All language subtitles for Mental.S01E11_English

[ Siren Wailing ]

Spare any change?
Can you help me out?

- [ Man ]
Hurry! They're coming!
- [ Tires Screech ]

Where?
Hurry!

I'm trying.
If they get us,
it's your fault.

You never listen to me.
I always listen to you.

Don't-- Don't let them
get us, okay?
I won't. I won't.

It's all right.

Don't worry.
[ Jack's Voice ]
Rebecca.

They're here.

No, I think I--
[ Jack's Voice ]
Becky?

No, hide!
Jack?

No, don't talk to him!

Jack?

- Jack!
- Rebecca?

- Becky?
- Jack.

Rebecca.

Rebecca.

I'm here.
[ Sighs ]

It's okay.
I'm right here.

[ Typing ]

It's that thing
in the basement.

Clay's obsessed with it.

What thing is that, Lainey?
His diorama.

Like... in a museum.
It's a scale model.

He built it, and now
he won't leave it alone.

I hardly see him anymore.
He's down there day and night.

Lainey, would you like
a cup of coffee?

Yes, thank you.

A scale model
of what exactly?

The place outside Baghdad
where his friend was killed
and Clay was hurt.

All the wives talk about
how their men are different
after they've come back.

And I thought,
even with Clay's injuries,
that we'd been blessed.

Can you tell me what
happened this morning exactly?

[ Gunshots ]
I heard gunshots.

[ Gunshot ]

Clay!
What are you doing?

[ Lainey's Voice ]
It was like he didn't
even recognize us.

[ Panting ]

[ Typing ]

I mean, I was sure
he was gonna shoot.

There you go.

Is Mum coming here?

Plane lands in
a couple of hours.

Do you hate me?

Of course not.

I've caused you
so many problems.

[ Man's Voice ]
Don't tell him, you dumb bitch!

What is it?

Rebecca, who's there?

Rebecca?

It's okay.
They can wait.

Whoever it is,
they can wait.

Okay?

Is James coming here?

They're flying together.
The whole family.

You don't have to see them
if you don't want.

How do I look?

You're a mess.
[ Laughs ]

But with potential.
Mm-hmm.
Amazing potential.

Everything will be
different this time.

Is there any chance
that the shot was accidental?

Yeah.
He changed hands.

What do you mean,
"he changed hands"?

Clay's right-handed.

When I came down the stairs,
he was holding the gun
in his right hand.

Then he took the gun
in his left to fire.

He was so calm about it.

[ Gunshot ]
[ Screams ]

It was no accident.

[ Dings ]

And Clay Jefferson.
How's he doing?

Very good. The surgeon
said that he would...

retain 70% to 80%
of the use of his hand
with therapy and treatment.

Has he been told?
Yes.

And he understood, but I didn't
detect any great relief.

Suicidal?
I can't rule it out.

But instinct says no.

The-The self-mutilation
was just so specific.

Does he constitute a threat
to his wife and son?

Well, having fired
the weapon four times
inside his home,

the answer would have
to be yes.

- Where did the other
three shots go?
- Into the diorama.

He built a full-scale model
of the battlefield.

So who filed the complaint?
The wife?
No, the neighbors.

They called the police
when they heard the gunfire.

I get the sense that
everyone would be very happy
to see this go away.

- Why is he not at the V.A.?
- His choice. They have
private medical insurance...

through his wife, Lainey,
who teaches at the high school.

- So, 72 hours.
- Jack, I really need
your help with this one.

I tried to do the intake,
but he can't remember a thing,
and he refuses to try.

He just refuses to see
his wife. Even his little boy.

I just find him
completely impenetrable.

We'll have a go.

Ah, Mr. Jefferson.
This is Dr. Gallagher.

Maybe you can tell him
why you're here.

I'm here so that you can
put your "X" in the box next
to posttraumatic stress...

and feel like you've done
your good deed for the day.

- You have P.T.S.D.?
- We all do.

Didn't you know?
We're crazy ex-killers.

Violent and unpredictable.
Uncle Sam's dirty
little secrets.

If we had any decency, we'd have
died over there and become
true American heroes...

instead of dragging
our problems back
to your doorstep.

That's a nice speech.
You think it up while
you were lying there?

Clay, have, um--
have you changed your mind
about seeing Lainey?

Keep my family out of this.

- When'd you leave the army?
- It's in the file.

I'd rather hear you tell me.
The spoken word has got
an emotional content.

That way, I can get a real
good bearing on how much
of a nutcase you are.

Discharged six months ago, two
weeks after I was released from
the hospital for my injuries.

I don't have P.T.S.D.
It's just easier for you
to think that.

So it was a rational decision
to aim a loaded weapon
at your wife and child...

and blow a hole
in your hand.

I'm gettin' real sick
of your bogus questions.

- Maybe we should just
come back later.
- I'm still kind of curious.

About what he's got
in the basement.

[ Gunfire ]

[ Soldiers Shouting ]

[ Soldier ]
Go, go, go, go!

It's just a hobby.

Oh, hi, sweetheart.

[ Sighs ]
Oh, Jack.
Hi, Mum.

- Where's your luggage?
- Uh, we left it at the hotel.

But I've brought
some clothes for Becky.

Sure.

Hello, James.
Hello, Son.

- You're looking well.
- I am well.

She's waiting for you.
All right.

How did she find you?

When she called,
I'd tell her where I live,
where I worked.

I think it sank in.
She walked over.

Has she talked about
the attack?

She hasn't said much.
Some people tried
to steal her food.

She's got some cuts,
abrasions, cracked ribs,
some bruising.

Is she still
having conversations
with herself?

Still crazy,
sorry to report.
Very disappointing.

It's just a question, darling.
Just a question.

[ Door Opens ]

Who-- Who's she?

That's Dr. Chloe Artis.
She's a resident.

She's-- She's very talented.

Ah. And what was she doing?

Establishing a therapeutic
relationship.

Ah. Very attractive girl.

- You're still single, right?
- You offering me
some fatherly advice?

I don't-- I don't
understand why I can't
go in there, Jack.

It's easier for Becky to focus
on one person at a time.

[ Exhales ]
You know what?

I'm going in there.
I mean, just to say hello.

[ Door Closes ]

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

[ Laughter ]

[ Over Speaker ]
Hi.
You look so gorgeous.

[ Laughs ]
Jack said I was a mess.

He's a doctor.
What do doctors know?
Yeah, I'm sorry.

Isn't she gorgeous?
She seems safe now.

[ Sighs ]

Dr. Gallagher?

- Major.
- I'm here about Clay Jefferson.

Arlen Rawlins.

Is this
an official visit?

Well, I know Clay.
I was one of his commanding
officers in Iraq.

He's a fine young man.
Served his country
with distinction.

- How's he doing?
- I'm curious how
you know he was here?

Our patient files are
confidential. Or at least
I thought they were.

Well, it's nothing
cloak and dagger.

Uh, Clay receives
medical disabilities,

and the injury to his hand
prompted an inquiry.

That's all.
From whom?

I thought you might like
to see Clay's
service record.

Thought it might be useful.
Give you some
additional insight.

Thank you for
the personal delivery.

The army takes care
of its own.
Even after they've left?

Bonds of loyalty
formed between soldiers
serving in wartime...

transcends formalities
of status.

There's nothing in here
about P.T.S.D.

When he was in the hospital,
he was being treated
for his physical injuries.

P.T.S.D.
was never diagnosed.

Now, for the record,
I'm not one of these people...

who doesn't believe
in the disease
or its seriousness.

In fact,
I am very familiar...

with the work
you've done with veterans
in your Vermont clinic.

It's commendable.

You seem to be familiar
with a lot of things,
Major.

I try to stay informed.

I know that, uh,
Clay will receive the care
he needs here, Doc.

Anything I can do
to assist, just ask.

Thank you.

[ Woman On P.A. ]
Orderly to Ward Two.
Orderly to Ward Two.

What have I done now?
Nothing yet.

Preemptive strike?

Your parents get here yet?
Parent.

Stepfather.
[ Laughs ] God.
Spare me the family drama.

What's your plan with Becky?

As soon as she gets a little
stronger, I'll transfer her
to a long-term care facility.

Narrowed it down to two.
They're both excellent.

Great physical environments.
Top staff.

Who've already agreed
to let you puppet-master
her recovery from afar.

Yeah. Just a guess.

What of it?

I'm worried about your focus,
for your sake
as well as the hospital's.

I'll find
the right balance, Nora.

Where are these facilities?

One's north of San Diego.
The other's in Ojai.

I'll see her on my days off,
vacations.

I'll give you plenty
of notice.

No time for yourself.

I don't see it as a burden.
It's actually more of a gift.

Look on the bright side.

Finally get to buy a car.

[ Dings ]

What's that for?

- Furlough.
- I can walk.

Regulations.
I know you know
about regulations.

If I wanted to take off,
how would you stop me?

Recent surgery, major trauma.
You might not be as fast
as you think.

I wouldn't run from you,
I'd run through you.

Given your youth and
your training, you'd probably
take me, in a fair fight.

That's not the point.

What is?
You can threaten me,
insult me, ignore me.

You can do all those things,
but you won't shake me.

So you might as well
stop trying.

Why did you decide
on a military career?

I'm third-generation army.
I bleed khaki.

At least I did.

I spent my teens
on naval bases.

Where?
South Carolina,
New England, D.C. area.

My stepfather.
[ Laughs ]

He was a--
He's retired, two years ago.
He was a vice admiral.

[ Clears Throat ]
Annapolis man.

I got a little problem
with you, Clay.
Why's that?

[ Sighs ]
Well, if you don't open up,

your whole evaluation
is gonna have to be solely
based on your actions.

I'll take what I deserve.
What you think you deserve.

I might have
a different opinion.

See, mental disease--
disorders, phobias,
whatever you want to call them--

they can be traced back
as far as genetics.

But they can also be
the body's reaction
to stress.

There's a reason you
wanted to hurt yourself.

And it's gotta
start somewhere.
What do you want to know?

I want you to bookend
your memory loss for me.

The last thing you remember
before you don't, and the first
thing you remember after.

- [ Gunfire ]
- Down, down, down, down!
Grid three!

My platoon was taking fire.

[ Shouting ]
R.P.G.! Down! Down!

Left two wounded with
the medic back on the road.

- We got pinned down.
- [ Soldiers Shouting ]

[ Gunfire Continues ]

And that's when it happened.

- Sonny!
- [ Explosion ]

Sonny went ahead.

Next thing,
everything exploded.

Maybe an I.E.D.

I woke up in a hospital
in the Green Zone.

Sonny didn't make it.

Sonny?

First Lieutenant Sonny Bostock.

My best friend.

A commander of yours
dropped by to see me today.

Major Arlen Rawlins.

Who?

- [ Mother ] I love it.
- Ah.

It lacks soul.
[ Chuckles ]
No.

What it lacks is
a woman's touch.

Oh, don't go there.
[ Laughs ]

I'm your mother.
I can go there.

[ Laughs ]
Thank you, sweetie.
[ Sighs ]

I guess some things
never change.
Cheers.

What are her chances,
realistically?

I mean, will she ever be able
to live an ordinary life?

Well, let's shoot
for extraordinary.

Is that optimism
or determination?

Both.

How's life, Mum?
Better now.
James has a job.

Did you know?
No.

Yeah, he's consulting with a--
for a defense contractor.

Retirement didn't suit him.

We're doing very well,
in fact.

That's great.
He's a fine man,
your father.

He was a fine man,
who died a long time ago.

Oh, Jack, you are so stubborn.

I don't want to have
this conversation
with you anymore.

[ Mother Sighs ]

Tomorrow, when you,
uh, drop by to see Becky,
have them come find me.

I'd like to go over
her transfer plans.

Of course.

I worry about you.

I want you to be happier.

We found her.
She's safe.

And she'll finally
get the care she needs.

Okay.

[ Sighs ]

[ Lainey ]
Why won't he see us?

I was gonna ask you
the same thing.

Oh, shame, I guess.

I mean, he loves Nathan
every bit as much as I do.

The idea of hurting him
would make him sick.

You know, at first I was
convinced that I didn't want him
around us anymore.

Now, I--
I just want him home.
Yeah.

- So, what do you think?
- When did he start building it?

- About six weeks ago.
- Any idea what set it off?

Yeah. He ran into Moon
at the hospital after
one of the checkups.

- Moon? Who's Moon?
- He was a friend
from his platoon.

He was one of the men wounded
during the initial attack.

So Moon told him something?

He said that Clay
came back to the Humvees
to check on him.

This was after Sonny
had been killed.

So suddenly,
that couple of seconds...

that he couldn't remember
turned into a couple of hours.

And the next day,
he started hauling in bags
of sand and cement.

What, uh-- What are you gonna
do with the diorama?

Hire someone
to haul it away.

Hold off on that
for a while.

[ Chattering ]

[ Man Crying ]

I miss you.

You shouldn't be here.

- You all right?
- Uh-huh.

Perfect.

[ Shudders ]
Can you do a favor for me?

Anything.

Be nice to James.

- Mum put you up to that.
- No.

Remember when Mum first
brought him home for dinner?
He was an ass.

He was frightened.
Of what?

Us.

- Will you go back to sleep?
- Mm-hmm.

Good girl.

Okay.

[ Switch Clicks ]

[ Kisses ]

[ Crying, Sniffles ]

[ Dings ]

[ Woman ]
Right in here.

You went to my home?
You took pictures of my work?

Lainey misses you.
So does your son.

I can't go back there
after what's happened.

I think you've punished
yourself enough.
Come here.

Which one of these
little fellas is you?

Come here, Lieutenant.

This guy?

Yeah.

What about Sonny?

Well, uh, he was supposed
to stay back with the wounded.

Seal off the road.
I don't know
where he came from.

All right, so this is you.
Where were you leading
your team?

There.

Gunshots came from the roof.

- Saw muzzle flashes
and movement.
- All right.

But something else
I don't understand. This,

this and those.

- Bullet holes.
- Real bullet holes?

I'd been workin'
the model all night.

Everything felt wrong.
I got frustrated,
and I lost it.

All right,
so you fire three times.

You hear a sound. You turn.
You cover with your
loaded weapon. It's Nathan.

[ Clay's Voice ]
He thought I was
playing with him.

But it was Sonny that I saw.

[ Footsteps Descending ]

Clay!

All right,
so you lower your weapon.
Nathan's fine.

He's safe. Lainey's safe.

No harm done.

But you switch the gun to
your other hand, and you fire.

[ Gunshot ]

What are you thinking?

It ends here.

[ Typing ]
[ Footsteps Approach ]

- Hey.
- Hey.

[ Clears Throat ]

What's all this?

Uh, it's a patient.
Army lieutenant,
injured in Iraq.

Those are of a model he built
to recreate a situation
in which he was wounded.

He's got some memory loss.
I'm trying to help him
fill in the blanks.

- Where's Mum?
- She's still with Becky.

- How is she?
- Not too good today.

She's confused.
I don't understand what--
what happened.

I told you.
She goes in and out.
She's doing really well.

She's a long way
from stable.

James, I'm-- I'm kind
of under the pump.

Can we make it for later?
We can eat at the loft.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, sure.
That sounds fine.

So this is--
this is meant to replicate
a combat situation?

- Yes. Yes, it is.
- Hmm.

Can you take a look at these?
You can take 'em with you.

[ Clears Throat ]

All right,
what's so interesting?

Well, you know,
old habits die hard.

You see something.
I'd like to know.

- Your patient was
the commander, right?
- Yeah, it's--

He's, uh, here.

Well, he's
a lousy soldier, Jack.

Well, he's West Point.

[ Scoffs ]
What?

All right, you tell me
exactly what I'm looking
at here.

All right, so Clay's
leading his men in--
in this direction,

towards this building here,
when they start coming
under heavy fire.

And this is the
target structure, right?
Yeah.

- Well, why would he
have his men enfilade?
- I'm sorry, what?

- Lined up to take enemy fire
along their longest axis.
- That's bad?

It's fatal.
The easiest way for the enemy
to inflict maximum casualties.

You-- All right.
Uh, here.

See, these are
the good guys, okay?

- Yeah.
- I'm the bad guys.

[ Imitates Gunfire ]
How can I miss?

I miss the guy in front,
I take down the guy behind him.

And it makes return fire
even harder because the guys
in the back of the line...

have to fire through
their own men at the enemy.

See what I mean?
It's fatal.

[ Chuckles ]

You know, I'm gonna
wait for you outside.

Shouldn't be long.

[ Knocks ]
This way,
Dr. Gallagher.

Gallagher.
How's our boy?

Our boy hasn't
the faintest idea
who you are.

- Well, it's a big army.
- There was no
insurance inquiry.

Are you accusing me
of something, Doctor?

Well, you're keeping
your eye on Clay...

long after his discharge.

What do you want, Rawlins?

I just want Clay
and his family
to have a good life.

- He's earned it.
- That's all?

This is satellite imagery
of the Baghdad neighborhood...

where Clay and his men
were attacked.

One taken shortly before.

The other, just after.

No explanation?

By helping you,
I hope to help Clay.

He may have a decision
to make.

Regarding what?

Jack. Meet Moon.
Nice to meet you, sir.

You too.

- [ Jack ] Private.
- Just Moon will do.

Moon, what do you think
of Lieutenant Jefferson?

Very cool for an officer.
When I was hit,
he was right there.

Lieutenant's good people.
And Lieutenant Bostock?
Sonny?

He was good people.
Excellent.

You know, nobody likes
to talk ill of the dead,
of course.

- That's right.
- You know, we're both
doctors though,

so whatever you say
is completely confidential.

We're trying to help
Lieutenant Jefferson.

He's, uh, having a hard time.

I seen Lieutenant Bostock
do some things.

[ Woman On P.A. ]
Dr. Brian, report to Four North.
Dr. Brian, Four North.

[ Chattering ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Dings ]

Florida.
There's a facility
very near our home.

Extremely highly rated.
Also near the beach.

And your mom and I would
be 10 minutes away.

When you come to visit,
you stay with us.
There's a guest room.

But best of all,
as Becky progresses,

if they let her
out on weekends,
she could come home.

Before any of this happens,
we'd like you to...

check out the facility,
consult with the doctors.

We'd rely on you.

Well, this is, uh, unexpected.

She's our daughter, Jack.

We've talked about
this for years.

It was a major factor
in buying our home
and locating where we did.

Why didn't you tell me
about this?

It's just speculation.

We had no way of knowing
under what circumstances Becky
would be found, or even if.

I don't know. I--

This is gonna take me
a little bit of time to--

How long are you guys
in town?

Jack, please.

Don't just reject
this suggestion out of hand.

I'm not gonna
reject anything...
yet.

Look, I realize that
we've sprung this on you,

but it deserves
serious consideration.

And I'll give it
serious consideration.

But, guys, really,

I've got an early start
in the morning,
and it's getting late.

[ Women Chattering ]

[ Woman On P.A. ] Dr. Brian,
please report to Four North.
[ Knocking ]

Dr. Brian, Four North.

Um--
[ Clears Throat ]
Can I call you back?

Yeah.
Okay, thank you.

- I need legal advice.
- Okay. I know a number
of good attorneys.

- Just listen for a minute.
- Okay.

They want to take Becky
back to Florida and put her
in treatment there.

And I think they have
Becky's power of attorney...

authorizing them to make,
uh, medical decisions
on her behalf.

- And you want to fight that.
- How do I keep her
in California?

Um, get Becky to revoke
the power of attorney.

File suit on her behalf.
Your medical credentials
should help your case.

She's here now.

It's gonna take some time
for your parents to get
a court to act.

By that time, hopefully she'll
be settled into a facility
that you've chosen.

I need those names.

How do you think
the stress of a legal battle
will affect Becky?

Maybe she doesn't have
to know about that part.

It could get pretty ugly.

It'll be what it is.

[ Door Closes ]

Why else did you build it,
Clay, if not for this?

It ends here.

[ Light Switch Clicks ]

[ Gunfire ]
[ Soldiers Shouting ]

- Sonny!
- [ Explosion ]

That's the last thing
I remember.

Maybe these will help.

[ Gunfire Continues ]

[ Clay ]
That's right.
There was a home.

[ Soldiers Shouting ]

I ran through it
a thousand times.

Couldn't figure how I could've
let us get caught out
in the open like that.

I thought maybe there was
no time, or I panicked.

Neither.

The explosion.

I-- I thought
it killed Sonny.

But it was his grenade.

[ Soldiers Shouting ]

[ Soldier ] Get inside now!
[ Jack's Voice ]
What did you see?

Bodies.

Mostly women and kids.

Moon told us that on
a previous mission,

he'd seen Sonny roll
a grenade into a house...

without looking inside
to see who was there.

Sonny was firing
into the bodies.

What are you doing?

Make sure they were dead.

There was a boy, maybe--
maybe five or six.

Blood on his face.

Sonny put his rifle
to the boy's head.

[ Clay's Voice ]
I tried to stop him.

Don't do it, Sonny!

[ Gunshot ]
[ Groans ]

[ Panting ]

[ Clay's Voice ]
I killed my best friend.

You knew what I did
all along?
No.

No one else
was inside the room.

And now that you do,
you can't tell anyone.

Patient/doctor thing.
Right.

But I can.

We thought Lainey
should hear this too.

We filled her in on
some of the background.

So here's what
we got from Moon.

Soon after you
entered the house,
reinforcements arrived,

and the enemy fire
melted away.

That's when Rawlins showed up
and went inside where you were.

No one else was allowed
inside the house.

I remember.
He, um-- He ordered me
to carry on.

Said there'd have to be
an investigation.

Some time after that,
a car showed up.

Someone handed Rawlins some gear
and a duffel bag, and he went
back into the house.

When he came out,
the duffel was empty.

I saw the detonator.

That's when you went
running back to the place.

I thought the boy
was still in there.

No. He'd already
been medevaced out.

The whole place
was vaporized.
No more building.

That was the second explosion--
the one that caused
your injuries.

And the amnesia?

Posttraumatic stress disorder.

[ Sniffles ]
It's all over, baby, okay?

That's for the army
to decide.

Nathan,

these little fellas
are for you.

Come here.

Here you go.
Come here.

Here you go.

There you go.

That-a-boy.

But what if it were Nathan?

What?

What if it were
an unnamed soldier...

aiming a gun
at Nathan's head?

Would you really condemn
the man that saved your son?

Come here.

No criminal charges filed.
He'll receive outpatient
therapy.

He's decided,
for the good of his family,

to let the past stay
in the past.

Case closed.
You knew the story all along.

We both got
to the same place
by different roads.

Some day, God willing,
we'll make it so that good men
like Clay Jefferson...

will never again be placed
in impossible situations.

Until then, I'll look
for small victories.

[ Becky Crying ]

[ Crying Continues ]

Come here.

That's it.

I've got you.

[ Dings ]

[ Child ]
Show's on!