Mental s01e11 Episode Script

[Siren Wails.]
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'll 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.]
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