Annie?

Well, there's
a theory among...

believers
in reincarnation
that, um,

some souls can choose
to, uh, travel together
through the generations.

Romantic.
Uh-huh.

And so now you're a believer.
Hell, no.

But you referred him to this
woman, Louisa, for a series
of past life regressions?

It's not what I believe.
It's what Billy believes.

His vision's already
started to clear, by the way.

Well, I tend to believe
in miracles.
[ Sighs ]

Yeah. Indeed.

Hey, wouldn't it be nice
if all our, uh,

shortcomings and indiscretions
could be corrected
in another life?

You mean, like a do-over?
[ Laughing ]
Yeah, that'd be great.

[ Door Beeps ]

Carl.

Jack.
Louisa Knox tells me
you're a very old soul.

She would know.
[ Chuckles ]

When did you first suspect
Billy was mixing up past
and present life memories?

After I talked to Hurst.
And during the intake,

in describing
the construction accident,

Billy said that he thought
he was clear of "the pit."

It's a mining term.
Ah. I should have
picked up on that.

Yeah, you should have.

But you obviously
do believe.
Here's what I don't get.

You let me stumble around
the truth when you were
denying it the whole time.

Only a practitioner
with no regard for his career...

would go on record
for having treated a patient
for past life trauma.

[ Chuckles ]
Kind of thing...

that can come back
and bite you in the ass.
That's good advice.

You should listen to me
more, Jack.

You ever again
withhold information...

that's relevant to the care
of a patient on this ward,

and either you or I
will be out.

Louisa also mentioned
something about lineage.

[ Chuckles ]
Oh, no.
[ Chuckles ]

- Ready to go?
- Yep.

He called about an hour ago.

You were right.

I needed to be
ready to listen.

What did he say?

"Keep up the good work."

Congratulations.

He did leave
a message for you.

For me?
Well, what was it?

"Stay tuned.

Big changes are coming."

You won't reconsider?

Quitting felt too right.

Uh--

Just so you know,
if we'd never met or, uh,

gotten involved,

I'd be doing
the exact same thing.

It's time to go home.

Well, you knew what
my answer would be.

I was pretty sure.

Hey.

You can't feel like you're
the one being rejected here.

You know where to find me.

[ Door Opens ]

[ Door Closes ]

[ Doorbell Rings ]

[ Sighs ]
[ Ringing Continues ]

Rebecca?
[ Groans ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Groaning ]

Rebecca?

It's gonna be okay.

[ Dings ]

[ Child ]
Show's on!