You go back to sleep now, Kenneth. Mama's gotta work.
Wait a second, wait...
Bitch!
Emergency units are responding
to a multi-vehicle pileup on I-95 North.
Forthaven PD are advising motorists
to avoid all approach routes
to Forthaven County General until further notice.
This sounds like a bad one, folks,
so keep it locked on Forthaven WSVU 87.3
for all the news as it happens.
I'm Dan Masters. And coming up on...
Vitals?
Still in VF, 20 minutes.
Continue chest compressions.
Defib charge, 360.
Clear.
- Asystolic. - Zero output.
- Nothing. - Dr. Thomas.
We go again.
We stop.
Team direction assured and timely...
no patient could ask for more.
Okay, put Mr. D back in his box
and everybody report to me in my office for analysis.
Onward and upward.
You did good, Cat.
Yo, Cat!
- Ever made it with a stiff? - Jesus.
Harris, Harris.
I am sorry. I meant to ring you.
It was very close, if that's any consolation.
No.
These your wunderkinder?
Our jobs are safe.
- With me. - So what's with Harris?
His last research project was high on ambition,
but low on patient safety.
They pulled the funding and transferred him here.
Yeah, with the rest of us rejects.
The adrenergic effects of first-line drugs on cardiac arrest are?
Augment coronary diastolic pressure,
increase of endocardio perfusion during compression.
Tell me that isn't your best shot.
Show-off.
Jesus, you two fucking eggheads need to get out a whole lot more.
- Oh, Harriet, you're quite subtle, eh? - All right.
Enough already. Tonight we party.
A... fucking... men.
I can't. I need to research why Mr. D didn't make it today.
Cat, you do know that Mr. D is brain-dead and made of plastic, right?
Like every fucking man. Fuck Mr. D.
Something I'm sure you've considered, Harriet.
No way. I'm still waiting for Mr. B to call me. I feel so used.
- Jake's gonna be there. - And?
Well, I'm sick of this "I'm too busy for a boyfriend" bullshit.
He's hot. You're hot. Make it happen.
Yeah, Cat, put out already or those Johns Hopkins sluts will eat him alive.
Thanks.
Yeah, Cat, put out already or those Johns Hopkins sluts will eat him alive.
Thanks.
Anyway, I already told him you're coming.
- What? - And that you want him to be there.
Oh, you fucking...
Hey, get your kicks creeping around like this?
Hello, C-C-Catherine.
- He is seriously weird. - He's harmless.
It's typical Catherine:
"Bring me your waifs and strays and your unwashed masses".
Next thing you know, you'll be giving a bum a bed or an orphan a...
- Harriet! - Jesus, Cat, I'm sorry.
Don't worry about it.
Hey, Walt, working first-class tonight? I'm impressed.
One night only. Back to the underworld tomorrow.
- Be safe home. - See ya.
He's adorable.
Thanks. It's his birthday today. One month.
- Coochi-fucking-coo. - Yo, he hung?
- He's his father's son. - That's why I asked.
You still living it up in your parents' mansion?
- Huh, jealous? - Do I look it?
- Yeah. - Then that answers the question.
So, Jake...
you see Cat in the ER today?
When she's in the zone like that,
all hot and bothered, full of passion...
- she's incredible, right? - Yeah, she's...
she's very impressive.
No, not as impressive as a research fellowship at Johns Hopkins.
A possible research fellowship at Johns Hopkins,
but thank you, yes, it's very cool.
Well, you deserve it.
But we'll miss you.
Well, I'm not gone yet. You have me for a month or so.
What do you say, guys?
Prognosis: wasted.
- Fuck yeah. - Whoo!
Whoo!
- Night, Crystal. - See you guys.
Oh God, please. Guys...
Oh, fuck.
- Hello... Catherine. - Harriet: No.
Hi.
maybe I... I could...
Drop dead?
No no.
walk... walk... walk you home?
Cat's not your type. She's got a pulse.
Fucking freakdog.
Guys.
You have a potty-mouth.
Yeah, I'm crushed. Fuck off.
Thanks, Kenneth, but I'm just gonna hang out here for a while.
Sure, yeah.
Okay.
- Having a party, right? - Yeah, that's right.
- You're not invited. - You're still here?
- We're closed. - He's just leaving.
- Enjoy your party. - We will.
What's with that fucking jacket?
Adios, loser.
The guy's a fucking freakdog.
And your drugs, Sean.
Keep walking, retard.
The-the ones that are in your pocket.
The ones from the... from the pharmacy.
The ones you probably shouldn't have.
- You're deluded. - No no.
See, I, uh...
I recorded you.
What?
Hey, I said we're closed!
- Okay. - This guy's out of control.
- Shit, guys. - Oh my God.
Hospital policy is zero tolerance.
- Guys, this is really bad. - Shit.
Oh man, what a fucking mess.
Slow down, okay? The hospital doesn't know.
- Not yet. - We gotta get him back.
- Catherine. - What?
- Come on, he likes you. - Oh, man.
- Catherine, seriously. - Come on.
Go. Go.
Kenneth, wait.
Hey, why don't you come back inside
and we can all talk and hang out?
M... me?
Yeah, you.
Okay.
Come on.
Man, I'm gonna enjoy fucking this guy up.
- Keep it flowing, man. Fill it up. - He's gonna have a good time.
Record this, Kenneth, you little fucker.
You okay, Kenneth?
Yeah yeah, I'm okay.
You know, I guess we all need to party from time to time.
You know, let off some steam.
Yeah, I know that. I know that.
We're all friends now, right?
Yeah, of course.
Sure thing.
Got it, got it.
So I guess getting people wasted is the only way
you can get them to do what you want?
Hey, if that's how you want to justify a night of passion,
- that's up to you. - I don't remember any passion.
Don't worry. I do.
Just go fuck him up.
Hey, Sean, Kenneth's fine, so just leave him. It's cool.
You sure about that, Catherine?
I'm not taking any chances.
Yo, Kenny!
You wanna sip cow's piss with the old ladies?
Or do you wanna play with the big boys?
You've got some catching up to do, my friend.
Kenneth, you don't have to do this.
God, are you his fucking mom? Thank you.
Come on, Kenny, you're one of us, boy. Get in here!
- Come on! - Get ahold of that!
- Whoo! - Get up, get up here!
Yeah, Kenny boy.
- We like that. Get it up. Come on. - Hey, you okay?
- I don't know. - Come on, get into it, baby.
- It'll be fine. - Oh yeah, it's the Freakdog!
Freakdog, Freakdog, Freakdog!
Girl: Put it in your mouth, chicken!
- Oh my God. - Jesus.
What the fuck?
- Jesus. - Who did that to you?
You did that, didn't you, Kenneth?
No no, you don't know.
You know n... n... nothing about me.
You're right, Kenneth, we don't know you, and we're so sorry.
You're not fucking sorry.
You're not. You're never fucking sorry.
You... you... you...
you're all high and mighty
with your wiseass comments.
You're all the fucking same.
You're bastards!
You...
Kenneth!
Harriet, kill the strobe. He's an epileptic and he's fitting.
- He can't breathe. - He needs an airway now.
Just keep calm, okay. Keep the fuck calm!
Okay, when I cut, breech him.
Steve, don't be nuts.
Steve, ignore him. He needs a tracheostomy now.
- Steve! - Shut up, Sean!
You do this, Steve, you might as well write your fucking name on him.
- Give me that. - Fuck you, asshole.
Fuck.
- Cat, no. Just listen to me! - Get off of me.
- What the hell are you doing, Cat? - Get off of me.
- He needs help! - Don't do this!
Jesus, Sean, what the hell are you doing?
- Get the fuck off me! - Wait, look.
His airway's cleared.
I think he's still breathing.
All right, fuck this. I'm calling an ambulance.
Jake, we're high as shit.
We're with a guy pumped full of stolen hospital drugs.
- How's that gonna look? - All right, fuck.
We don't have time to wait. Let's go.
We call an ambulance, we're officially involved.
It's on the record. They have to act, make an example.
Zero tolerance. Zero exceptions.
Daddy might not be able to buy you out of this one, Kim.
Hell, he might not even want to.
Talking of daddies...
your new visa, Harriet, revoked.
I'll send ya a postcard.
Like you give a fuck about anyone, Sean.
Jake, your perfect record is blown.
Johns Hopkins won't wanna know you.
It sucks, but it's fact.
- Enough, Sean! - You want your prognosis?
Here it is:
fucked, flatlined, do not resuscitate,
wipe your tears with your cheap-ass scholarship
- on the way back to Hicksville. - Fuck you.
You're with us, Catherine.
Drugs or no drugs, you're gone.
All right, Sean, hold up.
We take him to ER and we say we found him.
It makes no difference. It still ties him to us.
And when he wakes up and starts bitching to anybody who will listen,
it's gonna look pretty fucking dismal for us. Trust me.
We dump him outside. There's no connection.
And what if nobody finds him?
- No, they will. - You don't know that, Kim.
- Okay, none of you know that. - No, yes.
That way he still gets help and we're not connected.
Sean, you can drive.
Oh, and what happens when Kenneth comes to...
if he comes to? You think he's just gonna forgive and forget?
You think he's gonna keep quiet about this?
It's his word against ours.
We deny everything.
It's easier to do minus some half-assed trache hole.
We stick together. We never saw him tonight.
We weren't here. Nobody, okay?
Harriet's right. Dump him.
Oh Jesus, this isn't happening.
It's gotta happen. If it doesn't, we're screwed,
end of fucking story!
Come on, get him out of here.
- Push him, come on! - Go go go!
Cat?
Are you in there?
Look, nobody saw us. It's done.
Cat?
Cat, this is all gonna work out for the better, okay?
You'll see.
Woman on phone: Forthaven General.
Yes, hi, I'm calling about a patient.
An inpatient?
- Name of patient? - Kenneth, Kenneth Chisholm.
Are you a relative?
No. No, I'm a friend.
- Well, I'm afraid... - Can you please tell me something,
anything about him?
- Can you hold, please? - Yeah, I'll hold.
He's in intensive care. Sorry, that's all I can tell you.
Thank you.
Kenneth's in a coma.
Jesus.
Oh my God.
Jesus.
It seemed our self-indulgent ass-saving debate
lasted just long enough to starve him of oxygen to the brain.
- People come out of comas, right? - In a lot of cases, yes.
Yeah, but in this case,
he consumed high levels of alcohol and narcotics.
I mean, in this case,
his brain was starved of oxygen for way too long.
Let's just be clear, Yoshimi. This isn't locked-in syndrome.
This isn't persistent vegetative state.
This is deep coma.
We're all upset too, Cat.
Good.
So let's just go to Dr. Stegman and tell him what happened.
No no!
Are you out of your fucking mind?
Look, this is a shame, okay?
But let's be logical.
If he's asleep, he can't move. He can't talk.
What good does telling anyone do?
It's the right thing to do.
Catherine...
we need to have each other's backs here.
We just need to stick together. There's no point in...
No point?
Kim, what we did might cause somebody to die.
Keep your voice down. Kim's right.
- Don't fucking speak for me, Sean. - Okay, fine fine.
I won't.
You can speak for yourself, Kim.
You all can.
And we all did... last night.
Kenneth's in a coma. It's a tragedy,
but we can't change that.
You talk, Cat, and you'll fuck everyone's life up
and you won't have changed one damn thing for Kenneth.
You wanna go and confess? Knock yourself out.
Good luck finding another scholarship.
But let me be clear:
I'll be denying everything.
Right.
So if Kenneth can't talk,
it just didn't happen.
No, it happened.
And we'll never get away from that.
But it's done.
Kim.
I'm sorry.
What's wrong?
Dr. Harris.
Yeah, and you're one of Dr. Stegman's, aren't you?
What are you sorry for?
I've taken an interest in coma care,
so I'm sorry I can't help this patient.
Ah.
Let me tell you something,
something that Dr. Stegman won't tell you.
In this department... in this hospital,
we don't really cure patients.
We just manage them.
It's all about budgets and box ticking.
Advancement is denied.
Ambition is scorned.
I read your research paper
on the transplantation of neural progenitor cells in TBI cases.
I'd like to observe this case, if you'll allow me.
Well, you can observe if you want to, but it won't be for long.
No relatives have come forward,
and prognosis hasn't improved,
and he's out of insurance.
You're talking about terminating life support.
Well, once AVR tests have been concurred,
yes, that's exactly what we're going to do.
Hey, Cat.
Stegman missed you on rounds.
You can have my notes if you want.
Hey, what's up?
They're switching Kenneth off tomorrow.
- Thank Christ. - Jesus, Sean. What is it with you?
- What? - Too much, Sean.
- You okay? - I don't know, Kim.
Wait a second. "They"?
Have you talked to someone about this?
- We should have helped him. - Hey hey.
Hey hey hey, Cat.
You're right, okay?
We should have. But look at us.
Think about the people we can help...
for years to come.
You're going to be a great doctor.
That is something, huh? That's really something.
Yeah.
Dr. Stegman, I've been researching the latest round of drug trials.
I would be interested in hearing your thoughts.
Organ rejection and neural regeneration drugs
combine to help stimulate dead mitochondria.
These combinations are in early stages of lengthy testing.
I don't think they're gonna come up in the exam anytime soon, Cat.
Hypothetically, though, I mean, these are existing drugs
that could help stimulate coma patients, correct?
One day, perhaps.
This strictly isn't my field, you understand?
Talk to Dr. Harris.
I'd still like your opinion.
Close your eyes.
Go on, close your eyes.
Imagine you're looking up at a clear night sky.
What you see is nothing...
a few thousand stars visible to the naked eye,
a mere fraction of 100 billion stars
that make up our galaxy. The point is
there are more neural connections in your brain
than there are stars in the whole of our small corner of the universe.
You start putting these both these drugs
into something so incredibly complex,
well, we have to be very very careful.
Catherine...
you don't seem your usual self.
I will be.
Thank you, Doctor.
Hi.
- Shelby? - Yeah.
- Hi, I'm Catherine. - Hi.
Um, Dr. Stegman has me running vitals on a new patient.
A Kenneth...
- Uh, Kenneth Chisholm? - Yes.
Has Harris okayed this?
Unfortunately. It means I'll be in and out of here all night.
Well, he's all yours.
Oh, wait. You've gotta give this guy a call,
a Detective Carter.
Just in case Kenneth gets any visitors, okay?
Don't worry. He won't. I mean, none of them do.
Right.
Thanks.
Harris having a party?
I'm just the messenger.
I'll have it ready in a few.
Gotta love those sexy texts.
Listen, if you wanna take five, I'll be fine here.
Yeah? You sure?
Mm-hmm.
I won't be long.
Come on.
Don't do this to me, Kenneth.
3rd floor.
Come on.
- Bye. - Bye.
Safe home.
Hey, Cat.
Hey, Cat, wait.
Cat, hey, I've been looking for you everywhere.
- Where have you been? - Not now, Yoshimi, okay?
Look, just hear me out, Cat.
Please, look, all I knew was textbooks
and printouts and stupid dummies.
Seeing him like that... I couldn't handle it.
You tried to help him that night and I just stood there.
It turns out I couldn't help him either.
It is over, Yoshimi, okay?
I tried to help him and it's just not gonna happen.
Just move on.
But, Catherine, I'm sorry.
What are you doing?!
Stop it!
So did you notice anything different about him lately?
I mean...
we walked by him every single night.
"Safe home".
And that's it.
So you didn't know of any problem he might have had with your friend.
No no.
Hmm.
He says he doesn't remember a thing.
Last thing he knew, he had a nosebleed,
and woke up to this.
Just... how could he do it?
You never know what's going on in people's heads.
He seemed like a regular guy.
Then this.
Well, here's my card,
if you need to get in touch.
Detective Carter, thank you.
Call any time.
She was gone before I could even...
Cat, you couldn't have stopped him.
No way.
Thank you for walking me.
Listen, you sure you don't wanna...
talk?
- Or something? - No, I'm fine. Really.
- Yeah. - I just need to sleep.
I'm gonna be there tomorrow when they turn him off.
Whoa, you're not going to work tomorrow.
No way.
Somebody should be there.
Yeah, well, that someone doesn't have to be you.
You gotta let it go.
Cat, you can't help him anymore.
Okay?
You gotta look after yourself.
Stop torturing yourself.
Maybe you were right, Jake.
Maybe if I do my job
better than I ever have before,
then I can look at myself again.
No, wait.
Listen, I gotta go to Hopkins... find a pad.
Okay.
Why don't you come with me?
We could get away,
take some time out.
I can't.
I'm sorry. I wanna be there tomorrow.
Hi, Cat.
Dr. Harris, has there been a change in his condition?
The patient showed sporadic brain activity in the night.
Probably the result of faulty equipment.
It's happened before. It'll happen again.
But he might not actually be brain-dead.
I shall monitor him for one more night.
Protocol.
Doors opening.
Ground floor.
Doors closing.
Doors opening.
- Something on your mind? - Doors closing.
For some reason, you can't give this Kenneth thing up,
but my life isn't getting trashed
because of Sleeping-Fucking-Ugly.
Yoshimi was murdered last night, Sean.
But she didn't have anything on you,
so it doesn't even register, does it?
I'm telling you what does register.
That cop who busted Walt...
he's the same cop they sent when Kenneth was admitted.
I know. I have his card. You want me to call him?
Cute.
I want you to realize we're all way past bouts of conscience.
Let them pull the plugs and let it go.
- Doors opening. - You're a real piece of work.
- Have a nice day. - Ninth floor.
Okay, Kenneth, work with me tonight.
No surprises, huh?
I'm trying to help you.
Shelby?
Shelby, I need you to see this.
Shelby?
Down here all alone?
Naughty.
Very naughty.
What's with the blood?
Are you sick, Nurse?
Wanna play games?
Why don't we step into my office, honey,
and take a closer look at that?
How long have we got?
Lots of good shit around.
Just gotta know where to look.
I get it.
You're the boss.
Come on, baby.
What you got?
Kinky.
I like.
Freakdog.
If you see him, we're just trying to find him.
They found him in the storeroom.
Half his fucking head was melted.
I'm scared.
One thing has got nothing to do with the other.
What if this has something to do with Kenneth?
Wanna say his name louder?
Don't think the cops in the next precinct heard you.
You might want to ease off the hooch a little, Kim.
- Screw you, Steve. - Look, I'm sorry, okay?
But we don't wanna lose it.
We weren't the only people Sean partied with.
- He kept bad company. - What about Yoshimi?
She never did anything wrong.
There isn't any mystery there. We know who killed Yoshimi.
Yeah, but what do you mean, Kim?
I'm just saying what if somebody knew,
and they're punishing us?
- Like who? - I don't know.
Until a few days ago, they were ready to turn off his machines
because nobody gave a rat's ass. And what now?
Out of the blue he's got some kind of avenging angel?
Christ, Kim, give me a fucking break.
All right, that's enough.
This isn't helping, okay?
It's weird and it's all screwed up,
but it is not connected.
Hey, Kim, maybe it's Creepy Kenny:
the all-singing, all-dancing, all-sleepwalking,
coma killing vegetable.
How about that, princess?
You know what?
Maybe I'm next.
I'll work on being worried.
Your thoughts?
An increase in pulse between...
Look at the brain activity.
Heightened electrical activity.
- Where? - Angular gyrus.
Which does what?
It's located in the vestibular area of the cerebral cortex,
so we think it helps link visual input
to the brain's touch and balance representation of the body.
Very good. What else?
Uh...
Subjects who undergo electrical stimulus to this region
claim to leave their own bodies.
They attribute this to the paranormal. Out-of-body experience.
It's utter nonsense. Their perception is simply altered.
The body sensors transmitting information
to a region of the brain...
We have here a patient who is spontaneously
peaking in this region.
Not just electrical spikes.
It seems Mr. Chisholm has more life in him than we thought.
I think an MRI scan...
Prior electrical activity 105.
It stabilized at 130.
- I'm sorry. I have to go. - Are you all right?
I'm sorry, I have to go.
I need to know what happened that night.
I saw the security tape...
what I did.
Once you see,
you can't unsee.
- Forget about the tape. - I can't.
Tell me what you remember.
You spoke to me, Walt.
Do you remember what you said?
What I always say:
"Safe home".
"Safe home" to the ladies;
"Be good" to the boys.
Safe home. Be good.
And after that?
I don't remember.
You can't remember anything that happened after we spoke?
Blood.
You had a nosebleed.
Yeah.
Can you remember anything else?
Nothing else.
No more.
I'd like to go back to my room now.
Come on, pal.
You killed her, Walt, and you can't remember anything else?
Freakdog.
What did you say?
Walt, what did you say to me?!
Walt, what did you say?!
Freakdog.
- Fucking freakdog. - Freakdog.
Freakdog, Freakdog, Freakdog!
I need to get out!
Your methods are deplorable,
but ultimately this breakthrough could prove
very beneficial to you,
to this hospital, and also to Kenneth and other patients like him.
- I've made a terrible mistake. - Yes, you have,
but I shall be taking over Kenneth's treatment from now on,
and I shall take the credit for the breakthrough.
We'll both keep quiet about your unethical behavior
- and you still get to become a doctor. - Nope.
- You don't understand. - On the contrary.
Something quite extraordinary is happening.
Something groundbreaking. I can smell it.
Dr. Harris, something terrible is happening.
Out of body. It is real. It is happening. We have to stop...
No, you stop.
I've been stepped over in this place more times than I care to imagine,
and I will not be stepped over by a fucking student.
We have to stop injecting treatment now!
He's my patient... mine. Do you understand?
Go. Everything's fine. Everything is under control.
No, you can't control him!
Doors closing.
Oh shit.
- Stop! - What the fuck was that for?
- Yeah! - I'm sorry.
Anyone gonna hit dick-for-brains, it's me. Got that?
- Oh, sorry. I thought that he was... - I'll tell you who he is.
He's a no-good lying shitbag.
- Cat? - Jake.
Oh, thank God.
What's going on?
- It's Kenneth. - Kenneth?
- What are you talking about? - I tried to fix things,
and I made them so much worse.
- It all went wrong. - What went wrong?
I injected him with a Phase I drug
that I thought could help his condition.
He killed them.
Kenneth's in a coma.
Oh, Cat, it's the pressure.
We've all been under a lot of stress.
No, it's happening.
Look, he has the ability
to take people, to use them.
The drugs I gave him are making his brainwaves peak.
They're causing some sort of a...
Hey, look at me, Cat. You're talking crazy, all right?
- No! - This doesn't make any kind of sense.
The peaks are a result of heightened electrical activity
in the angular gyrus.
That part of the brain is directly linked to out-of-body experience.
This peak happened at the exact same time
that Sean had a funnel rammed down his mouth.
A goddamn funnel.
So Kenneth's somehow taking over people's bodies
and killing us one at a time?
Have I got that right?
Yes.
You know what, Cat?
I'm... I'm gonna get you some sedatives.
Jake!
He's not gonna stop.
He's gonna kill us all...
you, Kim, me, Steve, Harriet.
He is gonna get us, Jake,
for what we did to him.
- You don't believe me. Okay. - Well...
Come on.
Do me a favor and lock your door.
And don't let anyone in.
Harriet!
Come on.
Harriet, open the door!
Oh, God.
Oh my God.
What happened?
Oh, shit. Cat, come on.
Cat, I'm sorry. Okay?
What?
Get Steve and his family.
Find Kim. Check the malls, the clubs. Just find her.
Maybe if you guys get far enough away,
- he won't be able to hurt you. - You should come too.
No, I have to stop him.
Help me.
Please, somebody.
No.
Freakdog.
Help me!
Freakdog.
Vanessa?
Jesus, Vanessa, what are you doing?
Vanessa.
Vanessa, you're sleepwalking, baby.
Hey, come on. Don't be afraid.
Turn around. It's me.
Hey, don't be afraid.
Come on. Come on.
Oh, come on.
Come on, Jake. Come on, please.
- Hi, this is Jake. I'm not available... - Shit.
Fuck.
Jesus, girl. Get yourself together.
- Catherine? - Kim. Oh, thank God.
Okay, where are you?
I'm... I'm... I'm at the bar.
Okay, Kim, you have to listen to me.
You have to get away from people. Do you hear me?
If their nose is bleeding,
it's really Kenneth.
Do you understand me? It's really Kenneth.
Kenneth, Kenneth.
Kenneth, you leave her alone.
Kenneth, Kenneth! Don't you fucking hurt her!
Kim, Kim.
Get an ambulance. Now!
No.
Freakdog, die.
No no!
Freakdog.
No!
Kenneth...
please, don't do this.
No no.
Out of the way, please.
What have you got?
We've got possible pulmonary lacerations,
massive internal bleeding, weak pulse.
Kim, I'm not gonna lose you.
- Ms. Thomas, I'm arresting you. - What?
- Come over here, please. - No, you can't.
- Put your hands against the car. - I need to be with her.
Why am I here?
How are my friends?
All right, that's enough.
You need to start getting your head straight, Catherine.
You're in a world of shit.
I need to know the truth.
- I've already told you the truth. - Tell me again...
everything.
We had a party.
Got ourselves Adderall, Vicodin, you name it.
Kenneth Chisholm showed up.
So we gave him the booze and the drugs.
We thought if he was taking them too,
then he couldn't tell on us.
But it didn't happen that way.
He seized and we panicked.
And we dropped him at the ER.
So you injected him
with some kind of wonder drug.
Yes.
To try to make up for what you did?
In the beginning, yes.
But now the hospital thinks it's working,
- so they're pumping him with this... - And Kenneth...
he, what, he possesses people?
He infects them.
He takes them and he kills.
And then he returns to his body and they don't remember anything.
From his coma, he does this?
Look, he is doing this, okay?
- He is doing all of this. - Kenneth?
Yes, Kenneth.
Coma Kenneth.
Just what exactly do you think I can do with any of that?
I'll tell you what you can do.
You can go down to that hospital
and you can put a bullet in that sick fucker's head.
Or give me a gun and I'll do it.
You'd do that?
In a heartbeat.
- What is this? - Watch.
He got a text, see?
Telling him to meet...
meet someone he trusted.
Jake.
Yeah, Jake.
No.
- No! - You slaughtered him, Catherine!
- It wasn't me! - Not Kenneth.
Not the goddamn bogeyman. You!
So no more bullshit.
You need help, Catherine.
- Excuse me, can I help you? - Stay the fuck away.
F... f... f... freak...
dog.
That's enough for today, okay, Catherine?
- Vitals? - All good, Catherine.
Rest now.
Can we go again?
Yep.
We go again tomorrow
after you get some rest.