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: He was a liability. I mean, he brought it on himself... Didn't he? I mean, it's typical. Typical Henry: The wrong place, at the wrong time. Gordon
: You did this? Phil
: Gordon! I need you to wake up, and take a really, *really* good look at him... You know what I wouldn't do? I wouldn't tell anybody about this, because if they find out about Hank, they're going to find out about the others.
: This is where they'd keep the extreme patients. The psychotics... You know what they called Ward A? "The snake pit."... Either of you guys scared of the dark? Come on, over here.
[Bill Griggs and Phil walk away together
] Mary Hobbes
: [disembodied voice of Simon
] Hello... Gordon. Phil
: [calling from a distance
: It's me, man! Come on!
: [to the crew
] Good first day, guys. Henry
: Yeah. If it keeps up like this, we'll all be dead by Monday.
[Phil slaps Hank in the back of the head as he walks by
: It says here that 19 were committed due to disappointed expectations, Hank, they're talkin' about you.
: I hit Wendy. Phil
: What? Gordon
: It was Friday night. I wanted to celebrate gettin' this job. I had the flowers, I had the champagne. I went into the kitchen. She was cookin' pasta. I wanted to kiss her. She turned around and before I knew it, there was a pot of boiling water all over my leg. And I don't know if it was the dog barkin', I don't know if it was Emma cryin', but I slapped her. I hit my wife. I love my wife. It was an accident. But I slapped her for it.
: What's the stupidest thing you've ever done? Phil
: You mean aside from coming to work for you?... Well, I would have to say introducing Hank to Amy. That was pretty fucking stupid. I'd like to have that one back.
[points at Phil
: You come with *me.* Phil
[points back at Gordon
: Fuck *youuuu.*
: Gordy? You look tired, man. You look beat. Your turn to feed Emma?
: We'll take the tunnels. They're safer. Jeff
: Look, you know what, can I ask you a quick question? Security Guard
: Yeah, sure. Phil
: Um, when was the hospital actually closed? Security Guard
: '85. Phil
: '85. Yeah, because, you know, I'm curious, because, you know, they got you, and you got the fire-arm on, and it's not like people are trying to get out, right? Security Guard
: No. No, not out - in. Phil
: [voice on walkie-talkie
] Come back... Come back? Gordon
: This is Gordon. Phil
: [voice on walkie-talkie
] We found the one. The one responsible.
[Gordon sets down the walkie-talkie and goes into Danvers
: You think I'm doing a bad job, Mike? Mike
: [indifferently, reading an old asylum journal
] No, you're doing fine. Phil
: This used to be a great deal. Steady gigs, joking around, beers after work... Mike
: Hey, look, it says here that eight were committed for "uncontrolled passion." Phil
] Then Emma came... Don't look at me like that, man. You know that's why we lost the last two gigs. He's tired, and he overbid. Mike
] Gordon loves being a father. Phil
: [his voice rising
] Yeah, *now* he does. *Now* he loves it. But it was *never* in his heart. This was all *Wendy's* idea. Mike
: Look, Phil. Just because you say you don't want something doesn't mean you don't want it. Six years ago, I didn't want to be a lawyer, but now I'm thinking... Phil
: Wait. Who the fuck are you kidding? You shuck fiber with us, in there, okay? But that's - that's not what I am talking about.
[With growing anger
: I am talking about fatherhood. It's screwing this guy's head up, and it's fucking his job up. At the very least, he should've canned Hank's ass six months ago, and you know it! What are *you* looking at? Where do you think you're going, Mike?
: This the new guy? Phil
: They call it "Jeff"... he's Gordon's nephew.
: [the sound of someone running around in circles upstairs is heard echoing through the stairwell of the asylum
] ... What the hell is that? Jeff
] It's HANK!
: [Phil smokes some weed while watching a flock of geese flying over Danvers
] ... It's gonna get ugly...
: I want everyone to thank uncle Gordon here for ordering lunch. Jeff
: Thanks, Uncle Gordon!
: Why would Hank be here? Jeff
] Ask him yourself!
: [on the verge of tears
] When I saw Hank, I... I think he had BLOOD on his hands... Phil
: [looking slightly concerned
] ... Stay here.
: I found Hank, Gordon! He's hurt really bad, and he says that you did it to him, is that true? Gordy! Gordy...!