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Front door!

I can't let it in unless I see it.

I know what the rules are. I'm just asking if you can make an exception.

There are no exceptions. That's why we have rules.

I know what a rule is. I'm just telling you...

You don't have an X-ray machine back there?

You don't have an X-ray machine?

No. I've got to see it.

I bet you're not going to miss that drive.

Or the ambiance.

I would've gone a lot further.

You know, they gave me a brochure on reintegrating.

Yeah? Yeah.

A social worker came by.

What did he say?

Go slow.

We can go slow.

Hey. - Hey.

I just wanted to remind you that I won't be coming in tomorrow.

That's right. It's the big day!

You must be thrilled...

Yeah.

...and excited and nervous and...

And I wanted to thank you, just for everything.

You've been so understanding.

Oh, I'm sure there's more to it than what's on the news, so...

I know, but to a lot of people you say "insider trading,"

and it may as well be murder. You just stop existing.

So, thank you for everything.

I wasn't sure what I should wear.

I tried to find something new to buy,

but I couldn't find anything that looked good.

Honey, you look beautiful.

And I can only imagine how you're gonna look to him.

Oh! Oh, Mama.

Oh.

Come on. Let's get out of here before they change their mind.

I'm sorry.

Babe, you remember that hedge fund manager I met inside?

Marshall Hellman?

The Stanford guy? Yeah.

Super smart. He was in for some tax thing, but he'll be out soon.

He's got money in Dubai and a lot of connections.

I can get us back to where we were, Em.

I promise. I can make that happen.

Okay, baby.

Thank you.

I don't understand what you're saying! Just relax!

Hello.

I'm Dr. Banks.

This guy's on something, okay? Listen, just relax!

Officer. This guy's on something.

He came swinging at me.

Stand back and let me talk to him.

He was trying to hold up a taxi.

You understand? He came at me!

Augustin? Augustin.

He's fine.

What is it? What's going on?

He saw his dead father driving the taxi.

What?

He saw the ghost of his father. He was a cabbie.

So I was right. He's nuts.

No. It's grief.

Just grief painting pictures in his brain.

He sees ghosts.

He's Haitian. It's not unusual for Haitians

to see their loved ones shortly after they die.

Weird for me and you, but it's perfectly normal for him.

Right, what do you have next?

MVA in bed eight, with minor head trauma, in need of a consult.

Double shift today?

Better living through chemistry.

Miss Taylor.

Yeah? I'm Dr. Banks.

Oh, they said I might have a concussion,

but I don't have to stay here for that, right?

Uh, we have to wait for the CT scan results to know that.

I have a couple of questions for you.

How's your head?

It hurts.

How was it before you hit the wall?

What do you mean?

How have things been going with you?

Generally speaking.

Why are you here?

I'm a psychiatrist, Miss Taylor.

Normally,

when people hit things with their car,

there are skid marks on the pavement.

A brick Wall's a pretty good reason to use the brakes,

turn the wheel.

You didn't do that. You went straight in.

It says here the attendant told the police

you were pretty upset before you got in the car.

Now, the insurance company are gonna check the brakes,

but I prefer to just ask you.

Did you try to hurt yourself this morning?

Do you still want to try and hurt yourself?

Emily.

How do you feel about staying here for a few days?

Here? Mmm.

No, I can't stay here.

Martin just got home and I have to be there for him.

Is that your husband, Martin?

Yes, and he just got out of prison.

I have to be there, and I have a job. I have to go into work.

He doesn't make any money yet.

Are you married?

Yes.

Okay, what if you got out of jail

or you were away for a long time and you come home

and your wife is in the mental hospital?

We waited for four years. I can't stay here.

I think you may have tried to hurt yourself this morning, and...

It was a mistake. I lost it for a minute.

I promise, that's not going to happen again.

Do you have an office? Mmm.

Well, I could come see you at your office.

I could come as often as you want.

I could come two or three times a week.

I was in therapy once before,

and I remember that structure really helps with hopelessness.

I promise. I just really want to go home.

Okay. So we'll release her to you,

um, but I want to see her in my office this week. That's the deal we made.

I just had no idea this was still going on.

Oh, honey, I think she must have been putting on a brave face.

She was afraid to tell you. She was afraid to tell me.

I want to start her on this. It's called an SSRI.

It affects the neurotransmitter in the brain called serotonin.

What does that do exactly?

Basically, it helps stop the brain from telling you you're sad.

In a few weeks, she should start to feel better.

No, of course. Of course.

It was soft. Absolutely, it was soft in that first...

But we are going to tighten it up.

Sure, that's what we do.

Yeah. I think it'll be interesting to regroup after the Dallas groups.

Emily?

Are you okay?

Emily?

Aww!

What happened?

Oh!

These made me sick, too.

I had better luck with Celexa.

I used to draw when I was a kid. Mostly people, though.

Teachers and kids from my class.

Boys that I liked.

Sometimes cats.

I used to try and get their faces perfect.

That's why I came to New York, I wanted to get into graphic design.

I was taking classes when I met Martin.

How did that happen?

I was working at this, uh, bar downtown to help pay for school,

and he kept coming in after work.

And he would just order the most complicated drinks.

Things that I had no idea how to make.

One night, he climbed over the bar

and offered to teach me how to make them.

And he ended up staying until we closed. Then he asked me out.

And you went.

I didn't know who he was or what he did. He was just...

He was just this guy in a suit.

And watched me while I made drinks,

and that made me really nervous.

Then he stared at me like I was a painting.

He had this beautiful sailboat, and he took me out on it.

Taught me how to ski.

He swept me off my feet.

Proposed to me in Maui that winter and we were married by spring.

How old were you?

That was five years ago, so I was 23.

Time goes by so fast.

Is this ever going to go away?

You said you felt depressed before.

Did you see anyone about it last time?

Yeah. In Greenwich, Connecticut. Victoria Siebert.

I had to stop seeing her when they took our house away

and I had to move back to the city.

Do you mind if I contact Dr. Siebert about your history?

No, of course not.

I saw her four years ago. - Mmm.

For a little over nine months.

She didn't just have the rug pulled from under her,

she had the rug, the home, the husband.

Her entire life, gone.

Even her health insurance. She moved into the city to find work

and I never heard from her again.

I'm glad she's seeing a man this time. I think that will help.

Why is that?

Never felt seen by her father.

Then her husband ends up in jail and she's abandoned again.

I'd be happy to see her have a different kind of experience.

She says you tried her on medication.

Oh, yes. Wellbutrin. Prozac. Effexor.

Really struggled. Mmm.

I remember she had problems with sleep and nausea. Chills...

I'm putting her on Zoloft, see if she can tolerate that.