This next patient is interesting. I've been following the case for years.
A 29—year—old female...
diagnosed as acute schizo—affective disorder. The usual indicators: depression, anxiety, violent acting out... delusions of persecution.
The delusional architecture is fairly unique.
-She believes that a machine called the Terminator... which looks human, was sent back through time to kill her. -That's original.
And also that the father of her child... was a soldier sent back to protect her.
He was from the future too.
The year 2029, if I remember correctly.
And here we are. Morning, Sarah.
Good morning, Dr. Silberman. How's the knee?
Fine, Sarah. She stabbed me in the kneecap... with my pen a few weeks ago.
Repeated escape attempts.
Let's move on, shall we?
I don't like to see the patients disrupting their rooms like this. See she takes her Thorazine.
Sure. I'll take care of it.
-It's time to take your meds, Connor. -You take it.
Now you know you gotta be good. You're up for review this afternoon.
I'm not taking it, Dougie. I don't want any trouble.
Ain't no trouble.
Zap her.
Last call, sugar.
Sweet dreams.
Are you the legal guardian of John Connor?
That's right, Officer. What's he done now?
-Could I speak with him, please? -You could if he were here.
He took off on his bike this morning. He could be anywhere.
-Do you have a photograph of John? -Yeah. Hold on.
Gonna tell me what this is about?
I just need to ask him a few questions.
-He's a good—looking boy. Do you mind if I keep this picture? -No, go on.
There was a guy here this morning looking for him too.
Yeah, a big guy on a bike. Has that got something to do with this?
I wouldn't worry about him.
Thanks for your cooperation.