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Adam: At first, they thought

there was something
wrong with my eyes.

- Ophthalmologist: One or two?
- One.

Adam: What I would have given

for a classic case of glaucoma.

Ophthalmologist:
Okay, we're done.

Adam: 'Cause soon after...

I started hearing the voices.

Adam's darkness: Adam.

Adam's darkness: Adam.

I'm sure they told you
about the cooking.

Call it what you want,

a distraction,
self-medicating, whatever.

But it was the only thing that
could make them shut up.

You okay?

Adam: And don't blame my mom

for not figuring it out sooner.

She had a lot goin' on the
past couple of years.

When my dad decided the
whole fatherhood thing

was a buzzkill for
his creativity,

we had to take the
shit sandwich we'd been served

and make it edible.

So, I cooked.

And cooked.

And the meals
became my contribution

to our underdog story.

Mmm. Sweetheart, it's delicious.

Plus, I got really good at it.

Mmm. It's just
the right amount of cumin.

Adam: And then Paul moved in.

Mmm, it's interestin'.

It's so good, honey. I love it.

Adam: Home, as I knew it,
became a thing of the past.

Paul: Uh...

Adam: So I was getting out
a lot.

Adam: Getting into
cooking school next fall

was like an oasis

from the dumpster fire my
brain was slowly becoming.

I just needed to keep
my eye on the prize

and bide my time.

How hard could it be
to hide my burgeoning insanity

from the unforgiving
ecosystem that is high school?

Todd: Check this out.

We finally got invited
to one of Sarah's parties.

We can't miss this one, man.

You're coming, right?

I'll pick you up tonight?

Who is that?

Sarah? The love of my life?

Adam: I mean, for a while,
they were just voices.

Yeah, right. Sarah.

Teacher: Now that you've added
the solute,

please keep monitoring the ph
and the temperature.

So, my parents are on another
trial separation, whatever.

But I think I can guilt them
into letting me take the car.

What do you say, dude,
for the party?

And I'm telling you, man,
I think tonight's...

Adam's darkness: Adam.

Todd: Adam, yo...

Adam's darkness: Over here.

- What?
- Todd: Dude, careful,

this shit's like lava.

- I'm sorry.
- What're you doin'?

Adam's darkness:
Right here, Adam.

Todd.

Rebecca: Adam.

We need to leave now.

Adam!

Teacher: Everybody,
clear away. Just clear away.

Don't worry, boss.

We got this.

Todd: Do something, please!

That hurts! It hurts!

Bodyguard: Hey, kid.

Kid!

You want us to protect your
scrawny ass, or what?

Beat it.

Adam. Go.

Guard: Just calm down.

Calm down, son. Calm down.

Just calm down, son.

Calm. Just calm down. It's okay.

Just calm down, son. Calm down.

Adam: Let go of me!
Guard: Just breathe.

Just calm down.

Relax. Relax.

Adam: They called it
my first psychotic break.

Doctor: Hello, mister...

Adam: And that's when we
found out exactly what I am.

Schizophrenia.

A chronic mental disorder

in which a person loses
touch with reality.

Allowing for visual and
auditory hallucinations.

Paranoia. Delusions.

Hence the chemistry
class extravaganza.

A cornucopia of shit, basically.

Never goes away, never normal.

The end.

First, they expelled
me from school.

Hey, um, are you still goin'
to Sarah's party next weekend?

Todd's burn was so bad

they had to take skin
grafts from his ass.

Where's your straitjacket,
freak?

Adam: Now, he hates me.

Hey, come on, guys,

- go to class.
- Boy: Freak.

Adam: They all do.

Then Paul hid all the knives.

Paul: I'm just gonna say this,

but maybe
we should send him some place

that knows
how to take care of him.

Professionally.

Just tell me when to start
cracking skulls, kid.

Deep breaths, Adam.

They mean well.

Looks like the neighborhood
moms are training for the 10k.

Wanna check it out?

Adam: Once they showed up,
they never went away.

Like a bunch of
inescapable roommates.

There's Rebecca.

She's sort of dalai
lama meets Coachella.

Always zen.

Honestly, I don't mind her
that much.

Then there's the bodyguard, which
is self-explanatory.

He's temperamental but loyal.

You always gotta
watch your back.

And lastly, there's Joaquin.

He's like the horny best friend

from a '90s teen movie

following you around,

saying all of your
unfiltered thoughts.

I know.

It's a lot.

That's where you come in,

now that my mom is on
this hopeless quest for a cure.

Just like all the other

delusional moms we've
met along the way.

Sitting in the
same waiting rooms.

Putting their faith in
the same doctors.

Quietly begging for
the same thing.

"Cure my kid."

Abilify. Risperdal.Clozapine.
Stelazine.

Name a drug cocktail and
I've tried it.

Any changes at all?

No.

Yet, somehow, my
mom hasn't given up hope.

That makes one of us. I guess.

So, there you have it.

The whole woeful story.

Take it or leave it.

Or maybe just leave it.

'Cause let's be honest,
the only reason we're here

is because my mom's
persistence is inescapable.

And I'm not trying to take
a giant shit

on your life's work or anything,

but I'm part of an elite club
they call treatment resistant.

Which means, we're probably
not gonna have

our own "it's not your fault"
moment from good will hunting.

So, why don't you
quietly reject me

from this experimental trial

and save us both
the disappointment?

Cool?

Beth: Okay, sweetheart,
time to go.

I told you, I'm not gonna
be someone's Guinea pig.

We don't know what'll happen
to me if I take that stuff.

You might start feelin' better.

You just might start spending
a little more time out of bed.

That's what could happen.

Okay, but what if I lose
all my hair?

What if I go blind?

What if it's poisoned?

Honey, who would want
to poison you?

We ready?

Beth: Okay, we'll be right down.

Come on.

I have a really good feeling
about this one.

Don't do us dirty, bro.

Can I just take it later?

Fine.

Get dressed.

We have got to go to Brazil.

This looks like it
could be nice.

But I'm not even catholic.

Catholics are more about
attendance anyway.

It's nice to finally meet you,
Mr. petrazelli.

You, too.

Take it off.

I'm glad you could all
make the drive out here.

Yeah, well, the only person

that can't reject you
is Jesus, right?

I think what he means to say
is we are

very appreciative
that you're considering Adam

in the middle of
the school year.

Our lord embraces all children,

even those with challenges.

We make it a point...

Come on, kid.

Let me take care of her for ya.

She's gonna be nothing
but trouble.

Sister Catherine: We want to
give them the tools...

Suit yourself.

Oh, wow.

Ils something wrong?

Adam: No.

Just wow. Ah.

Quite the display.

Yes, Saint Agatha's is home
to the best and the brightest.

Not just in the school district,

but in all of the county.

And the buck doesn't stop there.

Moral and spiritual integrity

are also of
Paramount importance.

As you know, Adam's admission

to such a distinguished
academic culture

would be conditional.

These expectations extend to him

regardless of
his medical issues.

That won't be a problem.
Right? Yeah?

Yeah, right.

I'm ready to excel
on all fronts.

It says here...

That Adam has begun
a recent medical trial

to help treat his condition.

Yes, he... he just started.

And how are you feeling?

Uh...

All fired up.

Well,

we can accept Adam.

On the condition
that he maintain

a three-point-five gpa.

And score above a 90%
on the yearly benchmark exam.

Lastly, we would need
monthly updates

regarding his psychiatric
treatment, of course.

That won't be a problem.

Thank you so much.

You'll, uh,
practice discretion, right?

We had an issue with bullying
at his last school.

Sister Catherine: Perhaps
that would be for the best.

No need to alarm anyone.

Paul: Okay, thank you.

Adam.

Adam?

I need to go use the restroom.

Just a second.

Hey,

what's wrong?

Don't you see him judging me?

Who, Paul?

Yeah.

He cares about you.

He just doesn't communicate
like us.

Really?

You call this communicating?

Look,

you're going to feel better

once you start taking
the medication.

Subtle topic change...

No, you heard her.

You have gotta get serious
about this trial

and about doing well here,
otherwise...

Otherwise what?

No diploma.

No culinary school in the fall.

This is your last chance, Adam.

Sweetie, we can treat this.

You remember
what the doctor said

that just because
you're a person

who's dealing with this
illness doesn't mean...

I'm not the illness itself.

It's hard not to feel like that

when everyone treats you
like one.

I'll be right back.

Moral and spiritual integrity,
my ass.

Maya: How hard is it for you
to meet me

in the bathroom
like we talked about?

Not outside,
never in the hallway.

In, it's a simple concept.

Ted: Okay. Get off my nuts,
all right?

We're in the bathroom now...

Maya: Cash. Ted: Yeah.

Maya: You're short 40,
this isn't charity work.

Ted: Okay, I'll get you
the rest next month.

Maya: No, you still owe me 30
from last month.

Maya: Is he with you?

Ted: Nope.

You know this wing is closed
for mass, right?

Her energy is so strong.

I bet she's a sagittarius.

Are you mute or something?

Scratch that,
definitely a scorpio.

Not mute.

Um, just new.

Tomorrow's my first day,

I didn't realize
this wing was closed.

Don't get too excited
down there.

Ew.

You didn't see us, okay?

See who?

Us.

- Maya: I need it by next week.
- I'm gonna sew you a cape...

- Maya: Shut up.
- Because you're my hero.

Adam's darkness: Adam.

Who are you trying to fool?

You'll never make it here.

Yeah.

Um, okay,
I'll see you guys later.

Okay, this is it.
Send out the vibe.

Be cool. Be confident.
Less like you, more like me.

Keep this prasiolite
in your pocket.

It'll boost your confidence.

What is that?

It's my lunch.

Who brings their own Sushi
to school?

Beautiful, she's setting
you up for playful banter.

Beats the dog food
they serve here.

The food here
isn't that terrible.

For the tuition, they should
be serving farm-to-table.

So, what, are you some kind of
food snob or something?

Tell her you have a big palate.

I have a big palate.

Okay.

- Hey, right here.
- Adam: Yeah.

- Hi. Yeah.
- Hi.

You're kind of weird.

No offense,
but are you special needs?

No!

Just a question, man.

Jeez, didn't mean to get you
all triggered.

I mean, uh, no, I'm not.

I have this
chronic headache syndrome.

So it makes me blurry sometimes.

Have you ever got a brain scan
for that?

No, why would I?

Well, several malignant tumors

mimic the symptoms of
the common headache.

Acoustic neuroma,
cns lymphoma, meningioma.

Just saying.

I'm pretty sure they're
just headaches.

I'm Maya.

I'm Adam.

I came over here
to intimidate you into silence

but something tells me
you're pretty harmless.

Are you the school's
drug dealer or something?

You're looking at Saint Agatha's

projected valedictorian.

Show a little respect.

What's with
all the cloak-and-dagger

in the boys' bathroom?

Just a side hustle.

I'm the kind of person

who knows how to get things
done around here for a price.

Homework, essays.

So you're like

the Bernie madoff
of academic fraud?

Sure, only I don't get caught.

Why are you dressed
for a snowstorm?

It's like 80 outside.

I run cold.

Well, you better hope

they don't catch you
out of your uniform.

Hey, guys. Um, would you like
to sign up for prom tickets?

This year's theme
is starry night.

A magical night under his stars.

I think she's talking to you.

I choose to not affiliate myself

with patriarchal norms
like prom.

Um... thank you.

Hmm. Not bad.

Anyway, uh,
if you need anything,

you know what I mean,
let me know.

Hey, um, are you guys coming?

Well, no, I don't...

They didn't say the time but
I was just gonna head there.

Bad idea, kid.

Sure.

Good luck getting laid
with jaundice and diarrhea.

Maya: Yeah.

Adam: Updates?
I made a new friend. Sort of.

That felt like a win for Adam.

Don't get many of those when
your entire waking life

is an escape room with no exit.

Meanwhile,
Paul still tiptoes around me

like I'm going to kill him
in his sleep.

As if being mentally ill

automatically makes
you Jeffrey dahmer.

What are these?

Um, uh, one less utensil
we have to wash.

Just thought
we'd give 'em a try.

I don't know what's weirder,

seeing things
that aren't actually there,

or sitting across
from a grown man

who is suddenly afraid of me.

So, Adam,

did you learn
something new today?

Adam: But that's his problem.
Not mine.

I learned that Saint Agatha's

was named after a woman
who refused a man's advances

and subsequently had
her breasts hacked off

das penance.

Wow.

I think Paul was referring
to your coursework.

It was fine.

Not much to say.

Just give it time.

It's a good school.

Okay.

Adam's darkness: Adam...

Adam.

You're ruining
your mother's life, Adam.

You're not the son she wanted.

This is why your father left.

He knew something
was wrong with you.

And soon, everyone
at your new school

will know the truth.

That's when they'll
finally get rid of you.

Gone.

Nothing.

When that voice comes
to visit me,

it's like I'm having a nightmare

while I'm awake.

I try to close my eyes

and let my mind go blank.

Like you told me to.

But

that doesn't work.

I'm proud of you.

Thanks.

And I maintain that this
drug won't work, either.

Proud of you, honey.

But I was secretly
hoping you'd prove me wrong.

Teacher: Good.

Very good, Marlene.

Beth: Adam, this is not good.

We have to fix this.

I'm not trying to fail math.

I know that.

Okay, but you can't get
kicked out your second week.

This is your life
we're talking about.

Well, I know,

but you're not in my head
with me.

Okay, let's get back
on the same team.

Find your center.

Take a breath.

Yeah, okay.

Same team.

Maybe Paul could help,
he's a numbers guy.

No, that's...

That's gonna be
a hard pass from me.

Beth: Well, just think
about it, okay?

Okay.

I'll find a tutor.

Hey.

Why did you sign your name
in the note?

I was literally looking at you
when you handed it to me.

Kids around here really
have a way with words, huh?

Don't let the academic
achievements fool you.

Everything you need to know
about Saint Agatha's

is in here.

So this is like the underbelly?

Yeah, and it needs
to stay that way.

If we're gonna do
business together,

you can't be passing notes
in front of sister Catherine.

Well, that's the thing.

I don't need you to go
all madoff on me.

I need a tutor.

Yeah, no. I don't do
that kind of bitch work.

Try the student center.

That kid the other day,
he owed you money, right?

You'd be surprised how many
of these rich assholes

don't keep up
their end of the bargain.

So, do you want to
keep chasing rich assholes

or do you want to get paid?

My mom is willing to pay
for a tutor

and she really wants me
to do well.

200 a week. Three sessions.

All weekdays, one weekend
out of the month.

Jesus.

- Are you serious?
- You get what you pay for.

- How about 100 a week?
- 200.

- 1507
- Two or I walk. Yes or no?

After I won the
Newton young genius award

from the national honor
society in seventh grade,

I got a full ride scholarship
to Saint Agatha's

where I've been the reigning
student body president

since my freshman year

in addition to being captain
of several clubs.

Yearbook, science, French,

model united nations,
to name a few.

But those are just for fun.

My primary focus is academics

as I've received an early
acceptance to Duke this fall.

Wow.

Wow, very impressive, Maya.

The upright lovers card!

Love, union,
mutual attraction...

Maya: When I do something,
I do it all the way.

Middle ground or halfway

aren't concepts I subscribe to.

So, I will do everything
in my power

to make sure that your boy
doesn't fall behind.

- She's good.
- She is good.

You don't work with adults,
do you?

Um...

You're very impressive, Maya.

Um, but $200 a week is too much.

Would you accept 757?

Yeah, yeah, that's fine.

Really?

Great!

Pretty impressive dog
and pony show down there.

Yeah, well, I invented the dog
and pony show.

Wow, it's so quiet out here.
You can hear everything.

Uh, totally.

Oh, um, I'm sort of studying
to be a chef.

Sort of, or are you?

I am.

That's your thing?

That's my thing.

You don't hear that every day.

Yeah.

Wow, the encyclopedia
of cinnamon by Alicia tella.

What she can do with cinnamon
is seriously unreal.

What?

Are you surprised

that I've surpassed
your level of nerdiness?

Please, you're talking to the
captain of the robotics club.

Oh, well...

I can literally make
the final dish

- served on the Titanic.
- Oh.

You wanna go there? All right.

For my eighth grade
science fair,

I built a functioning replica
of the Mars rover

out of soda cans.

Well, for my 16th birthday,

I went to a cheese seminar
in Oregon.

Last summer, I won the
Google science talent search.

You know who hand-picked
my project?

Neil de grasse Tyson.

No.

Come at me.

All right, I got nothing.

What? Don't look at me.
Look at her!

You have a problem
with eye contact.

Do you always say exactly
what comes into your mind?

I mean, I could have

a degenerative eye disease
or something.

Yeah, well, it's best to say

exactly what you mean
or nothing at all.

Unrelenting honesty, you know?

That's useful.

This is a new recipe I'm trying.

Did they teach you this

at your Hogwarts
for artisan cheeses?

Just try it.

Are you sure
you can handle the truth?

Guess we'll find out.

Joaquin: This is it.

Okay, you're
on the five-yard line.

Wow...

Hook, line, sink. He's in!

What's happening?

Told you not to take the pills.

This is good.

Like, really good.

Yeah, no, I know.

It's like...

Earthy.

Maybe smokey, even.

- That's the fontina cheese.
- Joaquin: My goodness.

It's my secret weapon.

Joaquin: Can you hear me?

All right, to find
the area of the circle, you...

A equals...

- Pi times r.
- Pi times r

squared.

See, I got this.

Yeah, I'm sure.

Hey, guys,

it's late.

Maya, how did you get here?
I don't see a car outside.

Yeah, I took the bus.

Okay, well,
let me drive you home.

Oh, you don't have to do that,
I can catch the last bus.

At this hour? Not a chance.

I'll meet you downstairs in 10.

Maya: Yeah, this is it.
Beth: Okay.

Maya: Thank you for driving me.

Maya: Um...
Both: I'll see you Monday.

Adam: Look, I know “cure”

is a dangerous
word amongst my people

so, I won't say that's
what's happening.

Hey. No.

Don't, don't, don't.

Adam, think about this.
Just don't...

Hey!

You mother...

But this is the
closest I've felt to normal

in, well, ever.

No projectile diarrhea

or any other punishing
side effects.

Just some muscle twitching.

No big deal.

It's all good.

I hope it lasts.

Eggs Benedict
with well-done bacon...

How you like it.

Good morning to you, too.

The hollandaise sauce
has cayenne pepper.

Let me know what you think.

What?

Nothing.

You seem up lately.

Up?

Happy. Oh.

It's a good look.

Yeah, well, you know...

I feel good.

- Okay, have some. Come on.
- Okay.

Wow.

Honey, it's so good.

- Yeah? Really?
- Mmm-hmm!

He's back!

- Okay.
- Mmm!

I'm back.

Hey, what's with
the heating pad,

is Paul hemorrhoidal?

- Is his prostate flarin' up?
- God.

No, I'm serious.

- I care about that.
- Stop, you're terrible!

I'm not terrible.
I just care about his spine.

Stop. No, I bought it for you.

I thought it might help
with your muscle spasms.

Mmm. Baby, this is so good.

Wait, did you talk
to my psychiatrist?

Now and then,
that's the agreement, right?

I didn't think
you'd be getting transcripts.

I'm your mom.
My job is to help you.

Hi.

Hello?

Father Patrick: In the name
of the father, the son,

and the holy spirit, amen.

It's your turn.

Sorry, I've never
done this before,

I don't even really believe
in god.

I probably shouldn't say that.

Father Patrick:
Don't over think it.

There are no rules here.
This is your time.

Do people really
just talk about,

you know, how much
they jerk off and stuff?

Well, everybody in this school

is between the ages
of 13 and 18.

So what do you think?

Well, that's
embarrassing for everyone.

Long as they don't do it
in here.

John 1:9...

"If we confess our sins,
then he is faithful and just

"and he will purify us
of all unrighteousness."

Really? That's your sales pitch?

It usually works.

Well, what if I just sit here?

Then you can search
your soul for guidance

and I'll enjoy the quiet time.

So, everything I say
stays between us?

And god.

But since you don't believe
in god,

then I guess it's just us.

I see this psychiatrist

and apparently,
she tells my mom everything.

And that bothers you?

Yeah.

I mean, you wouldn't want your
mom reading your diary, right?

No.

You're right, that's twisted.

I... I don't think

that I should feel like
I have someone

watching over me all the time.

I feel like I should
be able to live my own life.

Right?

Now, that is
a reasonable request.

Because you should have
the space and autonomy

to become
the person you're going to be.

Right.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

It's nice to be heard
and not just observed.

It's nice to be listened to.

Yeah.

Okay, I absolve you of your sins

in the name of the father,
son, and holy spirit. Amen.

Oh, I didn't confess anything.

Just go with it.

I'll admit, I was ready
to come in here guns blazing

over you telling my mom,

everything I say
in our sessions.

But then,
something incredible happened.

For the first time in forever,

I woke up the other
morning to complete silence.

No whispers.

No banter.

No visions.

Just pure, beautiful,
unfiltered quiet.

It's amazing what
I've been able to do

with all this extra real
estate in my brain.

Hey!

Oh, you're pleased
with my services.

- Yeah! What do you think?
- Okay.

It's an a-minus.

- Thank you.
- Mmm.

Hey, don't rest on your laurels,

you're not going to get
another make-up exam

if you shit the bed again.

Right, and that's why I think
we should hang out later.

Hang out?

I mean, study.

Maya: We could've just studied
in the library.

Adam: Yeah, well, the library

doesn't serve lobster frittata.

Maya: You're so weird.

You know, when I first
met you, I thought

maybe he's just awkward
and unsocialized,

but that's not it,
there's something else.

Oh.

Cool. Thanks.

I don't know
what to say to that.

I'm just me.

I'll crack you, petrazelli.

Hey, let me ask you a question.

Why does the valedictorian
risk it all for a side hustle?

I like helping people. Big deal.

Maybe I'll be the one
to crack you.

Why don't you tell me
about the restaurant

you're taking me to?

Well, basically,

it's my dream kitchen.

I've studied the menu

for years

and nobody invents like they do.

It's the kind of place
I'd like to work at one day.

Maybe even own, we'll see.

Oh, right, when cheese camp
finally pays off?

Hey, you laugh, but cheese camp

was a spiritual experience.

And the kitchen
is just my place.

When I'm cooking, it's like
everything disappears.

And

I get to be exactly
who I want to be.

I'm in control.

I respect that.

You have to choose
exactly who you wanna be.

Life's too short.

Chef 1: Got the sirloin.

Chef 2: Salads are ready.

Waitress: Chef wants to see you.

Chef: Beef tenderloin fillets
are up.

Waiter: Yeah.

Waitress: Whole calamari.

Chef 1:
Is the chocolate sauce ready?

Chef 2: That was
two duck breasts for eight.

Todd: All right, guys,

so I got my parents' car
for the night

so whenever you guys are
trying to head out, we can.

I'm trying to head out
as soon...

Boy 1: Hey, yo, check it out.

- Yo, look who it is.
- Todd: Oh, man!

I feel like

- such an idiot because...
- What?

I made fun of you
so hard before,

and now, I don't know.

I thought your cheese was
better than the cheese we had.

- Adam: Oh, really?
- Look who it is!

- Adam: That's crazy.
- Hey, straitjacket.

Maya: That's actually
a good testament to you.

Adam!

Boy 2: Adam!

Hey! Come on, man.

- Boy 3: Yo, get him, dude.
- You know it's us.

Todd: You don't have to mess
with him. Come on, don't...

Boy 3: Oh, yeah!

Boy 2: Got him.

Boy 4: Look at his face.

- Hey! You need...
- Boy 3: Loser.

To apologize, asshole.

Boy 3: Who're you callin'
an asshole?

Wow!

Your handler is actually
pretty hot, straitjacket.

- Boy 3: Yes, she is.
- Look, trust me though,

you don't wanna hang out
with this psycho, okay?

Don't touch me.

Boy 3: Back up, chick!

Boy 2: Dude!
Todd: Both of you, man!

Hey!

Hey! Hey! Stop! Stop!
Let it go, all right?

Boy 3: Losers!

What the fuck?

- Adam: It's okay. It's okay.
- Who was that?

Adam: I don't know.

- Maya: Adam, who...
- I don't know.

Hey, I'm sorry about that.

Do you wanna tell me
what that was about?

Um, there's nothing really
to tell.

You know,
I was thinking, isn't it...

Isn't it a little weird

that you left your high school
in the middle of senior year

to go to a catholic school
outside of your district?

Yeah. Um...

It was a...

It was a fight.

I got into a fight
with one of those guys.

You were fighting?

Yeah, and it was really bad

so I tried to put it behind me.

That's all you're gonna give me.

Man:
Don't let them take you there.

No, I wanna stay here.

I wanna stay right here
on this surface. Mmm-hmm.

Don't let them take you there.

No. I won't go. I won't go.

Don't let them take you.

It's not good there.

Don't, don't, don't.

Ted, thanks for coming early
for once.

Ted, my office. Now.

Maya, you stay here.

How long has this been going on?

Sister Catherine, I'm...

I'm sorry, I...

How long?

Just a couple months. Not long.

Seems you and I need to have

a long conversation
about your future.

Okay, everyone, bring your eyes

to the board, please.

The state benchmark exam
is in just two weeks.

Here's your essay question.

Recount a time
when you faced failure.

How did it affect you

and what did you learn
from the experience.

As you know, no outlines
or scratch paper is allowed.

But please, start thinking
about what you will write.

All right, everyone,
see you tomorrow.

Hey.

- Adam: Hey. Hey.
- Hey. Hey.

Are we still good for tonight?

Maya: Um... I have, uh, a...

A club thing after school.
Can I just...

I'll text you later, okay?

Sure.

Come hungry.

Adam: She never showed up.

And now that my
hallucinations are m.I.A,

everything is so quiet.

Too quiet.

Father Patrick:
In the name of the father,

the son,
and the holy spirit, amen.

Adam: Yeah, it's me.

Hello, me.

Adam: Um...

I need some guidance.

Spiritual guidance?

Uh, not really.
It's about a girl.

Okay.

Well, we've been hanging out
for a while

and it was going great,

and then she randomly
stopped talking to me.

I believe the kids
call that ghosting.

Yeah, whatever.

I'm just worried
that maybe she found

some things out about me,

like the psychiatrist
I was telling you about,

which I can't imagine is the
sexiest thing in the world.

What do you think?

Have you tried praying on it?

No. No offense, but I need
some real life advice.

Timothy 1:7...

"God does not give us
the spirit of cowardice,

"put rather the spirit
of power and of love."

Okay, okay, but is there
anything else that you've got?

Listen, I don't know
the details of your life,

but from where I'm sitting,
you seem quite all right.

You're a little squirrely,
maybe.

- Squirrely?
- Squirrely. Yeah.

And the truth is,
the older you get,

the more difficult it is
to stay sane.

And it's gonna take real work.

Or maybe that's what makes you
more mature than others.

And I hear that girls like
that sort of thing.

So you're saying
I should confront her?

I should tell her how I feel?

Your words, not mine.

Non-committal till
the bitter end. Thank you.

Go in peace.

Excuse me, I'm lookin' for Maya.

Oh, there's no one here
by that name.

Are you sure about that?

Yeah. I'm sure.

Do you know a Maya arnaz?

Mmm-mmm. The only arnaz I know

is the guy who works on my roof.

Manuel arnaz?

Oh!

Everything okay?

Yeah.

Do you know
where I could find him?

Manuel: I'm comin'.

Yeah, what can I do for you?

Uh, I'm looking for Maya.

Okay.

I'm Adam.

We're supposed to study
tonight. Is she home?

No, she doesn't get off work
for another half an hour.

But, uh, you can come in
and wait if you like.

No, that's okay. But thank you.

No, no, come on in.
Don't be shy.

Okay.

Are you from one of those clubs?

I can't keep track
of them anymore.

Sorry about the mess.

Oh, no. Don't be.

I've been on these crutches
for months.

This is Ricky and Danny.

Boys, uh, this is...

- Adam.
- Say hi to Adam.

- Hey, guys.
- Both: Hey.

Don't worry about them,
they're shy.

Not like their sister,
but I'm sure you know that.

Right.

Can I get you something
to drink? Something to eat?

Oh, I'm... I'm good.

Sure?

We've got, uh, TV dinners

and TV dinners.

Yeah, no, I'm all good. Thanks.

Both: We want TV dinners.

Oh, they have spoken.

Oh, shoot!

Adam: Hey, I can put those in
for you.

Are you sure?

- Yeah. No, no, no problem.
- You don't mind?

Oh, thanks!
That'd be a great help.

Adam: Yeah.

Two minutes each, I think.
Check the box.

Manuel: Arnaz roofing.
Hi, Mrs. Jenkins.

Oh, you're having trouble
with your gutters again?

Yeah, well, look, I'm still
on medical leave. So...

Yeah, I can refer you
to Galloway.

Yeah, he's a great guy. Mmm-hmm.

Yeah, bill will
take care of you.

Adam: Yeah, yeah,

so the secret is to marinate
the chicken for flavor.

Manuel: Oh, okay.
Adam: Olive oil,

chopped garlic, salt, pepper...

And then you brush a little
butter over the top there.

- Manuel: That's it?
- That's it.

- Hey.
- Danny: I can eat all of it.

Here. You good?

Oh, look at this.

Danny: Thanks, Adam.
Ricky: Thanks, Adam.

- Adam: Yeah, no problem.
- Come on in.

It's a little spread
your friend whipped up here.

Maya: Hey. Danny: Hey.

It's awesome.

Hey, um,

what are you doing here?

Oh, we had a study session,
remember?

Ricky: The chicken tastes nice.

Right.

This is amazing.

Yeah? Good.

Manuel: 'Cause you never know
what's hiding

in your fridge I guess.

How'd you get so good
in the kitchen?

Oh, I've been cooking
my whole life.

You know, one day, hopefully,
I'll own my own restaurant.

Manuel: Wow.

You had to go to school
for that?

Danny: Okay, fine.

Yeah, dad,
it's culinary art school.

Oh. Yeah. Right, right.

Well, for you to spend
your whole life working,

might as well make it
something you enjoy, right?

I always try to tell Maya that.

You know,
she'll be the first arnaz

to get her college degree.

Her mother would've been
so proud.

She was a smart lady, too,
you know.

Dad...

What?

Let me brag about my daughter.

Well, one day,
my little girl here,

she's gonna pick me up
in a Porsche.

She's been saying that
since she was 10.

Sorry, excuse me.

Why did you do this?

I didn't mean to upset you,
honestly.

I went to the other house

so you just decided
to make yourself at home

by cooking dinner?

I thought it'd be
a nice thing to do.

You did it because it was
a nice thing to do

or because you felt sorry
for us?

I wouldn't... no.
I don't feel sorry for you.

Are you satisfied then?

Good job! You found
our tiny little house,

in a rundown neighborhood

so you could cook us
poor people dinner.

You're a real Saint.

I'm sorry.

Sister Catherine caught me.

Side hustle's dead, and

I'm not making enough money
tutoring you.

This restaurant pays me
under the table.

And it's good.

My family depends on me.

You know, the only reason
I'm getting a second chance

is 'cause I'm valedictorian.

You have no idea how hard
I worked to get here.

I can't lose it all now.

No.

You're not gonna lose anything.

You're like a robot.

Immune to human error.

And my schedule is wide open,
you know.

So we can meet whenever.

There are other tutors
out there.

You know that, right?

None like you.

I like knowin' I get to
see you three times a week.

A brief history of time.

Pale blue dot.

And then... would this
be your favorite movie?

Do I, uh, detect a hint
of smugness in your voice?

Not at all.

I actually really love this one.

'Cause it's a classic.
You know that, right?

It's a cinematic masterpiece.

Thank you for cooking.

Sure.

Don't forget to show your work

when doing the sine ratio, okay?

Okay.

Otherwise...

Looks good. Great work!

Watch out. I may be coming
for your academic throne.

Never. Um...

But I do have a surprise
for you,

since you've been
killing it lately.

Adam: Wow.

You can thank my dad,
he fixed the roof last winter

so he's pretty tight
with the owner.

Oh, man...

Are these the Mac mh-90s?

I don't know.

This grill's insane.

I don't know about you,
but I'm pretty hungry.

So, you don't follow a recipe?

Everyone thinks cooking is
about following instructions,

but it's the opposite.

Your palate will tell you
exactly what the dish wants.

So, we need to talk about
benchmark exams next week.

Right.

Why is everyone so obsessed
with those here?

Are they really hard?

I mean, no,
they're not so much hard

as they are a means
to keep the school funded.

Plus, the top three
are read at graduation

so, you know, St. Agatha kids,

they live for that crap.

Maya: Um...

I was, um, thinking

that maybe you could write

about what happened
at your old school...

I mean, if you see it
as a failure...

- I see what you're doing.
- What?

You're digging for more answers.

Maya: I'm digging
for more answers?

You showed up at my house,

you basically stalked me.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, I guess.

Okay, okay.

Okay. Um...

I guess, in the beginning,

I tried not to see it
as a failure,

but it's hard not to.

After the fight,

people immediately
looked at me differently

like they were afraid of me.

No matter what I did,
I couldn't get them to see me

as they did before.

But I let that happen.

L, I became a bystander
in my own life.

I guess that's what
felt like the real failure.

Hey.

I think we found your essay.

What?

Mm-mm.
It's good. It's very good.

What happened
to unrelenting honesty?

I'm... I'm sorry, I...

I know you worked
really hard on that.

What's wrong with it?

No, I think you just added

a little bit too much spice
or something.

It tastes fine to me.

Sister Catherine:
All of your belongings

should be under your desk.

Out of sight.

No exceptions.

The only materials I should see

are the scantron,
a number two pencil,

your calculator,
and the test booklet.

Absolutely nothing else

should be visible.

You will have 60 minutes
for the mathematics portion

and 90 minutes
for the essay question.

Begin.

Beth: Are you not that hungry?

Adam: Oh, no, I, um...

Beth: It's your favorite.
Adam: Yeah.

Beth: Paul picked it up
from Vince's.

Yeah. Thanks, Paul.

You're welcome.

So, actually, we have something

we need to talk to you about.

And I just want you to know

that everything
is gonna be okay.

Okay?

Did somebody die?

No, nobody's dying.

No, everybody's okay.
Everybody's alive.

I'm pregnant,

and we're gonna have a baby.

Like a human baby?

Jeez, I hope so.

Look,
we didn't plan this at all.

You know? And we're just getting

our heads around this now.

Adam?

Adam?

Adam.

You okay, buddy?

Yeah.

Yeah, congratulations.

Okay, all right,
I'm gonna go to the office,

get ready for tomorrow's work.

If anybody needs me...

Adam. Look at me.

I promise
nothing is going to change.

What are you talkin' about?

Everything will.

No, I mean between you and I.

Look, I know
this isn't the right time.

I'm scared, too,
believe me, but it's also...

Adam: Okay, I was reading

the pamphlet you gave me

about the potential side
effects of this drug.

Dehydration, sweating,
trouble urinating,

vision loss, muscle tension,

loss of taste and hearing,
tremors,

oh, and my personal favorite,

anal leakage.

You can go ahead and cross
most of those off the list.

I can't cook anymore because
my taste comes and goes.

I can barely piss straight

because my hand
has a mind of its own.

But I swear,

if anything drips out of my ass,

please just kill me.

Morning.

- Have a good day.
- You, too.

I love you.

Have a good day, hon.

Have a good day, honey.

Someone should really keep
an eye on that kid.

Rebecca: Om.

Good morning.

Morning, boss.

Yeah, yeah, we missed you.

Um, okay, we're starting
at chapter 5, I think.

- Five.
- It's page 403.

- I'm on it.
- 403, do you have it?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Um... all right.

"Angles
in x-y coordinate system."

"Angles formed by rotating ray

"or a half-line
about its end point,

"the initial side of the angle,

"starting position of the ray."

Final position...

Maya: Of the ray rotation,
did you get that?

Adam's darkness: Adam.

Adam.

You thought you
could get rid of me.

You feel that?

I'm still here.

You don't know that,
you just know.

Adam's darkness:
Don't fight it, Adam.

Adam.

Adam.

Adam!

You need to go. Now.

Adam, what do you think?

Um... sorry. I'm...
I'm not feeling so good.

Hey. Hey, Adam.
Hey. Hey, what's wrong?

What'd I say, huh?

Get out of here!

I gotta go. I gotta go.
They're gonna take me

- and I gotta go, okay?
- Wait.

Take you where? What are you...

I can't keep her safe, too.

- Adam.
- Stop!

Just leave me alone,
and don't follow me.

Male voice: Adam.

Female voice: Over here.

Male voice: Adam.

Female voice:
She never wanted you.

She doesn't love you.

Male voice: He hates you.

Adam's darkness: This
is the kid she always wanted.

The one that'll make
up for her biggest mistake.

You.

Everything all right?

Were you watching me?

No.

I was just heading to bed.

Everything okay?

Sister Catherine called.

She expressed some concerns
about your behavior this week.

Having a kid with my mom
doesn't make you my dad.

Adam, I'm not going anywhere.

Yeah, clearly.

Adam: When I was a freshman,

there was this girl at
our school who was a junior,

and she was diagnosed
with terminal bone cancer.

She was part of
the make-a-wish foundation,

so before she died,

they had some boy band
come to our school

and have lunch with her
as part of her wish.

It was a really touching thing.

It was all people could
talk about for weeks.

But it got me thinking.

When you're a cancer kid,

people can't wait
to flock to your aid

and are so eager to Grant any
wish you have before you die.

But when you have schizophrenia,

people can't wait to make you
someone else's problem.

That's why
we end up on the streets,

screaming at nothing,

waiting to die.

No one wants
to Grant our wishes.

Hey.

I'm sorry about the other day.

I just wasn't feeling good.

I'm sorry.

Are you sure
that it's just headaches?

I'm worried about you.

Yeah, I'm fine.

Let me make it up to you.

Please.

Girl: She won't let me go out...

Maya: No way.

Adam: Way.

You didn't.

Adam: I did.

You know, usually,
this stuff doesn't impress me,

Josie: Thank you.

Um, may I have five
minutes on the clock, please?

Joaquin: Okay, kid.

We both know
this part of the movie

is the ultimate panty dropper.

Better make your move.

Hey, just take your time.

No rush.

Kirsten: That is so wrong.

Adam's darkness: Adam... Adam.

Hey, over here.

Adam.

Adam's darkness: Adam.

That's not good.

Finally!

No way!
What is going on with you?

Nothing, I'm fine.

No, you're not fine.

You don't even look like

you're on this planet
half the time.

Adam, look, you can trust her.

No, you're right.
There is something.

Yeah.

Yeah, just show her who you are.

Tell her about us.

Don't do that.

There's been
a lot going on at home.

Lately.

I've been feeling really alone.

I'm sorry.

But I don't feel that way
when I'm with you.

Oh, yeah.

So...

I wanted...

I wanna know if you'd wanna go
to prom with me?

I know it's an extension of
the patriarchy and everything,

but would you?

Only if you tell people
that I asked you.

- Deal.
- Deal.

Aw.

Adam: My mom
told me something once

when she first
started dating again.

You lose your secrets when you
let people get too close.

It can be painful

to let someone find you

in all the dark and
twisty places inside.

But you have to hope they do,

because that's the beginning
of everything.

But letting Maya love me
the way that I am

would be like letting her
catch a disease.

She doesn't deserve to
be loved by someone

who can't see the
world the way it is.

Right?

And I'd really like to
keep my secrets

while I have them.

You wanna explain these?

What do you want me to say?

I want you to say that
you haven't stopped

taking your medication
behind my back.

I can't say that.

Do you have any idea

how much we have on the line
with this school?

With your medical expenses?

What about me?

What about what I need?

What are you talking about?
It's all about you.

It's all about you.
All the time.

All of this is for you.

The books, and the articles,

and the staying up all night
reading forum after forum.

Do you think you're
the only one in this house

going through this?

So that's what they tell you
in those parenting books?

Oh, my god!

You know, you are not
the only person in this house

who is affected by this.

Do you think that
this is the life

that I wanted for you?

For myself?

Okay.

I'm sorry for getting
in the way of you,

and Paul, and the new baby,

and your perfect new life

that doesn't include a crazy
stepson who hears voices.

Stop. Adam.

Adam. Stop.

Listen to me.

I know that you must be scared,

and that it's lonely
in your head,

and I wish, I wish
I could be in there with you,

I wish I could ease
that burden, but I can't.

I'm trying. I am really trying.

And I would do anything for you.

Just tell me what to do.
Tell me.

Tell me how to help you.

There's nothing you can do.

The pills make me feel like
I wanna die.

I can't see. I can't think.
And I can't cook.

And what's the point
if I can't cook?

Why didn't you share that
with me?

We're in this together. We're...

We're supposed to be
on the same team, remember?

We're not on the same team.

And we haven't been
since Paul moved in.

Beth: I can't do that to him.

Paul: Look, I understand that.

Just listen to me.
We have to do something.

Beth: I know that, Paul.

Paul: It's only a matter
of time before you...

Beth: I'm doing
everything I can.

Paul: Do you see him?

Do you see what's going on?

Beth: Of course, I see him.
I see everything.

I'm his mother.

Paul: I'm just trying to avert
the disaster, Beth.

We ain't taking no damn pills,
you hear me?

Joaquin: You didn't need
those pills anyway.

Bodyguard:
We gotta get him outta here.

Screw the pills!

- Rebecca: Okay.
- You're awesome,

and we're here for you.
And we believe in you.

Bodyguard: We ain't gonna
let 'em take us out of ya.

This is our house! Ours!

Joaquin: This bed
is really comfy.

Sorry. You startled me.

Adam's darkness: You're trash.

What?

Could you throw away your trash?

Sure.

You know...

I was really starting
to look forward

to our good will hunting moment.

Teacher: When you're finished
with the questions,

please pass them forward

and open up your textbooks
to chapter 18.

Sister Catherine:
Adam petrazelli,

please report to the
principal's office.

Adam, please, take a seat.

- Adam: Mom, what's going on?
- It's okay.

It has been brought
to my attention

that you are no longer taking
your medication.

Yeah, okay, it...
It made me worse.

As I said from day one,

your admission to St. Agatha's
is conditional.

We can't take any risks.

What does that mean? Risks?

They're afraid you're gonna
hurt other students, Adam.

Are you kicking me out?

- Suspending you.
- Beth: Temporarily.

Just... just until
we figure things out.

You may finish off the day
to avoid causing a scene.

It was you.

I saw you writing
that email to her.

I know you wanna send me away.

Adam, you need to calm down.

No one wants to send you away.

Yes, he does. And he's a liar.

This was my last chance.

I probably
won't get another one.

Remember, mom?

Maya: Are you surprised?

What? Why?

It's... actually nice

to have some competition
around here for once.

- What are you talking about?
- Come on. Let's go.

I'm proud of you, petrazelli.

Aren't you supposed
to be in class?

I didn't feel like it.

You wanna hop in the box
and talk about it?

What I'm dealing with
can't be fixed, father.

Try me.

What is even
the purpose of all this?

Confession?

You think making people
feel like shit

somehow brings out
the best in them?

Cool philosophy.

"Whoever conceals their sins
does not prosper,

"but the one that confesses
and renounces them..."

That's great.

Another fortune cookie answer.

You have a list
that you alternate?

Maybe.

Being ambiguous
doesn't make you profound.

It makes you full of shit.

Father Patrick:
Here's something...

Adam's darkness:
Here's something

profound for you...

Why don't you kill yourself?

What?

I said, why don't you
excuse yourself?

Take a day off.
Leave yourself alone.

That's not what you said.

This is bullshit.

Hey, don't talk to your mother
like that!

Thanks for the parenting
advice, Paul.

What makes you think you could
go to the prom tonight?

- You're suspended.
- This is insane!

Hey, let's just sit down, okay?

Adam's darkness: You're trapped.

I'm trapped.
This is how it starts.

Adam's darkness:
This is how they do it.

This is how you do it.

First, it's the pills.

Then the pills make me
feel like shit,

so, I come off of them.

And that's when Paul
convinces you

to send me somewhere.

Because nothing else works!

Nothing else works!

Adam's darkness: Because
nothing was designed to work.

Nothing was designed to work.
That was the plan.

And I was right.

- Paul: That wasn't the plan.
- I was right the whole time.

That wasn't the plan, Adam.

Shut up, Paul!

- You poisoned my brain.
- Beth: Hey.

Adam: You know he did that, mom.

- Can you see that?
- Adam.

- Mom. Can you see that?
- Come on. Come on.

Beth: Hey, hey, hey. Hey.
Listen to me.

Listen to my voice.

My voice is the only one
that matters right now, okay?

And I am telling you that
you are my entire world, okay?

Adam?

Come on, kid.

Don't you see it's all
a big bait and switch?

Adam?

You better get out of here
before it's too late.

Beth: Adam.

I don't believe you.

Adam's darkness:
Oh, Adam, Adam, Adam...

What are you doing?

No... please...

Adam's darkness: You're really
gonna go to prom unprepared?

Adam's darkness: That's it.

How else will you
survive the night?

Do it. Do it.

Girl: No, I will.
I will, I promise.

Guy: That's not what I saw.

Guy 2: Good, girl.

Girl 2: Thank you.
You like it? Oh, yeah.

What are you staring at?

I just thought you didn't
really care about dances.

Well, I don't do anything
halfway, so...

Clearly.

I'll, um, try not to Pierce
your nipple.

Why are you sweating?
Did you run here?

- Maya: Yeah? No.
- No, no, no.

No, it's just really hot out.
Do you want this?

- Yeah.
- Okay...

You sure you're okay?

Yeah. You wanna go inside?

Maya: Okay. Adam: Come on.

Oh, wow. That was bright.

- Wanna go?
- Yeah.

Yeah, do you want some punch?

Sure.

- Hey!
- Sorry.

Adam's darkness:
Excuse me, Mr. petrazelli...

Young man, I'm talking to you.

Where are you going?

- Mr. petrazelli!
- Adam's darkness: Adam...

Adam...

Hey. Hey, let's go dance.
Come on.

Oh, okay.

Adam?

- Maya: Adam?
- Excuse me.

You can't just walk away
from me.

You have to leave this prom
right now.

Maya: Hey, hey, wait.
What's going on?

Sister Catherine: We discussed
this, Mr. petrazelli.

You don't have permission
to be here.

You will leave
the prom right now.

You are suspended.

Oh, my god. Oh, my god, Adam!

Adam!

Oh, my god, I'm so sorry.

Adam!

Stay with us, buddy.
Stay with...

Adam, look at me. Adam!
Adam! Look at me quick.

Eyes open.

Paramedic 1:
Pupils are nine point four.

Adam, you're okay.
You're safe. You're safe.

Adam, Adam, Adam.

Slow down. Slow down.
You're all right. You're okay.

Paramedic 2: Breathe, breathe.

Hey.

What's going on? Where's Maya?

Is she okay?

She's, uh...
She's worried about you.

We all are.

Does she know?

I told her, honey.

No, no, no.

No.

No.

What is this?

- Paul: Adam.
- What's going on?

Paul: That's just
for your own safety.

- Shut up, Paul. Shut up.
- Beth: Hey.

- It's just temporary.
- Where am 1?

Listen, you were upset,

and we didn't want you
to hurt yourself.

Okay, when can I go home?

You have to get better first.

You wanted to put me here,

in a place
where they could fix me.

"Professionally."

It's not how I meant it, Adam.

Hi.

Can you please make her leave?

Adam...

Oh, I'm ready, boss.
All you gotta do

- is say the word.
- Stop!

Don't... don't move.

Adam, listen to me.
She can accept all of you.

Okay, please, everyone be quiet.

This is it.

This is what it means
to let someone find you

in all the dark
and twisty places inside.

Shut up!

No, this can be the beginning
of everything, remember?

Shut up! Shut up!

Are you happy?

This is who I am.

It's my big secret, okay?

No, this isn't who you are.

Yes, it is!

I am crazy, and I'm dangerous.

And I'm...

I need you to leave.

No.

Do I look like
I need a fucking tutor?

Find some other way
to keep the lights on!

Make her leave.

- Please. Everyone, get out!
- Beth: Okay.

Don't touch me.

This is Seroquel?

Yeah, I tried that one.

Father Patrick: Good morning.

You see him, right?

Yeah, he's real.

Group session in four minutes.

Okay.

What are you doing here?

Father Patrick: I'm on my way
to the graduation ceremony.

I just wanted to see
how you were doing.

Adam: I've had better days.

Are you even allowed
to be fraternizing

with someone like me?

You know I got expelled, right?

Father Patrick: The only
agenda I serve is god's.

Adam: Could you tell him
to maybe reconsider his agenda

'cause it feels like I'm getting

the short end of the stick.

I'll put in a call.

You mind if I sit?

Go ahead.

Well, joking aside,
I want to talk to you

about the question
you asked me the other day.

About the point of confession.

Okay.

Sometimes, kids come to see me,

and they wanna know
what it all means.

And I usually quote the Bible,

allowing them
to attach their own meaning.

Trust me. I know.

But sometimes, a kid needs more.

Actually telling somebody
our sins

is just an opportunity
to admit that we are flawed.

You don't think
we know we're flawed?

Father Patrick:
Everyone's flawed.

But admitting our flaws,

that gives us the opportunity
and the strength to face them.

And that's why we confess.

I'm sorry
I didn't tell you all this

before everything happened.

But I had no idea
what you were up against.

Sure.

You want to pray with me
before I go?

What if I still don't believe
in god?

Then I will pray.

But you need to take the time
to think about

what kind of person
you wanna be.

At the very least, you need
to believe in yourself.

Dear father in heaven,

please watch over Adam
on his road to recovery.

Hi.

I'm gonna wait downstairs.

Beth: Okay.

They said you haven't been
eating much,

so I thought you might want
something fresh.

They made me take
all the skewers out.

It looked a lot better
in the store.

No, thanks.

How are you doing?

How do I look?

This is temporary.

No diploma, no culinary school.

It's over.

This is my life now.

That's not true.

You used to tell me
to see myself

as a person dealing
with an illness

but not become
the illness itself.

But look at me.

I am looking at you,

and I see my son.

Who I love more than anything.

Come on. You wanna go get
something to eat downstairs?

No, I'm okay, but thank you.

See you later.

Adam: Okay.

Paul: Dear sister Catherine,

I met Adam little
over a year ago.

I don't have much
experience with kids,

but knowing Adam has taught
me that being a parent

means becoming what your
children need most.

Every step of the
treatment has been reported.

Not because we were
required to do so,

but because it is in
Adam's best interest

to have the adults in his life

be as informed as possible.

Your threat to
expel him is abusive,

and we will not tolerate it.

Right now, my son needs me

to protect him from
narrow-minded people

motivated by fear.

I have faith that you
will make a decision

that reflects the moral and
spiritual integrity

- St. Agatha's is built upon.
Adam: Paul!

Paul. Paul.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

It's okay.

I know you didn't sign up
for this.

I'm not going anywhere.

I'm not trying
to replace your dad.

No, I know.

But he was an asshole anyway.

I need you to take me somewhere.

What? Where?

Look, there is no cure,

and maybe one day,
there will be,

but right now, I gotta work
this out on my own terms.

And I can't do that here.

Please, mom, be with me

on the same team.

Okay.

Okay.

- Okay.
- Okay.

All right. I'll go sign him out.

Beth: Okay.

Okay.

Thank you.

Girl: That was when
time stood still.

A moment that came to define

that chapter of my adolescence.

And as I stood there
with my feet touching

the cold waters of lake owano,

I knew
I could never go back again.

Thank you.

Sister Catherine: Let's have
another round of applause

for our
benchmark exam finalists.

Without further ado,
may I present

St. Agatha's graduating class
of 2020.

Sister Catherine: Jordan adler.

Congratulations.

Lisa alliser.

Monica Atkinson.

Oh, my god.

What are you doing?

I'm graduating.

Thank you.

Um...

Um, I'm sorry
but there's one other essay

that's been scheduled

to be read.

Okay, that was a bold move.

Adam's darkness: Adam.

Adam...

You're not telling
them anything, no.

Adam: Okay.

Adam's darkness: Adam...

No.

Hi. I'm Adam.

- I'm here because...
Adam's darkness: Don't.

I need my diploma.

Without it...

Adam's darkness: Please, Adam.

I can't be the person
I wanna be.

Adam's darkness: Shut up.

And that's because
I have schizophrenia.

Adam's darkness: You're ruining

your mother's life, Adam.

It's a chemical disorder...

Adam's darkness:
This is why your father left.

In the brain.

And it makes you hear voices

and see things
that aren't there.

It sucks.

Adam's darkness:
You're terrified.

You could just Google it.

Adam's darkness: You will
always be terrified of me.

I have people in my life

who have been trying to help me.

People who've seen me
as more than an illness.

But I pushed them away.

I tried chasing this idea
of being normal.

Whatever that means.

Don't wanna end up
on the bathroom walls, right?

Adam's darkness:
You are who you are...

The benchmark exam asked us

to write about
our greatest failure.

And I wish that I could
read my essay right now,

but it was based on a lie.

My greatest failure, hands down,

has been hiding
from the ones I love.

For believing
the voice in my head

when it tells me

I'm ruining their lives.

For believing it
when it tells me

I'm too defective
to be loved by anyone.

You made me feel so many things.

And I wasn't ready
to give that up.

I'm sorry you had to expel me

because I didn't fit
your picture of normalcy.

But this is who I am.

This is who I am.

I'm Adam. I have an illness,

but I'm not the illness itself.

Okay.

Thank you.

Adam.

Hey, I'm... I'm sorry
about the hospital.

No, I don't care
about the hospital.

- I was just in a bad place.
- I know...

And you have every right
to hate me.

Stop!

Is that why you didn't tell me?

Because you thought
that I was gonna leave?

Hey...

Right here.

- No. I'm just...
- Then I don't...

I'm always gonna see things,

and hear things
that I shouldn't.

And the drugs aren't always
gonna work.

And I'm sorry, but I can't
put you through that.

I'm sorry.

Hey.

Hey, hey.

What makes you think you get
to make that decision

on your own?

I wasn't mad about the hospital.

Or that you lied to me.

Adam: Then why?

You didn't let me choose.

You didn't give me
a chance to stay.

Would you have?

I love you.

Hey, there's never been a more
explicit cue to kiss the girl.

Okay.

Joaquin: Yes, yes, yes!

Adam: Am I gonna sit here
and tell you

that things like love and
honesty can cure crazy?

No.

But they sure can help.

For example,

my graduation speech earned
St. Agatha's enough shitty PR

for them to give me my diploma.

That felt like a win
for honesty.

And as for love,

my mom was right.

Maya: I need the fingers.

You have to let people discover

all your darkand
twisty places inside.

She looks like you a little bit.

These big cheeks.

See these cheeks...

Rebecca: Adam, come over here.

Adam: Because those
are the people

that can show you what's real

when you can't see
that for yourself.

It can be the
beginning of everything.

If you let it.

- Yeah. All right, no. Stop.
- Beth: You do.